Wings And Embers Bonus Chapter Novels & Stories

EMBER Ember’s breath came in sharp, uneven bursts as heat flooded through her skin, making the tangled sheets around her feel suffocatingly tight against her flushed body. The loft lay shrouded in darkness, save for the neon glow that bled through the rain-streaked windows, casting erratic shadows across the walls. Outside, the city thrummed with its restless insomnia, the buzz of distant signs, the hiss of traffic slicing through wet streets, and faint music leaking from some apartment three floors below, yet none of it pierced the intimate bubble enveloping her. In that moment, all that existed was him: Ghost, his body hovering over hers like a broad, solid wall of quiet strength, pressing

“Don’t be dramatic. The wings are functional. The claws are functional. Everything has a purpose. When you stop being afraid of me and start working with me, I’ll explain what everything is for.” “I don’t work with demons.” “I’m not a demon, Emili. I’m a fragment of one. There’s a difference. Like the difference between a wildfire and a match. I’m the match. What we do with the fire is up to you.” I closed my eyes. My hands trembled on my knees. Every detail Lyra described was another brick in a wall boxing me into a reality I couldn’t deny—or accept. “Emili,” Lyra said, her voice shifting—lower, softer, edged with something new: understanding. “How long have you been living with this?”

She tried comforting herself that it wasn't Ethan, but his handwriting was there bold and clear. The police had searched everywhere for him but couldn't find him. That was when Daniel came into her life. He had been supportive and helpful to her without demanding anything from her. Though they were not a couple as people termed them to be, she was truly grateful to him. Their lives have been going on smoothly with several business expansions all over the world before she received a letter two days back that had only four words she feared the most now. It read, 'COMING BACK FOR YOU…Ethan'.

The moment the door slammed shut, it was as if someone had popped the pressure valve in the apartment. The tension, thick enough to chew through minutes ago, dissolved into a flood of breathless laughter, relieved exclamations, and groans of secondhand embarrassment. I pressed both palms to my cheeks, which were somehow burning and frozen at the same time. My adrenaline was still spiking, heart hammering like I’d just run from a code red rather than survived a social ambush. “Spitfire deserves a damn medal,” Ace said, shaking his head with a low chuckle. He was still standing near the door, arms crossed, but now his mouth curved into something between a smirk and a sneer. “You see that launc

Resting in her palm was a single ember. Not hot. Not cold. Just waiting. > “Then take this,” she whispered. “The flame they called forbidden. The one they were too afraid to name.” — The Flame’s Question Azriel reached for the ember. The eighth flame in his chest pulsed once, steady and warm, like a hand on his back saying: yes. And the ember didn’t flare—it opened. The sky outside split—not in fury, but in invitation. The boy jolted awake, his breath catching like a note in a broken song.

I was still holding tight to Emmett but he was no longer moving or thrashing against me. I could feel his blood on my hands and I started to cry. The pain and power were too much. The darkness burst out from me. It created flames that looked almost like wings as it shot out from my back. They clung to my skin, trying to take over my body and force me to shift.

But as they stepped out into the cold night air, the stars above seemed dimmer, and the distant horizon glowed faintly with an unnatural red light. The Ember Peaks were waiting. End of Chapter 29 This chapter propels the group toward a new objective—restoring the Pillars of the Realms—and sets up their next destination: the Ember Peaks.

“As I said.. I'm no angel, Ember, and I know you're not particularly unaware of that, at least you must have got one or two of the signs.” He was saying the truth, I in fact know that very well even from the way he fought the Lycan. I was sure, so sure that he must be hiding an even much more powerful strength… or maybe.. I gulped, nodding quietly. “i’m uncontrollable, destructive and even though I tried everything within my capacity to stop it, but. couldn't, I find solace with her even though I tried to warn her but she insisted, and so i broke through her walls until she was all over me, same as I'm all over her. But it didn't last long when I have one of my outbursts. All she could see w

'' I mutter under my breath and he chuckles, taking a sip of his water. ''They never burn, Emma.'' He says. ''You're very close with her, I can see that. She's a wonderful person, I can see that too.'' I add, wanting to reduce the awkwardness between us; my mind drifiting apart, probably making me think that I'll receive some childhood stories from Emery.

“After my parents died, I rarely went out. But whenever you came to Skyspire, I watched you from a distance. I was afraid to disturb you, and I hated seeing you hurt yourself over Adrian.” Then he smiled, almost proudly. “But it is fine now.” I had not known we met so early. I had not known he had watched me for so long. Then I remembered the rumors and hesitated. “When your parents died in that griffin crash, you were there too. After that, your wings...” I stopped, afraid to reopen the wound. Cassian lowered his eyes, then murmured, “You can find out for yourself.” My face burned. Outside the window, the Judgment Flame burned quietly through the night.