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Spyro And Ember Lemon

Celestial Embers Chronicles

The Trials are about to begin; Seraphim looks to the past to learn about her uncertain future. Being a Celestial Arborist has never been easy; and soon she learns there are more secrets to unfold. Will she abandon everything she knows in search of the truth? Check out our other story Snow White and Her Vampire King. Updates on Mondays. http://wbnv.in/a/1dibx6X “Harriette,” she whispered, her voice trembling, “we need to go. Now.”  The temperature dropped around them, Seraphim could see her breath, and her breathing was ragged as it drew in the sharp air.  Harriette’s body began to quiver as she too, sensed the shift in the air. But before they could move, a figure emerged from the shadows of the trees. It was unlike anything Seraphim had ever seen—a towering, hunched creature cloaked in darkness. Its eyes glowed faintly, twin orbs of eerie green light. The gaze seemed to pierce through her, seeping into her very soul. “Don’t look at it!” Seraphim hissed, grabbing Harriette’s arm and pulling her back. “Whatever you do, don’t meet its eyes!” The sisters stumbled backward, the creature’s guttural growl vibrating through the air. Seraphim’s heart pounded as she tried to remember the stories she had heard—legends of beasts that roamed beyond the wall, their gaze capable of paralyzing even the bravest of souls. They turned to flee, crashing through the underbrush in a desperate attempt to escape. But the creature was fast, its heavy footsteps thundering behind them.
AnnaliseKarmot · 10.2K Views

Infinitias Ember Pulse Ultra

In a world of monsters and mythical beasts. Humanity has long fallen to them. But they weren't willing to die. So Project Pandora was created. They cloned dead children in order to train them up. Barely any survived. But those who did survive, were stronger, smarter, and better than everyone else. They were known as Infinitias Superstes. Otherwise loosely translated into, infinite survivor. These Infinitias Superstes were put into special laboratories in order to train them for the outside world. But one of them is different from the rest. Vito is a clone of a mutated wight child, an undead which forever hates the living. But Vito is different, he doesn't hate the living. Instead, he hates those that want to take his life or harm him in any way. As a mutated wight, Vito's regeneration ability is unmatched by any human or normal weights. Being able to regenerate his fingers in seconds, and healing lost limbs in half a day. Vito also has another power, the Ember Pulse. His heart is like an ember, a stubborn and refusing to die, ember that will spark fires beyond itself. But Vito is discriminated against because he is different from all the rest. And so, in order to evolve his ember into an eternal flame, he'll need to destroy all opposition in front of him. Vito may not be the descendant of a Supreme Human King, or the Reincarnation of a Crystal Goddess, or even Nature's Apostle. But he is a Fire Relayer, the Last Ember Carrier. Aeterna Flamma. -Vito Sparks, Ascendence.
WoodAutumnDoll · 8K Views

Embers Of The Night

As Mia drove through the bustling city streets, her heart began to race—not from the traffic, but from the chilling knowledge that a bomb had been planted in her car. The news had come through a frantic message on her phone, a warning from an anonymous source that sent her spiraling into a state of panic. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white as she fought to maintain control. With every red light, her dread deepened. She knew that the moment she stopped the car, the bomb would detonate. The thought of leaving her Lysander behind filled her with a profound sense of sorrow. They had so many plans, dreams of a future together that now felt impossibly distant. With trembling hands, she picked up her phone and dialed Lysander’s number. “Mi Amore?” Lysander’s voice came through, laced with concern. “What’s wrong?” Mia smiled sadly, he could always tell when something was bothering her and yet she was going to leave him. “Lysander , I need you to listen to me,” she said, her voice quivering. “ You’re a very great person. I never thought I would find this type of love. I only thought love like this was just a fairytale. But you….you….” Mia paused taking in a deep breath. “Anna? What’s happening? Is something wrong? You’re scaring me.” Tears rolled down her cheeks as she turned her head towards the backseat where the bomb sat. How could she tell this to Lysander? She was going to die and leave him. She was going to leave him alone with the thoughts and dreams they shared. Silence hung heavy on the line, and Anna could almost hear the rapid beating of her heart. “I just found out…… I… I don’t have much time,” she choked out, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry, love. I won’t be able to see you again.” “Don’t say that! We’ll figure this out! Just tell me what’s happening? ” he urged, desperation creeping into his tone. “No, please, just listen. It’s too late now. I love you so much, and I want you to remember that. You’ve made my life so beautiful. I wish I could hold you one last time.” Her voice broke as she fought to keep her composure. “Anna, don’t—” “I have to go, Lysander . Just know that I’m always with you.” With that, she hung up, her heart shattering into a million pieces. She looked at the cliff ahead of her and stepped on the gas, the car racing towards the cliff. ************* In the heart of a bustling college town, twenty-year-old Anna Mia Harper is juggling classes, bills, and a growing sense of despair as an orphan navigating life on her own. Desperate for cash, she stumbles upon a peculiar job listing: a grave cleaner and companion for the dead at the local cemetery, promising a month’s rent for just one night of work. Excited by the prospect, Anna Mia arrives under the eerie glow of the moon, ready to face whatever the night may bring. But when she encounters a mysterious man lounging atop a tombstone—one who bears a striking resemblance to a deceased local legend—her heart races. Is he a ghost, a trick of the light, or something more sinister?
Aishat_isd · 17.2K Views
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