Volume Ember Novels & Stories

"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 The apartment was dim and warm when Ember slipped out of the bathroom, the candlelight soft enough to blur the edges of the storm outside. The air still smelled faintly of steam, citrus from her shampoo, and—annoyingly—Ghost. Mostly Ghost. He stood in the kitchen, broad shoulders haloed by the flicker of a single candle he’d set on the counter. His head was bent slightly as he checked the breaker box or pretended to. Ember got the impression he’d finished that task a while ago and was now… waiting. Making sure she didn’t fall apart between the bathroom and the hallway, probably. His gaze lifted the moment she stepped into view.

Raised her hands. “Just you and me. No blades. No fire. No Rafael. No ghosts. Just us.” Lucien hissed under his breath. “Ember, no ” Beta didn’t blink. “You’re not ready.” “I’ve been ready since I was a child strapped to a chair,” Ember said. “You were his backup. But I was the original.” Boom. A ceiling beam cracked and dropped behind them raining sparks. The system timer flashed: 07:21 – CORE DETONATION IMMINENT

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.

“Please come in and have some tea.” Sister Mila escorted her inside the building and brought her straight to the visiting area where she immediately served Ember tea after she sat down. “Thank you.” Ember picked the cup and took a sip, enjoying the warmth it brought to her body. Ember's eyes shifted to Sister Mila and noticed her watching her with a smile. “My bad, I forgot to introduce myself.” Ember's cheeks flushed. “I'm Ember Heart,” She began by introducing herself. “I came to the city to attend a wedding and decided to pay the orphanage a visit while I'm here.”

Ember: Ember sat at her desk, surrounded by stacks of financial reports and tax returns. She was focused on reconciling a particularly tricky account, her eyes scanning the numbers with a practiced intensity. But as she glanced up at the clock on the wall, her gaze was drawn to the long hand ticking its way towards the 12, and the short hand resting on the 4. It was 4:00 PM, the official end of her workday. Ember felt a sense of relief wash over her, and she closed her eyes, letting out a quiet sigh. She saved her work on the computer, tidied up her desk, and began to pack up her things.

"What do you think of Ethan's hospitality?" I smiled. "He's been an amazing friend," I replied. Ember smiled widely. "I bet," she whispered. Ethan intervened, laughing. "Emberly, stop teasing." I asked, "Why were you in Milan, Ember?" Ember replied, "Oh, I went for business." Ethan chimed in, "Emberly's being modest. She owns a restaurant, La Dolce Vita." Ember playfully rolled her eyes. "Big brother, you're giving away my secrets," Ember teased.

That's intense. I could still feel her soft curves grinding against me. That's another side of her that this night revealed. I headed to them and settled beside Chris, this time. She sat beside her friend and refused to meet my gaze. "The bartender called this Ember Embrace," Molly explained. I stared at the orange liquid as if trying to understand it. "Spiced rum, cider and cinnamon syrup," Chris smirked. "Ready guys?" The girls nodded and we grabbed a shot glass. "No toast needed," Chris started. "Drink!"