Volume Ember Novels & Stories

His employees cheered him and Ember smiled standing near Ivan. " Meet your lady owner," Her heart skipped a beat hearing this. Why is he mentioning her? " Ember Ivan Black, granddaughter of Evander Servopolous," He said and all of the employees looked at her with a smile. " From now on she will be visiting this company in my absence, " She didn't believe what Ivan said. She looked at him with shock.

Robin asked nervously. Ember walked forward and sat down gracefully on the sofa, crossing her legs calmly. “I came to tell you,” she said, her voice chilling, “that from today onward, whatever happens to the Valen family has nothing to do with me.” Robin’s face immediately turn red in anger “Ember, you can’t be serious, just because you got lucky to be called by the Hale's family you think you could just cut tires with your family!.“ Robin was furious very furious. The immersed weath he could get.

Instead, I moved closer. Lena swore and stumbled backward, her survival instincts sharper than mine. "Hail, what the hell are you doing?" I ignored her. The heat pressed against my skin like physical hands, pushing me back. My eyes watered, and my lungs protested with each breath, but I kept moving forward until I reached Ember. Her entire body glowed now, light pulsing beneath her skin in waves that matched her heartbeat. The air around her shimmered, and small objects—screws, dust, a scrap of paper, began to orbit her like tiny satellites caught in her gravity.

Maryn couldn't remember what happened after Adolf was stopped by the old woman, she had no idea how did she come back. "Wo-wo-woah!" Subconsciously, her feet moved backwards as she saw Ember stand before her. "Wait, how did you make that high jump? Don't tell me, are you a supernatural creature like the rest here? That granny... Oh, right. Ember, did you mix up something? I'm not your mother but that granny is. She must be very worried about you right now, you should go to her." "Ember, no. Wa..." Maryn was left unheard and speechless when Ember jumped on her. With her small arms, Ember hugged her. "Hey, I am really not your mother. Your mother is... What is she doing here?"

she whispered, her voice small and scared. Lucas Antonio,a man in his late thirties, a name whispered in boardrooms with reverence, a titan of industry, knelt before the small, broken child. The man who commanded vast energy empires, whose decisions swayed markets, found himself humbled by the profound grief etched on Ava's face. He recognized the hollowness in her eyes, a mirror of the despair he had once known. He gently lifted her into his arms. Her small body trembling against his.

Alpha Cyrus drew his sword from his sheath. My heart was beating, I couldn't die like this. Not now, not here, I had a whole life in front of me. I crawled backward slowly and the guard held me steady. "I find you, Hope Embers, guilty of treason and I hereby sentence you to death by beheading under the full moon in two days time." My heart fell to the pit of my stomach.

“So I do wonder how I’m going to pay for it.” “It’s mine, actually.” Ember placed a dish on the table and went back into the kitchen. “I was bored and I did a little purchasing spree.” I raised my eyebrow at her. “With…apartments?” “Not just. I did some bigger properties, stocks, businesses. I’ve been bored and I don’t think needlepoint is really me. Despite being told that I am not the best Luna material, I sure have shoved those words in those rich she-wolves faces.” Ember put down another plate before the timer went off on the oven. “Especially when they realize I can kick their families off my property for no reason other than they pissed me off.”

Ember, as a doctor, couldn't possibly watch her former patient consume alcohol. However, Eva was insistent about this. "Just drink a little. It's fine. Besides, it's just some fruit wine." Seeing that she was adamant, Ember did not want to upset her. So, she lifted her glass and took a sip. However, Eva had already instructed the staff to replace the wine with high-quality spirits. Ember took a sip, only to feel it burn her throat. Her brow furrowed slightly, and she opened her mouth in astonishment. "Is this really fruit wine? Why does this burn so much?"

Ember looks at me across the kitchen, sweet potato on her face, and reaches for me with both hands. I cross the room and lift her from the chair and she grabs my braid with one fist and examines it with great seriousness, because Ember approaches everything with great seriousness, which she gets from both of us and which means she is going to be absolutely formidable in approximately seventeen years. "Hello," I tell her. She looks at me with silver-flecked eyes, releases my braid, and puts her hand flat against my cheek the way she sometimes does—the small, deliberate gesture of someone who is learning what touch means and choosing to use it.

My fingers uncurled from the dirt, and the pain vanished—replaced by a power so fierce, so pure, it felt like starlight coursing through my veins. “Finally,” Ember’s voice rumbled from my throat, but it wasn’t my voice. It was deeper, firmer, carrying a thousand echoes of lives long gone. “You’ve caused enough destruction, Kael.” Kael’s eyes widened as the air shifted. “No…” he whispered, stumbling back. “That’s not possible—” “Oh, it’s very possible.” Ember smiled through me, and even I could feel how cold it was. “You forget, boy… I am not merely inside her. I am her.”