Volume Ember Novels & Stories

I walked to Jaime's boat and knocked three times. "I was wondering when I'd see your face again. Looks like that pearl worked in your favor." He smirked at me. It seems that I'll never surprise him when I come here. "Tell me what I can do for you." "I need a gift for Ember. Her birthday is in a couple of days. Got anything that will help her with her grief?" I was quick to get down to business. I want to get back to Ember before she realizes I am gone. "I have something, but it'll cost you a day of your life." He smirked. I narrowed my eyes at him.

EMBER After a night of tossing and turning, I arrived at the office on Friday morning wearing sunglasses almost as big as my head and carrying a coffee even bigger. I got the biggest, strongest cup I could find, but I was still running on fumes. Two nights of little sleep in a row made Ember a very dull girl. A very dull girl who still hadn’t heard from her boyfriend, even though it’d been more than twelve hours since he had arrived at the office and hopefully found and talked to his dad on the roof.

Ember Who am I? She asked. " I'm Ember Maze. Human woman. Born and raised in Tallahassee. My parents are human. I'm pretty sure I am too, though I have never started to exhibit powers until I came into contact with all four of my mates ", I told her. "That is because there is more to you than meets the eye, Ember" she says. Yea sure there is.

EMBER Ember was supposedly in an engagement or contract or deal, something similar to any of that, with Zaire Langston Hughes. Even though it wasn't much, it still felt far fetched. It wasn't a lie that Ember sometimes refused to believe something even happened between them or he could even be attracted to someone like her. It all felt like a dream or just her imagination, hallucination, if that made sense. But it was there. Even though, she couldn't say it out loud or even pretend she cared even a little about it, it was there.

“The work shifts and the rogue skirmishes tend to build muscle whether you want it to or not.” Ember pulled back just an inch, her eyes bright with an excited, frantic energy as she looked between us. “I still can’t believe you’re actually here,” she stammered, her voice vibrating with pure excitement. “I thought the Council would extend the banishment. I thought father would have to fight them for another year to get the registry cleared.”

"Your grandmother knew exactly what she was doing." Marcus's posture shifted subtly, becoming more alert. "Sage Casey Ember-Brooks. The name alone carries power—wisdom, fire, and water in perfect balance." The fountain behind them surged suddenly, the hot and cold streams rising higher than usual before settling back into their rhythmic dance. Several shoppers paused to stare, then continued on their way.

I need to make a plan. What do I do now Emerald? I reach out to her. She whimpers. She’s been pretty sulky ever since I rejected Wesley. She replies by flashing me the image of those kind brown eyes again. Those aren’t Wesley’s eyes? I guess I’ll find out in about a week when Emerald can help me see. Ash’s POV

Ember said to Kali, then turned towards June, “and you too. If you are free, you can give me a call. We can make plans and find a place to visit or ways to pass the time.” “You don’t need to get involved in everyone’s life, Em.” “Vanna enough.” His father chided pleasantly, but his tone was firm. “It’s alright, dad.” Ember waved off his concern and chuckled as she took a sip of her wine. “I usually get ahead of myself.” “Don’t apologize on my account.” June flashed a quick smile. “I am new here, and the only person I know right now is my sister, at least until school officially begins. It would be great to have a new friend.”

Rademos surprised himself with his outburst. "We are one! We are the demon known as Astraldon." "Demon?" Rademos repeated, sounding surprised. "Is this a joke?" "Yes, you are a demon! You are an incubus. You are the demon of destruction." "I- I don't understand," Rademos replied, feeling a deepening sense of confusion. "In due time, you will!" "What do you-"

AMEIRA is on her way to the convenience store where she works. Everything you need for your home is already there, such as food, materials, and paint. Her hands were in her pockets as she headed to work. She wore a long black cloak, which she used to wear so that she would not be recognized. Maybe she didn't want anyone to recognize her identity because her beauty undeniably grabs attention, she doesn't know why.