Wings And Embers Bonus Chapter Novels & Stories

I shout, clapping my hands together. I faze with a puff of violet fog. Shifting my body, I face Flavius, extending my wing. "Hurry, climb on," I instruct him. Flavius hurries onto my back, making his way to my head. Once he is comfortably seated, I leap out my window and take off into the sky. A warm breeze brushes over me as I begin my journey.

Something that I shouldn’t know. I touch my lips and once again felt the electrifying bolt of emotion from our encounter. My mind shook my thoughts away, for it only causes my eyes to become red, meaning that the emotion inside of me is bottling up and exploding. “It’s weird seeing you touching your lips as if you miss someone else lips.” That fucking rhyme but shit. My soul almost jolts out of my body when I heard that deep voice. Another Shit. Alpha King’s body is covered with dark sticky blood and I wanted to shut my mind when I saw his face widely smirking despite… his circumstance?

Right when I scanned my boarding pass and stepped through the gate, he called out, "Lucille, is there really no chance for us?" I did not stop walking. That was the clearest answer I could give him. The flight from Ember City to Cascade City flew by, just three hours. I had never been to Cascade City before. It was chillier than I expected. I checked into the cozy B&B I had booked instead of some fancy hotel. I wanted to feel the pulse of the place.

The luxurious, pristine white manor was now shrouded in thick smoke as it was engulfed by flames. I threw away the key, tore off the necklace around my neck, and threw it into the fire. Then, listening to the roaring flames behind me, I left the villa where I had grown up. I thought, 'Atlas, let's never meet again.'

“Ember…” She didn’t answer. Her eyes were open, staring at the remains of what used to be the Witch’s lair. Everything was ash. The air felt heavy, thick with magic that refused to die. Ember raised her hand, and the fire followed — the flames bent toward her like they recognized her as something greater, something that wasn’t just a girl anymore. “Ember,” I said again, my voice rough. She blinked, slow, distant. Then her gaze shifted to me. For a moment, I thought she didn’t even recognize me. Her eyes weren’t the gold I remembered. They burned deeper, almost black at the edges, like something inside her was bleeding through.

She looked at the red flame on the next pedestal—and for the first time, her Ember Heart didn’t react. It didn’t flare. It didn’t feel. And that terrified her. --- Irsi Smiles In the mire, Irsi retracted her tongues and slinked away. Behind her, the memory-stone fizzled to ash. The spark was gone. Not erased. Just… twisted. Now, Emma would walk into the Flame of Rage without knowing why she burned. And Irsi would watch it consume her. --- End of Chapter Some warriors break from wounds. Some fall to betrayal.

I struggle to break free, but he is stronger than I am, and my vision darkens around the edges. ---Divina--- My hand is wrenched away from my "savior" and I blink in confusion as I once again gain control of my faculities. What the hell just happened? I hear a gasp and an cynical chuckle and everything comes into focus and I watch in horror as the darkness grips Ember around her neck and I can feel her life slipping away. Just like I felt Warrick’s slip away. I failed him, but I will be damned if I fail little Ember. Red hot anger courses through my veins and I use it to find the strength to push myself onto my hands and knees. Where her little hands grip his wrist, small flames dance and he

his kick sent fresh waves of pain shooting through me, forcing a low groan from my cracked lips. I tried to rise, but my body refused to obey. The wounds that laced my skin felt like they had just been set aflame, each one a burning reminder of my weakness. I wasn’t like them—like him. Without a wolf, my body couldn’t heal properly, leaving me vulnerable to every cruel act. And Benson? He swam joyously in it. I know you're wondering how I got myself in this situation right. I'm Ember, the mistress mute daughter to the late Crescent Moon alpha.

A fading one already. Like tidal waves, the timelines battle for supremacy. With flames in her hands, a reincarnation of Emery leaps at her. Another uses luminous wings to protect her. Like stars being formed and then dying all at once, sparks of time ignite around them as they clash. Emery is unable to breathe. Across iterations, her voice reverberates, saying things she may have spoken but never did. "Death both of them." "Preserve him." "Leap." "Leave it alone."

His hands were cool against the warmth of the wings, my wings. “Their warm and soft. Pull them in against your body, just like putting your arms down.” Emerial said, it was cute that he was coaching me on how to use my wings, but I guess he would know. I smiled and did as he instructed. And then I pulled them forward and wrapped them around myself. I watched them change again, It was like the gold solidified, the feathers and colors all blended, and they became like two shields. Emerial clapped and patted my back he was very proud.