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Ember Dark Souls

The Ember Of Eternity

In a world unraveling under the weight of forgotten wars and dying gods, Ashen Dain embarks on a perilous journey that could shape the future of all existence. A man driven by the unyielding thirst for immortality, Dain has long abandoned the constraints of human emotion and morality. He seeks the Ember of Eternity—a mysterious and ancient force that holds the promise of eternal life and ultimate power. To Dain, the pursuit of immortality is the only way to escape the cruel grip of mortality that shackles him, and he will stop at nothing to achieve it. The Ember of Eternity, however, is not easily attained. Its resting place lies within the heart of the Cinderfrost Cavern, a labyrinth of fire and ice where few have ventured and even fewer have returned. Legends say the Ember grants not just eternal life, but god-like power, and yet its power is bound to a devastating price—one that has shattered the lives of those who have sought it before. Along his journey, Dain encounters those whose lives have been irrevocably altered by the very forces he seeks to control. Soren Arinthal, a once-great sage twisted by his own failure to master the Ember, warns Dain of the cost that awaits him. Kaelen Vireth, a fallen hero seeking redemption, sees Dain as both a reflection of his past mistakes and a threat to the fragile world he still hopes to save. Meanwhile, Lyra Solen, a powerful sorceress with ties to an ancient order, becomes an unwilling ally, determined to stop Dain from unleashing the Ember’s destructive potential. As Dain moves closer to the Ember, he crosses paths with Raxos Daerith, a rival king who would do anything to claim the power for himself. The world is already on the brink of chaos, and Dain’s quest threatens to tip the balance entirely. With each step toward his goal, Dain finds himself entangled in a web of betrayal, power struggles, and ancient secrets that force him to confront not only his pursuit of immortality, but the darkness within his own soul. Guided by the cryptic warnings of Elyndra, the Oracle of Flame, Dain is forced to question the very nature of his quest. Is immortality truly worth the cost? As he draws closer to the Ember, he discovers that the price of eternal life is not just the sacrifice of his humanity, but the destruction of everything he holds dear. The path to eternity may be lined with the ashes of his own soul. The Ember of Eternity is a sweeping fantasy epic that explores themes of power, sacrifice, and the inherent cost of seeking immortality. It is a tale of ambition gone awry, where the pursuit of god-like power forces its seekers to confront the limits of their humanity, and where the question of what makes life worth living is answered only in the flames of destruction.
NshedRana · 4.4K Views

Song of the Gardener of Souls [BL]

Rowan sees beauty in death. The Order he has sworn to obey only sees defilement. As the reviled Caretaker of the Order, Rowan has accepted his role as a dutiful outcast because he believes it is the only way to prove his worth to the man who holds his sisters’ souls as collateral. With his magic and his voice, Rowan can absorb death and transform it, but only in ways the Order deems acceptable to maintain the stability of the reality it claims to protect Order must subdue Disorder. Reality must triumph over illusion. He is tainted and always will be. Rowan has never questioned those lessons, but that changes the night he harvests a crimson soul that is more than human and chooses to keep it a secret. When Rowan’s song transforms that soul into a beautiful and mysterious man he names Wren, he is forced to accept that sometimes duty is a lie and illusion is the only thing you can trust. As the fabric of the Order begins to unwind and a new kind of Disorder takes hold, Rowan will need to choose again, stand with the Order that held him down, or forge a new path with Wren at his side. He may be the only one who can restore balance to the worlds, but only if he can find balance within himself first. ************************************* Updates 3-4 times per week. Note: This story focuses on relationships. I promise an epic romance, lots of swoon-worthy moments, and a healthy amount of fluff. When it does get steamy…you might get burned. Fair warning for explicit content. I don’t shy away from my spice. There are lots of side characters and couples to fall in love with, in addition to the main couple. If you love the idea of found family, you will be happy. This book is set in a non-heteronormative world, so you will see various gender identities/expressions and types of love. ************************************* Excerpt (if you want the full steamy version, you will have to read the book!): Still reeling from the new magic that coursed under his skin and unsure of how to react to the desire that threatened to take control of him, Rowan froze. Wren's hot breath against his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, and he choked back a groan. A different kind of panic flared in Rowan's chest, burning him as if he were the one on fire. This was what he wanted, what he'd thought about every night since Wren left. But wanting more was one thing. Acting on it was another. He'd spent so much of his life hiding, he didn't know how to do anything else. One corner of Wren's mouth twitched as Rowan pulled away. When he attempted to free himself from Wren's grasp, Wren just hauled him closer. Rowan liked that he didn't have to think about what to do next. His bare chest thudded against Wren's torso, and the heat from Wren's body merged with Rowan's skin, melting him from the inside out. "What did you just do to me?" Wren's deep voice vibrated against Rowan's chest. "The Disorder of your illusion was holding you captive. I…I absorbed it." "Oh? Where did you learn to do that? Have I been gone that long?" Wren's grip loosened slightly on Rowan's wrists as if he was satisfied now that Rowan was practically sitting on top him. Rowan stared at Wren's lips. He opened his mouth to protest, but immediately closed it again. "I know you aren't going to say that I shouldn't touch you." Wren's free hand splayed over the small of Rowan's back. "Not when you started it." Rowan's breath hitched. "No. I'm not going to say that anymore. Not to you." "I thought you were afraid to be touched." Wren's fingers traced a circle over the curve of Rowan's spine as if testing for a reaction. "I know that I'm not afraid of you." Rowan waited for the panic to set in, but all he felt was desire. "With you, I want…" "You want what?" "I want more." Triumph flared in Wren's gaze before he narrowed his eyes. "Really? Then why are you still trying to get away from me?"
LivChanin · 1M Views

EMBERS

I am the last of my kind. The once-prestigious Ember Clan was erased from the face of the earth without a trace. In the beginning, we were close-like brothers and sisters. There existed a harmony among us, but everything changed one fateful morning. I still remember that day vividly: the morning my entire family was violently slaughtered before my eyes. They came clad in the most advanced fireproof vests, recently introduced to counter our abilities. We were no longer needed; they wanted us gone, discarded like a useless dog about to be put down by its infinitely stronger master. The land of Troxiya has always been ruled by the strongest clan, the Aqualians, who wield the most formidable elemental power-water. In every clan, it is believed that a phantom is born-a being of pure elemental ability, the pinnacle of their lineage, and the strongest among them. In our case, the last phantom born was my grandfather. After his death, my uncle became the strongest among us, but he lacked the strength and mastery to ascend as a monarch. Phantoms hold a unique place in Troxiya, as every monarch-the supreme power of the nation-is a phantom. Monarchs are beings who stand above all others; it is said that a single monarch can decimate an army of thousands. Without a phantom, a clan is powerless to maintain its influence. After my grandfather's death, the Ember Clan failed to produce another phantom born. As a result, we lost our connections and standing. Deemed useless and a threat because we are the children of fire, the supreme leader issued a decree: annihilate the Ember Clan. And so, my family-my entire clan-was wiped out in a calculated, merciless purge. Now, I am the last Ember, carrying the weight of our legacy and the fire of vengeance within me.
mashkar658 · 441 Views
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