Volume Ember の小説・ストーリー

‎ ‎The garden began to quiet. ‎ ‎Not in peace. ‎ ‎In absence. ‎ ‎The warmth faded. ‎ ‎The scent dulled. ‎ ‎The light dimmed. ‎ ‎The Fade was winning. ‎ ‎Then a child came. ‎ ‎A girl named Ember—descendant of every line, her light flickering but stubborn. ‎ ‎She was twelve, small for her age, her hair silver with streaks of red, her eyes the color of storm clouds before rain. ‎ ‎She came alone.

She’d been hearing it more often lately. Not with her ears—*with her bones*. She pressed her palm flat against the glass. Moonlight pooled across the floor. And deep in her chest, something stirred. Not fear. Not even wonder. *Recognition.* Her heart beat steady. She whispered to no one: **EMBER** I hear you. The wind quieted, as if listening back. And for the first time, Ember didn’t feel like she was becoming someone new. She felt like she was *remembering* who she had always been.

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

Three days had passed since Ember announced the coming of the Original Nothing. Three days of frantic preparation. Three days of desperate planning. The community worked tirelessly. Gathering information. Searching memories. Seeking any knowledge about the Original Nothing that might help them survive. Ember grew rapidly. Not physically. She remained tiny. Infant-sized. But mentally. Her consciousness expanded. Her memories clarified. Her understanding deepened. She was fully hopeful now. Fully remembering. Fully aware. But also Ember. Also new. Also different.

“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.”

"Exactly!" "Hey guys, I'm still here, you know. I need the lube, remember?" Ember waved her hand at them, a frown forming on her face as they seemed to have overlooked her presence. "Unless you want to encounter a naked and impatient Titan, you'd better hand over that lube soon," she remarks, her tone teasing yet laced with a hint of urgency. Phoenix, sporting a quirky and humorous expression, interjects, "Yeah, we'd better make our exit before things take an unexpected turn."

My heartbeat begins to quicken and before I can stop it I’m eight years old again. One thing that I have always found very weird is that when I have these flashback, I don’t feel the pain that I must have endured. I have these little clips in time but not the memory of the pain. Instead, I feel the emotions that I felt the terror and sorrow that I was in. I felt happy at first. It was a boring day at home. I was playing in my room shaving the hair off of my barbies and designing new outfits for them out of some of my old clothes. I had always been an odd duck and never much of a girl. I liked playing in the mud and playing sports. One this particular day I was still in my pajamas because nob

Ember's Pov. “Will you marry me, Ember?” Kelvin, an abusive, obsessive man, had asked with hopeful eyes as he got down on one knee and showed me a ring. And “Yes, I'll marry you” was what I would say if I were crazy. But I wasn't so I replied

She hastily walked closer to him before the guard could get to her. " I'm Ember, from the Moonlit Veil pack", " Okay?", Larsen turned back to her, " Your surname", Magnus whispered to her feeling irritated by her slow-wittedness. " Oh, I'm Ember Docherty from the Moonlit Veil pack", " Docherty?", " Yes, My lord". ' if it's the same Docherty she's referring to, then she has what I need,' Larsen said in his mind without giving expression, making Ember more nervous.