Bernadetta Fire Emblem Novels & Stories

“But I can’t see Goo.” “Oh, okay, let’s move to the side so I can text them.” They both typed on their phone. “I think we should take this alley to avoid getting mobbed.” Aiko glanced at the map on his phone. “Oh, okay. Let me just send this.” They retreated to take a different route. The other side is much more serene compared to the main street. They saw the sign of the mart at a distance. “Woah!” she was surprised. “Look, over there, there are fireflies!” The other side of the road was poorly lit. There are bushes and trees and another alley that leads to the village. “I rarely see fireflies nowadays. Let me just take a picture!”

And something sick inside me wanted her to say it. Tell me you didn’t want this. Tell me to get you out of here, and I will burn the whole fucking city down for you. But she didn’t. Instead, she smiled and said, “It’s not a bad position at all, you know? Queen of the Moreti empire. Free to do whatever I want. The most important woman in the city. That’s every woman’s dream, isn’t it? I hope you didn’t think I was any different?” And there it was.

The last time, she had come here in fear, with Maeron’s betrayal freshly burned into her bones and Atheira’s warnings curled like a fist around her chest. This time, she descended alone, cloaked in midnight blue, the Keeper’s Orb humming gently at her side. The great fire basin stood ahead, dormant but warm—embers curling within like a memory still catching breath. As Serena approached, she whispered, “You’ve burned long enough.” She reached inside the flame—not to extinguish it. But to honor it. The fire rose, briefly, in a shimmer of gold and silver. Not to stop her. But to bless her. The Flame’s Final Message

The pure blood surged so violently my entire body jolted—and a vision flashed behind my eyes. Not a memory. Not my imagination. A revelation. Bernatta’s heart. A blade. Silver. Dipped in pure blood. Piercing straight through. A weakness. Her weakness. I gasped as the vision faded, leaving only a pounding in my skull. Bernatta leaned closer. “Did you see something?” I stared at her, breath shaking. “Yes.” Her smile stretched. “What was it?” “That you’re not immortal,” I said. Her eyes widened, fury igniting instantly.

"Take them out!" Jemma shouted to his children: Cerberus, the three-headed hellhound, the many-headed Lernean Hydra, and Chimera. "Shit!" Jemma huffed as Cerberus was overwhelmed by Mr. Jordan. Blue Fireballs rushed at his right hand, but the wind carried thick smoke, blocking his vision. Jemma was nervous about whether his defenses were down or not. While there was a chance to move, Jay clawed at the viper ensnaring him. He then grabbed the thing silently. Unsure of what he would do, Jay's mind was already clouded.

Lexara’s jaw clenched, but she said nothing. Eamon looked at her again. “But maybe… maybe that’s what we’re for. Not to cage you. Not to correct you. But to make sure the wrong hands never get the fire. You were given five older brothers for a reason. Not to silence you. To guard the world until you were ready to burn.” The room went still. Even Kael didn’t speak. Vanessa whispered, “Holy shit…” Lexara’s eyes flickered. Something loosened in her chest. And the resonance curled, not in resistance — but in recognition.

Her fingers press against my temple and the vision detonates behine my eyes. Ember laughing with another man, curled against him beside a fire. “You were right,” She whispers. “Bastion never stood a chance.” The man smirks. “He thought you would choose him, poor little hero.” They laugh together. She looks at him like she never once looked at me. Devotion, hunger, and love written all over her. His hand traces her collarbone and she leans in to kiss him. Then the vision shifts. Ember is dressed in fire-forged armor, standing over my chained body.

he paused with a tensed blink before adding, “But for you. A Berbieri’s daughter's hand for you.” “Come again?” Vladimir Sokolov's cold arctic tone sent chills down the walls of his office room. Boris Sokolov, His councillor and father let out a heavy breath and nodded. “Her name is Rose Barbieri. She is Nico Berbeiri's daughter and niece of La Camorra’s Capo. A beautiful and submissive girl, she is perfect to be your wife.” “And who said I needed a wife, Otets? Cancel the arrangement, Vladimir Sokolov doesn't require a wife,” He said decisively, fixing his father with a freezing glare.

Emilia raises her head to look at Liam who seemed to be as confused as she was if not more. “ It’s Hailey. She did this, I’m sure of it.” Emilia said as she made her way into the room. The king sized bed was covered with rose petals. The petals flowed to a door that seemed to be the door to the bathroom. Wanting to see what was behind the door, Emilia opened it. The huge bathtub was also filled with rose petals. Jesus! Emilia felt heat rise up to her face. Going back to the room, she saw that Liam was already putting the candles off. The room looked romantic, too romantic.

Bella’s POV I wake up in a dark room, the warm glow of the sun peeking in from behind the thick curtains. I sit up as memories from the night before attack me and push the sheets away to inspect my body. There’s a bandage around my leg, covering a wound on my right shin, and a few bandaids here and there. There’s also a wet towel on the night stand beside me, resting in an empty bowl. The door opens and a man walks in. I panic and pull the sheets over myself to cover my exposed legs since I am now only wearing underwear and an oversized T-shirt.