Novel & Cerita Wings And Embers Bonus Chapter

Eira’s fingers found mine—cold, but steady. “Ember.” I closed my eyes for a brief moment. Then I opened them again. “Come back to me,” I said. Her grip tightened once, then she let go. She stepped toward Henry’s bed and placed her hands on his chest. The pull came immediately. Her head snapped up. Her eyes flew open—but they had changed. They were burning red. Soft at first glance, but sharp enough that I felt my breath catch. The air around her cooled, draining warmth from the room.

Tears welled up, and she turned and fled down the hallway, the sound of her bare feet slapping against the hardwood fading into the distance. Lucas stared at the empty doorway, the echo of his own voice ringing in his ears. A wave of guilt washed over him, mixing with the hot anger that had been simmering all night. He took another swig, then another, and another. He lost count of how many bottles he emptied. The room started to spin, the edges blurring. He pushed himself to his feet, the world tilting precariously. He lurched forward, his hand outstretched, searching for something to hold onto.

The floating candles drifted overhead and the enchanted ceiling showed a sky that was gray and heavy with clouds. I stood in the doorway and took a breath and then I walked in. The whispers started immediately. Not loud. Just soft and sharp and cutting. The kind of whispers that were meant to be overheard. There she is. The Alpha's pet. I heard she bewitched him. She's not even that pretty. I kept my eyes forward and my shoulders straight and my hand on Ember's back. The kitten meowed and I shushed her and the whispers continued. She almost died.

Ember The throne room doesn’t feel like a prison anymore. That realization should scare me more than chains ever could, but it doesn’t. It feels right. It feels like I belong here. The walls glow softly, not with firelight but with something warmer, like dusk stretched thin across stone. Tall windows pour in sunlight that shouldn’t exist here, banners of obsidian and gold stirring as if there’s a breeze. The air smells like incense and embers instead of blood and rot.

“Everyone.” The chain moved. A massive link lifted. Then slammed down. The chamber shook. White fire exploded outward. “Ignis!” He moved before she could. His body shifted. Not completely. Scales raced over his arms and throat. Golden wings tore from his back. He threw himself between Emmy and the flame. White fire struck him. His scream shattered her. “Ignisvath!” He fell to one knee. Smoke rose from his skin. Emmy dropped beside him. “No. No, no—look at me.”

"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." ***

'Bring me the avian hybrid before the sun sets or I'll burn your wings. When she read those words, her heart jumped into her throat. Recalling how Richard never uses his wings, she thinks the letter might be for him. Her eyes shifted to look at the burnt bodies, she realised that Emily was the one who burnt them. She was proud, but the situation at hand couldn't let her smile. It was relieving for her to know that her daughter could at least protect herself from certain jeopardies.

Lucien shouted into his comms, “Extraction get the birds ready! Now!” Ember didn’t speak. She just ran. And for once, she wasn’t running from anything. She was running toward something. Minutes later outside, in the clearing The building behind them exploded, the sky lit in orange and ash. Lucien turned to Ember. “You okay?” She didn’t answer immediately. Just watched the fire rise. Then she looked at him, voice quiet and calm. “That place made me. Now it’s gone. So whatever I become next… that’s on me.”

“She wouldn’t hurt Angelica, would she? I mean, she’s just a child. She can’t possibly understand everything that’s going on.” Ember didn’t answer my question right away. She held out her hand and blew softly into her palm. A small ball of flame sputtered to life, illuminating where we stood in the darkness. The light flickered and waned, dancing as its casted shadows along Ember’s high cheekbones and plump lips.

“We fight.” In the Shadows Ignis stood in the dark. Watching through fire. He had seen everything. Lycan’s death. Zuri’s grief. Daisy’s pain. He smiled. “Let them gather. Let them burn with hope.” He turned to the white-haired girl—**Ember**. “Soon,” he said. “The child will come to me. And when she does… she will burn this world to ash.” Rosa’s POV They told me Lycan was gone.