The Ember Knight Novels & Stories

"Which moves me to item number two, Topher is my husband and now other intertwined, or mate as you call them. I want to know how you do it? How are you able to maintain two guys at once?" I felt a bit embarrassed asking, and boy did I have to fight hard not to blush. Ember looked at me a bit wide eyed and slack jawed. She and I spoke for a while. She made me another angel light ball. In fact she made me a few. We talked like high school girls. Ember didn't mind sharing details about her love life with me. She told me for the longest time she believed in being faithful to just Toni and she fought off her bond with Dex until Toni had died. She then told me about how she fought off another bond

The stranger smirked and chanted a spell. "You're a wi...zard?" the prince asked while stuttering. The stranger ignored him and continued to chant. In a few seconds, heart shaped rubies started to appear above his head. "What are these rubies for? Are you gay?" The stranger chuckled and started to move forward. "I thought you'd automatically know who I am by showing you my symbol. Those rubies are the ember of love. Whoever got those rubies will feel an everlasting and pure love. But my sister's ember possesses a much stronger love," the stranger explained.

Ember is immediately terrified and clings to me. “What the hell was that?” “Yokai!” Ember screams. What the fuck is a Yokai? *Ember* I cling to Damian as I get an overwhelming sense that there's a spirit here. And it is not a happy one. I look around and see the Yokai in the river. It has its arms crossed and looks pissed.

My heart launched into a frantic, uneven rhythm against my ribs, the blood in my veins turning to absolute ice as I slowly turned around to face the bedroom. Ember was sitting on the edge of the velvet mattress, her eyes locking onto the rich crimson silk peek-matching out of the zipper and the elegant box cradled against my chest. Her eyebrows knit together, the protective sorrow she had held for me a second ago instantly hardening into an intense, deep curiosity. “Who gave you that, Ama?” Ember asked, her voice cutting through the quiet room like a physical blade. “Where did you get a royal-crested garment bag from?”

The ones others called dangerous or cursed. Ariya made them powerful. She made them believe. Ember had stood at her side, not just as protector but as twin flame, tied by something deeper than blood. A bond older than their names, older than their fear. They were everything to each other. And then, they lost everything. - Ember’s steps slowed as she reached a clearing where stones jutted from the earth like old bones. She knelt, brushing frost away from a mark half buried in dirt, a crescent moon with a slash of lightning.

“She wouldn’t hurt Angelica, would she? I mean, she’s just a child. She can’t possibly understand everything that’s going on.” Ember didn’t answer my question right away. She held out her hand and blew softly into her palm. A small ball of flame sputtered to life, illuminating where we stood in the darkness. The light flickered and waned, dancing as its casted shadows along Ember’s high cheekbones and plump lips.

I said to her. "Better," Ember replied. "Now let's go, we've a ceremony to perform." I nodded, with a faint smile. ~ We were now in the ceremonial ground with my mother, Elisa, and Uncle Kian, who were waiting for this special day since I made that announcement. Even though Ember was among my special advisers, she was like a priestess in this pack. Not just that... she could even be referred to as a shaman - the female type. Ember drew a circle, her palms glowing faintly as she traced runes into the dirt. Her magic hummed softly, a pulse that matched the rhythm of the fire.

Keegan could see her hands shaking though, so he grabbed one of them and held it in his. “Absolutely. I want to know everything about you.” Rubbing his thumb across her hand. Letting the sparks between them soothe them both. His eyes conveyed his sincerity and that was what was truly hard to deny. In a rush, Ember decided to try just this once to let someone know a piece of her. Hoping she was right and could trust this feeling. “Honestly, I’m running until I can find answers as well. I don’t know what I am. I have control over heat, fire, and smoke. I am trying to find out the truth behind it all as well. I was captured when I was young. How young I’m not even sure. I don’t know if I have a

he commanded, "I'll take on the villain in close combat." Emberlyn hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering between the enigmatic device in her hand and the intense gaze of her companion. Yet, an unspoken trust welled up within her, urging her to believe in Keagan's abilities. With a nod of affirmation, she acknowledged his plan and readied herself for the upcoming battle. Their roles defined, Emberlyn focused her attention on the encroaching darkness. Drawing upon her own reservoir of strength, she channeled the mysterious skill that had awakened within her. A surge of energy coursed through her veins, bolstering her resolve and sharpening her senses.

And then, all too fast, he was gone. Ember’s hand clenched into a fist, her nails digging into her palm as she stared down at Eric’s still form. Her chest heaved with ragged breaths, anger and grief swirling inside of her. Eric was the most formidable fighter she knew—he’d never gotten hurt like this in battle before. Never. But now, when she shook him, he didn’t wake up. And all it had taken was one swipe of a rogue’s claws. “We have to move,” Castor said quietly. He reached out, his hand gripping Ember’s shoulder tightly and pulling her back to reality.