The Ember Knight Novels & Stories

Vale smiled. "Ember Castle represents the finest restoration project I have seen in my lifetime." The crowd erupted. The cameras flashed. Reporters shouted questions. Dr. Vale continued. "The Association formally recognizes Ember Castle as..." A dramatic pause. "The Restoration of the Century." The applause echoed across the mountains. And somewhere in the crowd, I saw Professor Marek's face lose all color. Good. Because the game had just changed. And for the first time... The Ember Alliance had finally stepped onto the board.

Ember had faced several enemies when she was still part of the King’s elite soldiers, and not even one of those fights actually made her scared. She knows how to fight and how to win the game. She’s not scared of pain or any kind of suffering, and she’s not afraid to face even the cruelest of enemies. But standing in front of the iron gates of Liam’s parent’s house, Ember could feel her knees wobble and her heart hammered inside her ribcage. She’s actually scared to face Esmeralda Ashdown alone.

(Caelum Ashborne) The ember-flame stretched, sharpening into a rough outline of a man’s face—no clear features, just the impression of strong bone and old scars. Eyes like coals. A crown of shadowed horns made of smoke and memory. Heat radiated off the projection with such intensity that the nearby shadows hissed and shrank back, leaving Caelum momentarily exposed. Arkael Ashborne. Leader of the Emberborn. The man who had taught Caelum to walk on hot stone before he could walk on grass.

Ember then took a knife from a nearby table and plunged it right into Emma's heart, killing her. "That's for fucking my mate, bitch", she growled out as Emma died. I watched Ember with surprise as she stood up and looked around. "The next person I find out fucking touches him inappropriately will meet the same fucking fate as this bitch, got it", she said loudly, meeting every eye surrounding us. Her eyes had turned bright blue. The same bright blue from last night. I could hear yeses from shocked club members or yes Luna from pack members all around. How the fuck did she even get here, and did she just claim me in my own domain? Why was I turned on by this? She looked at me in annoyance, an

Ceres disappearing into the fire-lit corridor, her footsteps echoing into the soul of the Ember Palace. The Ember Vault Cracks Deep in the bowels of the palace, where few dare tread. The Ember Vault is ancient, built when the first Flamebloods tamed molten stone. Now, it groans with the weight of awakening power. Xavier fights for survival. Xavier's breath is ragged. His shirt is torn, chest glowing with Ember sigils — some bleeding, others pulsing. Two elite Flame Knights advance on him, armour flickering with light magic. Flame Knight 1 (raising a warblade):

Satisfied, he grasped her hand, pulling her along, and the two of them went on together to join with their companions in their merriment. *** Damascus was a small town northeast of Elkshire. Located deep in the southernmost forests of Delphi, set on the far side of the river which flows up through Sa'ar to the North Sea from its origin on the Royal Mountain Chain, Damascus was a town of little worldly significance. It was, however, the home of one Eliezer Horatio Webber, the Kingsmen Ambassador who had left his property in the care of his friend, Ignatius Eldstrom, a kindhearted emigrant from Euphess who was, also, a skilled metal worker and devoted Kingsmen.

His eyes a deep shade of blue, and his lips curved into a sly smile. ''Nice jars you got there'' Ember's freezes for a moment, a flush creeeps up her cheeks and her eyes widened as she remembers she was still completely naked but now standing straight up in the river while facing this stranger. She then crosses her hand over her chest, her gaze darting to the crystal blue water. His smile grew even wider as he intoduced himself, his voice confident and smooth. ''I am Thorne, and you are...?'' Ember's face was still flushed, her stare intensified on the flow of water in the river almost as if she was considering drowning would be a better fate at the moment

Ember said, sounding defeated. “It has to!” Kade exclaimed, his hands up in front of him, moving forward and back rapidly as he tried to relay to her why it was so important that she heard what he said and how serious he was about it. "Ember. I think you might be a descendant of the Queen. Which means your grandmother might have been the lost princess, making you a princess, too.”

As she stared out of the window, she wondered if Signoral had never been her true friend. “Why did she come to me?” Calista wondered aloud. Emily had claimed she was always in the same lecture hall, but Calista had never seen her until that night at the campfire, when Emily had been the life of the party. “What are you thinking?” Ranya asked, noticing her furrowed brow. “Signoral...” Calista began, using Emily’s given name for the first time since learning she was a Hamilton—a billionaire heiress who had chosen to run a lounge instead.

"All this assumes you even make it through the journey." I frowned at her. "What do you mean?" "The place you're going is called Ember Hallow. People have sought answers there, but only a handful have returned. Those who do are often changed, not themselves anymore. Some go mad, others are forever silent. Ember Hallow isn't for the faint of heart. The answers you find might break you, or they might make you. " She shrugged. "You can't know." "I see," I said, turning back to the men and offering them a smile. "And that's what you guys were arguing about, yes?" I asked, the smile still on my face.