Wings And Embers Bonus Chapter Novels & Stories

Gunther just stares at him because he could not understand what had transpired in the big alpha's dreams. The path ahead remained fraught with danger and uncertainty, but the revelation of Emberwing's secret tether to Damon, imbued Flameheart with a cautious optimism. Emberwing's powerful feat had not only demonstrated his formidable strength but had also woven an additional layer of complexity into their quest, a silent advantage against the looming shadow of Damon, the vampire king. Indeed, it's not wise to underestimate the enemy.

And the Mer were moving to intercept the enemy, not to attack the town. He decided to take the information back to the Emissary so that her meeting could be cut short and she could seek shelter. As he rose again above the cloud cover, he saw a flicker of flame. It was far away but he knew and immediately changed direction. He could see from Ember’s flight pattern that she was exhausted. Her wings and hair looked dull, extinguished, and her face pale. Her clothing was ragged, and the exposed skin was bruised and scraped, and unhealed. He caught her to him as soon as he could, and she sobbed as she gripped his neck. There was something strapped across her body that was lumpy between them.

The ones others called dangerous or cursed. Ariya made them powerful. She made them believe. Ember had stood at her side, not just as protector but as twin flame, tied by something deeper than blood. A bond older than their names, older than their fear. They were everything to each other. And then, they lost everything. - Ember’s steps slowed as she reached a clearing where stones jutted from the earth like old bones. She knelt, brushing frost away from a mark half buried in dirt, a crescent moon with a slash of lightning.

I could do this, too. "Emma?" She said, pacing toward me. I'm not Emma. I glanced over her shoulder at my friends. But they just kept smiling. "Ember, my name is Ember." I corrected her. She shook her head and curled her arms around me, taking me into a bear hug. She caught me off guard. I might not be powerful but I have gotten love from everyone. Her skin was soft, she smelled like lily flowers. She felt familiar. I felt attached to her. I was happy to see her. Though, it was another matter that I haven't seen or met her before. "You gave me my wings back when Zedkiel cut them off."

I grunted, which for me, meant thank you. We spent the next hour helping the newly arrived wolves settle into the old packhouse. I lifted collapsed beams. Strengthened walls with frost magic. Pulled a child out of a stuck laundry chute, I still don’t know how he got in there, and earned three drawings of myself with horns “because you look cool.” Their awe didn’t matter. Only Emara did. And she glowed when she saw her people thriving. That alone made every bruise, every death, and every century of frozen silence worth it.

Same fold — once across, once down, the same neat crease as the last one. My stomach dropped before I had even opened it. I opened it. The handwriting was the same. I knew it before I had finished reading the first line — the specific slant of it, the pressure of the pen, the way certain letters connected that I had learned to recognize from two years of notes left in my things, on my desk, under my door in the time before everything changed. I read it. *I know what you have been doing with Knox Rivers. Did you think I was not watching? You belong to me, Ember. That does not change because I am not there. When I come back — and I am coming back — you will answer for this. Both of you will.*

she whispered, the name spilling from her lips like a prayer. Chloe crouched carefully before her; arms open wide in the gesture of welcome. “Hey, little flame. You made it,” she said, voice thick with emotion. Without hesitation, Ember stepped into Chloe’s embrace, the warmth enveloping her like a cherished blanket. Chloe wrapped her arms around her tightly, her breath catching in a quiet sob. “I was so scared,” she whispered into Ember’s hair, the scent of honey and cedar wafting around them. “Kael wouldn’t tell me everything, but we all felt it—the mark, the heat. We thought we’d lost you.”

Thamer closes his eyes and gathered all his energy and called the six demons inside him to wake up and let him transform until a cloud of smoke begun to appear and in one moment a demon from twenty years ago came back. He saw their opponents and as he started to blurt out the flames coming from his mouth, some of them turned to ashes. Lancelot and Damian, we're on their way to the location but they had no idea that Ramses was following them. They saw from afar that the place was burning. They saw a brood of vampires approaching and they thought that they will hurt them but they feel relieved when all of them went straight to the location. Martha, Drake, Dave, and Diana find a place to hide.

This time when I pull back, I stay close to her face, looking at our bodies and seeing that there are no flames. “Emmi, you’re not on fire. You can relax and open your eyes.” She does, almost jerking as if she expects that she will still have flames on her skin. As soon as she sees that the flames are gone, she relaxes again. “I want you to do something for me, Emmi. I want you to think back to a few moments ago. You didn’t know at first that Phoenix’s fire was all over your body, so it must not have hurt, right?” I ask, needing her to realize that Phoenix’s fire is now her fire too.

Heat rolled through me, my eyes slipping closed for a second. Ember lifted our joined hands and pressed a soft kiss against my knuckles. "Last chance, firefly," I croaked, opening my eyes. Ember smiled. A small, nervous thing. Then her fingers moved to the ties of her dress. And my last coherent thought vanished.