Art Of Fire Emblem Awakening Novels & Stories

“That’s partly what I wanted to add to the book. I didn’t remember until I saw it the other day.” I watch her flip through pages covered in drawings and diagrams. She pauses at a section in the middle of the book. “The red flame you saw, they call that the Phoenix. It’s the sign of a successful Awakening,” she says, pointing to a page filled with writing. “What’s an Awakening?” I ask. “It’s a very, very old war ritual. They used to use it on mortally wounded dragons, it heals them and brings them back physically stronger than before,” she says.

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His words in replayed themselves in my mind on repeat. Forever beautiful. Forever powerful. And while he did not say it, I knew I would forever be a slave to the hunger for blood. "Immortality can wait. There is vengeance to claimed. These liar and fakes, I promised them death. I must keep my word." I growled at Evan. Caring not for the eternity tomorrow but for revenge today. My creator smirked reaching into his beast pocket once more and handed me another vile filled with some kind of green liquid. "Drink this." He tossed it to me.

Now that, they are accumulated in one area, the job is much easier. “I can handle this. Argus, just take care of those I cannot immediately burn,” he commanded getting annoyed of them. He received a nod from Argus. He positioned his hands in front of them. Sebastian relaxed the muscles in his body and calmed his breathing. Gradually, the heat forms in between his two palms and a huge fireball is slowly forming. The monsters stopped their agitated behaviours; the noises are quieted and the movements ceased. All the pair of eyes are on him, all are looking dumb but are clearly anticipating something.

**Warning - This chapter contains dark themes. For those of you who have read the original series, Cole (formally Alexander) Is going to be a lot meaner and a lot darker in this rewrite** Chapter Ten Cole’s Point of View Belle left the room very quickily and soon, it was just me and my new toy. She doesn’t know it yet, but I have big, big plans for her. She’s not going to be just a normal slave, oh no. While I certainly preferred the sexual company of other vampires, male and female, a human offers … warmth that they just can’t provide sometimes.

[~Cursed-Malaka Killed~] [Gained Saturation Points +11] [Gained Soul Crystal +5] [Gained Fire-based Affinity] [Gained Soul-Armas (weapon-class): Cursed Arrow] While Artemis had difficulty processing the situation, Creed felt his mind drowning into bliss. Now that he could focus on these popping notifications inside his head, the last one stupefied him. An unexpected Soul Armas manifested and was hovering inside his mind palace. A malicious grin—creepier than any beast's—appeared on his face as he peeked at the razor sharp arrowhead. All the damage that he took on his body was definitely worth the prize.

If I come off as impatient, the Supreme Elder will stop giving me any clues, even her nasty riddles. With my attention still on the Supreme Elder, I chime, “The seer is training her ability, but I still need to give her guidance. I need to know what pieces are needed. I’m sure I’m missing some pawns, but do I have all my knights and bishops for the game?” The Supreme Elder’s smirk widens as she slowly shakes her head. “No. You are also missing your rook. The rook may look like she isn’t needed, but she is a wolf in disguise.”

I wonder if all rogues act like they're a little wrong in the head. Our attention snapped back on the front when someone harrumphed. Almost all the girls groaned, and almost all the boys lean in attention. "Greetings! I'm Felicia Filicitus Faulkner, I'm 14 years old, a beautiful gray wolf and I'm from the Southwoods!" She started tinkering with her long hair. "I'd love to be friends with all of you, you should feel honored, I mean this is an invitation from someone who is the strongest candidate to become Luna!"

I asked, my voice trembling. I was scared, but I trusted it. Even though it had lied about being Benjamin, it had never harmed me. In fact, it had saved my life multiple times. "Ordinary?" The man on the screen smiled. "You're not ordinary. Otherwise, why would I have chosen you?" "Not ordinary?" I repeated, bewildered. "Exactly. Your emotions are far stronger than a normal person's. Your anger, joy, and sorrow are three times as intense as anyone else's. The same joke will make you laugh three times as hard; the same tragedy will make you grieve three times as deeply."

I felt the insult like a spark—but I didn’t let it own me. I let it fuel me. We clashed again. A storm of fury. Each strike more desperate than the last. My muscles burned. My vision blurred. And then I felt it. A pulse in my chest. Something ancient, vast, and waking. A warmth that rolled through my veins like liquid fire. The runes on the ground began to glow faintly beneath my feet. Gasps echoed. Elders stepped forward. “She’s awakening,” one whispered. My heart thundered as symbols carved in stone began to pulse with golden light. My blade flared with heat.