Volume Ember Novels & Stories

Saavi had put her full body weight on Dhruv who held her like he was protecting her. "Dhruv," Saavi called him running her index finger on his bicep. "Yes, love." "Why do you call me Ember To My Flame?" she asked remembering when she was about to commit suicide Dhruv stopped her and confessed Saavi was The Ember to his Flame. "Interesting Question, love." Dhruv smiled before asking, "Do you know what Ember is?" Saavi raised her head from his chest and nodded vigorously. She answered her husband as she said, "Yes, a piece of wood or coal that is not burning, but is still red and hot after a fire has died."

"Gina told me. She's told me of most of the mercenary groups. Of Greenbush, and Hedgeshadow. Of Pondgrass, and Merriway. All powerful, deceptive, and fierce in battle. Yet, none as powerful as the Night Witch." Talks like this made Karl hard, but thanks to the heat of Lexi's cherry, it provided just enough heat to keep him from aching out in pain, and thanks to her tender ministration, and the rhythmic movement of her body against him. Slow and steady. "I like this beautiful feel of you," Karl said. "I am holding back my pleasure." "And you are driving me mad." ***

Vanpett Corporation Summer is seen in her office with her new assistant; "I want you to book an hotel room for me in Paris, the annual business seminar is just two days away. I know it's already late that's why I need you to do this as quickly as possible. The host usually provides and hotel and it's usually of great service. I expect that I will be at that hotel, got it?" She looked at her new assistant, she had better understand what Summer was saying

(Caelum Ashborne) The ember-flame stretched, sharpening into a rough outline of a man’s face—no clear features, just the impression of strong bone and old scars. Eyes like coals. A crown of shadowed horns made of smoke and memory. Heat radiated off the projection with such intensity that the nearby shadows hissed and shrank back, leaving Caelum momentarily exposed. Arkael Ashborne. Leader of the Emberborn. The man who had taught Caelum to walk on hot stone before he could walk on grass.

Ember’s POV The darkness enveloped her like luxurious velvet—soft, warm, and seemingly infinite. Ember floated aimlessly in a dreamscape, teetering on the precipice of consciousness and memory, her body still, her breath whispering through the stillness. She hadn’t spoken in days. Not truly. Words felt foreign now—too small for the weight she carried. The nurses were kind, but distant. Kael was protective, but unreadable. Only Isla had stayed. Only Isla had looked at her like she was still human.

On a crisp November morning, the inaugural assembly of the new Ember Circle convened in the renovated great hall of Montrose and Vale Estates its walls hung with Isabelle’s sketches from Prague and Bellford, each a testament to rediscovered history. Representatives from art, academia, and clergy gathered in a wide semicircle; at its center, a brazier held a single silver blue ember that pulsed like a heartbeat.

"Did Ember tell you? About Marcus and the baby?" "Yes. We are meeting him tonight." "Good. Because there is something else. Something Ember does not know yet. I used my empathy on her during our last visit. The baby. Ryder the baby is different. Special. I felt power radiating from it that should not be possible.”

I couldn't help but wonder if he was voicing my doubts to try and sway me. "Ember's main job has been to safely grow and give birth to Kieran's child. She is a very strong and independent woman. She's going to focus on her fire mage skills even more now, no matter if Kieran is here or not. She will be alright," Nola's feminine voice cut through our masculine ones like a sharp knife of reason.