In a world where magical beings are hunted to extinction, Ember is the last known Phoenix gifted with the power of rebirth and fire, she’s a force of legend feared by many and coveted by those in power. After her latest rebirth, she wakes disoriented, with no memory of her past life’s, in the ruins of a burned out city. Hail, a dangerous bounty hunter bound by a cursed contract finds her. He’s been tasked with delivering her to a shadowy organization that tends to use her powers or destroy her. But as they journey together, he begins to question his mission. Drawn to her fiery spirit even as he battles his own demons.
Lihat lebih banyakThe library's air hung heavy with dust and forgotten words. Each step we took stirred motes that danced in the slanted beams of light filtering through broken windows. I trailed my fingers along the spines of books gone soft with age, feeling the whisper of stories. I couldn't read but somehow knew like my own past lives, glimpses and fragments, never the whole picture. The musty smell triggered something in me, a half-remembered sensation of peace that felt as foreign as it was familiar."Holy shit," I whispered, my voice carrying despite my intention. The main chamber stretched three stories high, with balconies hugging its perimeter; the ceiling above was partially collapsed, revealing patches of sickly sky.Lena nodded, her eyes calculating as she surveyed the space. "Libraries were knowledge repositories. Power, if you know how to use it.""That’s why we're here? For power?"She gave me a sidelong glance. "For answers. Your answers."I knew she was right. Finding Hail meant under
The tunnel mouth spat us out into blinding daylight, and I blinked away the sting in my eyes. Concrete and steel corpses loomed against a sickly yellow sky, their abandoned frames picked clean by time and desperation. My fingers brushed the cold metal of the cuff on my wrist, the dead weight that severed me from my power, while something else entirely, something warm and aching, stirred in my chest at the memory of Hail's touch."Fuck, I forgot how bright it gets up here," I muttered, shielding my face with my hand. The oppressive silence of the underground gave way to the whisper of wind through empty window frames and the crunch of glass beneath our boots.Lena moved like a ghost beside me, her dark braids catching what little sunlight penetrated the haze. She scanned our surroundings with practiced precision, one hand resting on the knife at her hip."Over there," she said, pointing toward a massive structure half-swallowed by climbing vines. "Library. Might have what we need."I n
Lena moved first, practical as ever, tugging gently at Ember's elbow. Ember hesitated, one hand still extended toward me, then set her jaw and turned away. I watched them slip farther down the narrow passage, Ember's red hair the last thing to disappear into the darkness, like a flame being extinguished.I exhaled slowly, feeling strangely hollow. Then I turned to face the main tunnel, rolling my shoulders to loosen them. The familiar pre-fight ritual settled me, pushing everything else, Ember's eyes, her words, the touch of her fingers into a compartment I could deal with later. If there was a later.Drawing my second blade, I stepped back into the main tunnel and moved deliberately away from where Ember and Lena had gone. My boots splashed through puddles I'd carefully avoided earlier. The mark burned steadily now, no longer pulsing but emitting a constant, searing pain that told me exactly what I needed to know.Dain was close. Maybe not with the hunting party but directing them. F
The footsteps grew louder, echoing off the tunnel walls like the beating of war drums. I pressed myself against the damp concrete, every muscle coiled tight, my hand hovering over the blade strapped to my thigh. Beside me, Ember's breathing quickened, shallow but controlled, the discipline of someone who'd faced death before, even if she couldn't remember it. The mark on my arm pulsed with dark energy, a compass needle pointing straight toward the approaching threat. Toward Dain."Move," I whispered, nudging them toward a narrow side passage I'd spotted moments before. "Quietly."Lena slipped into the darkness without a sound, her movements as fluid as water. Ember hesitated, her amber eyes fixed on my face for a heartbeat too long before following. I brought up the rear, every sense heightened to painful clarity, the distant drip of water, the stale copper tang of old pipes, the smell of wet stone, and something else. Something burned.The side passage narrowed further, barely wide e
We crashed through the tunnels like hunted animals, our footfalls echoing off damp concrete walls that seemed to close in with every step. My lungs burned, but not as badly as the mark on my forearm, a constant reminder of debts unpaid and promises broken. Ember's flame-red hair flickered ahead of me in the dim light, a beacon I couldn't afford to lose sight of, not now when Dain's men were breathing down our necks.The tunnel forked ahead. I grabbed Ember's elbow, steering her right without breaking stride. Lena followed, her footsteps nearly silent compared to our desperate scramble. The woman moved like a shadow, something I'd have appreciated if we weren't running for our lives."This way," I hissed, pulling them toward a narrow offshoot I'd spotted. Years of hunting had taught me to map escape routes as instinctively as breathing. "There's an alcove up ahead. We can regroup."Water dripped steadily from rusted pipes overhead, creating a chaotic symphony with our ragged breaths. T
