Volume Ember Novels & Stories

“I wish this was just a joke, but it’s not, dad. Ember said that in front of all the alphas of Devonlaire. She’s a part witch, and a part werewolf. She’s not Arnulf’s daughter and she was the last descendant of the white wolf.” Chris snappe, mouth gaped open. “White wolf?” Then he remembered. He never saw Ember shifted into her true werewolf form. Whenever she was fighting, she only half-shifted which prevented her from showing the true color of her fur. “She could save us, father. She’s what we needed. She can save all of us.” Chris let out a sigh. He didn’t realize that he was holding his breath while listening to Kean. “And one more thing, father. She’s pregnant. She’s carrying Liam’s chi

“That explains why it doesn’t spread like normal contagions. It doesn’t need to. The moment it makes contact, it doesn’t multiply—it replicates a state. It reprograms whatever it touches to behave like itself. Cold begets cold.” Emma added, “And warmth is the only counter-command.” Sarah snapped her fingers. “That’s why you can resist it. Your Ember isn’t just heat—it's a counter-rhythm. A living pulse. The virus wants stillness. The Ember is movement.” Steve groaned. “Can you two finish your science poetry after I stop seeing stars?” Emma smiled faintly, and her hands flared a bit brighter. “Hang on,” she whispered. “Just a little more.” ---

About Ember. The air itself seemed alive with laughter, clinking cups, and the hum of voices weaving together like music. My nose twitched as wave after wave of aromas reached me—roasted meats, fresh bread, honeyed fruits, and spiced wine. Ember stirred within me at once, pressing against my consciousness, her excitement flooding me like sparks dancing along my skin. Meat, she purred, her hunger mixing with mine until I almost laughed aloud.

“I applaud you and your team when you found another missing body. Sincerely, I am proud of you. But the mayor... he wants us to focus on our duty as peacekeepers of Pinephil. Let the big shazam be solved by the Shazam.” Ember furrowed her brows, hand crumpling the folder containing the evidence. Fathima Mae December alias Ember — her mother tends to refer to her by her second name — stands between five feet and eleven inches tall. Ember's short, messy hair is rolled into a small, low bun, allowing the thin strands of her brown hair to blend in with her black hair, making her look like a dark chocolate peanut butter cup. She parted her lips, a light shade of nude lipstick brushed on it. She w

Would make official what was already true. "I will help," Ember said slowly. "But I must warn you. I do not know how to teach merger. I do not remember how the hundreds merged. I do not understand the process consciously. It happened to me, not by me. I was created by merger, not creator of merger. I can tell you what I know. Can share what the hundreds remember. Can offer what understanding I have. But I cannot guarantee success. Cannot promise safety. Cannot ensure survival. I can only share. You must decide. You must risk. You must attempt. I can only offer knowledge. The rest is yours. Your choice. Your risk. Your attempt. Do you accept this? Do you understand this? Do you commit to this

Leo asked. I thought about the fire that had broken through my binding, the ancient fury that had opened its eyes inside me and refused to be extinguished. I thought about Marcus, out there somewhere, still burning with whatever twisted rage drove him, and about how different that kind of fire was from what I wanted to build here. "Ember House," I said slowly, testing the words. "Because an ember isn't the destructive part of a fire. It's what's left after everything burns down — small, but still warm. Still alive. Still capable of starting something new if you're patient with it."

"And what did you tell them?" "That Ember Academy does not expel students for surviving an unjust world," the Headmaster said, some of his old steel returning to his voice. "But I will not lie to you, Sera. That answer will not satisfy every family on this ridge. You have made yourself the center of a conflict far larger than any single student should have to carry, and I fear it is only beginning."

I ask her but she shakes her head. "Allow me to break it down for you, so that you can know that I am dead serious” Rhea says and I listen keenly. “you have spent the past few weeks sending that plane Jane food and sucking up to her" Rhea expresses with an exaggerated sigh. "She has a name Rhea and her name is Ember Weston" I remind Rhea even though I know that there is no way in this world that Rhea will forget Embers name especially when we all went to the same college and Ember works in the same company with Rhea.

I ran towards it and stared as it glow like an ember. "This must be the ember of love!" I exclaimed. "You're right Princess," an unfamiliar voice suddenly spoke. "Who are you?" "I am the ember of love waiting to be flourished by you. When you learn how to turn that ember into a blazing flame of affection then you could easily defeat Velion," she told me. "But how?" I really have no idea on how to use that ember of love. "It's all up to you. Remember to listen to your heart and everything will go according to how destiny planned it to be." Those were the last words I heard from her before I opened my eyes to see the worried faces of my friends and aunt Athena.

“Thank you, Sterling.” Meanwhile, deep in Voss’s central compound, code-named: Dominion Ember was restrained in a gravity chair, metallic cuffs glowing with blue plasma. She winced as the machine around her hummed, needles calibrating her neural patterns. Across the room stood Voss. Tall, elegant, terrifyingly calm. “You know, Ember, it’s fascinating,” he murmured, pacing. “Alma’s body carries the key. But your mind your empathy, your trauma, your grief that’s what binds Genesis into something usable.”