We reached the rooftop, and there he was, Hail crouched over a woman, his gun pressed tight against her temple. Her dark braid was frayed and matted with blood. She was glaring up at him with a defiance that didn’t match her position.Lena and I skidded to a stop, barely catching our breath.“Who is she?” I whispered, but Hail missed my words. His expression was stormy, focused. The woman didn’t struggle, but something about the way she held herself, calm and calculating, made my skin crawl. Her eyes weren’t panicked or pleading. They were waiting.“Hail, let her go,” I said, my voice low but firm, each word weighted with warning as I took a step forward.But before I could move any closer, Lena’s hand shot out, catching my arm with a grip that was strong and unyielding. Her fingers pressed hard, a silent signal that spoke louder than words.Not yet.I turned to her, my heart pounding against my ribs, but the look in her eyes stopped me. It wasn’t just caution. It was fear.“Look at h
The abandoned apartment complex we found was barely holding itself together, six floors of crumbling drywall and water-stained ceilings. Once, it might have been the overpriced dream of young professionals, the kind who paid way too much to claim they lived near the city’s pulse. Now, it was a skeleton of that life. Rotting but still standing. And tonight, it was ours.Hail had taken the first watch. Six floors up on the rooftop, he’d vanished into the darkness, leaving behind nothing more than his blade and that brooding silence he wore like armor. Lena and I had taken two floors below, setting up camp in what used to be someone’s living room. The air was stale with dust and the lingering scent of old ambition.We were surrounded by scraps of scavenged intelligence, old maps, coded journals, and shattered tech devices from the last safe house we’d abandoned. Lena sifted through them with methodical precision. I hovered nearby, arms crossed, the tension in my shoulders refusing to eas
I perched on the edge of the shattered rooftop, and one boot braced against a chunk of concrete that might give way if I put too much weight on it. Six stories up gave me the vantage I needed, though height advantage meant shit if someone decided to bring the whole building down. The distant fires painted the sky in sick orange smears, turning night into some twisted parody of dawn. My curse throbbed in time with the pulsing flames, as if answering their call.We'd found temporary shelter in an abandoned apartment complex, the kind that had once housed young professionals who paid too much for too little space. Now, it housed rats, dust, and three fugitives trying to stay alive until morning. Ember and Lena were two floors below, going through the intel we'd scavenged from the safehouse. I'd volunteered for the first watch, needing space to think. To breathe.The city stretched before me like a broken chessboard, some areas still standing, others reduced to rubble. Streetlights functi
I pushed aside the rusted dumpster with practiced ease, revealing the narrow passage that had once been my emergency exit. Now, it was our only way in. The entrance to the safehouse looked like nothing – a jagged crack in the foundation of a building that had been falling apart even before the world went to shit. I ducked inside, the familiar musty smell hitting me like an old memory. Not all memories were good."Watch your head," I called back, hearing Ember's soft footsteps behind me. "And mind the trip wire at ankle height.""Anything else we should know about?" Lena asked, her voice echoing slightly in the confined space."Probably." I didn't elaborate. Some secrets stayed buried, even from temporary allies.The passage opened into what had once been a maintenance room, now stripped of anything useful except the steel door set into the far wall. I moved toward it automatically, muscle memory guiding my hands to the hidden panel beside it."Didn't take you for the secret lair type,
Chapter 1- Ember’s POVThe world smelled of smoke and death. I pushed myself up, my hands sinking into the crumbling earth, fingers brushing embers that still glow faintly. My chest heaved as I sucked in air, each breath tasting of ash and fire. Fuck, everything hurt, my bones, my muscles, even my soul if there is such a thing. This was the price of rebirth. A laugh escaped me, sharp and bitter. How many times have I done this now? Ten? Twenty? More? It didn’t matter. The pain never changed, and neither did the emptiness that followed. I glanced down at my hands. Different. Pale, unscarred, trembling like the hands of someone who hadn’t yet fought for their life. My hair fell forward, streaked with fiery red, and I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the puddle of charred water nearby.Another face. Another version of me. “How many more of these do I have left?” I whispered, my voice hoarse. The puddle didn’t answer. It never did. The air was still, the kind of silence that felt...
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