Edelgard X Byleth Novels & Stories

“But please, I beg of you, let Camille be. She is all I have.” Before Lord Edgar could respond, a woman entered the chambers. Her movements were graceful, almost ethereal, as she glided across the room. Her beauty was striking—dark, flowing hair that reached her butt flowed behind her, onyx eyes that shimmered eerily. Her visage was impassive, and she walked towards her husband. She was Lady Elaine, the wife to Lord Edgar and mother to Elbert. Not only was she an original vampire from England, but she was also the most powerful witch in Svetyland, feared by all who knew her.

~073 Code: Edenfall The aftermath of the attack hung like smoke in the Cathedral corridors - the scent of scorched wiring and shattered trust. In the war room, screens flickered with data streams as Elodie, Lyra, and Sable coordinated the final prep for the Edenfall protocol - the twin-pulse strike designed to cripple Adrien Laurent's network. Xavier stood over the tactical console, arms folded, his eyes flicking between numbers and timelines. Bella entered, Hope bundled against her chest in a navy wrap, her presence grounding the tension.

Rolling the cuffs up his forearms as Elengard appeared in the doorway. When he turned, Elsabet caught the way the shirt moved aside, revealing the deep gold of his skin, which always seemed to shine like dragon scales. The shirt hinted at his rippled abdomen and taut chest beneath the few buttons. His breeches were designed with straps clasped up over his shoulders to go under an overcoat. Black boots shined in the light of the flames. That same gold and silver pendant hung at the crux of his chest. Depicting what he was. Something she’d have clearly realized, if she hadn’t been in such a hurry to get the job done and back to her valkyrie tree.

Edgar and Elora orchestrated the destruction of his people three years ago. A summit, they were invited for negotiations and the water supply was poisoned with a compound designed specifically for Lycan biology." I paused. "Forty three survived out of thousands."Elle's hands didn't move on the table. Her face didn't change. But something in her eyes went very still in the way things went still when they were absorbing something that was worse than expected. "And Elora." I continued. "She's not just Edgar's Beta. She designed the compound, she managed the operation, she's been running a parallel agenda inside Edgar's structure that he doesn't have full sight of."

He paused for a long moment before saying, “I suppose at this point it won’t matter. We are heading for Eden.” “Eden?” I exclaimed softly in complete lack of understanding as to where that was. “Yes, at least that’s what the Nazis called it. Never been there myself, but I’m sure that it’s a regular goose marching paradise.” My mind searched for clues as to what made sense of what I was hearing. Pulling on memory I said, “Do you mean Antarctica, the part of it called New Swabia by the Germans in World War II?” “Well, now, you do know a thing or two, don’t you my dear. No bad American blonde jokes for you, although I do detect a little something else other than American.”

King Brennus asked me. “We have Eligor’s Xeglan creature here with us, and one thing we learnt about them is that they’re all linked. Yes, this one is a hybrid, but its behaviour suggests that it wants to return to the others because that is its nature, or at least part of it,” I said. King Aragon nodded slowly. “We attack Eligor, but use the Xeglan as bait to lure out Alyx.” “She’s connected to those creatures somehow, and if they’re all losing their mind over one of their own being tortured, she’ll have no choice but to find the source of the torture,” I confirmed.

A dull ache resonated through my chest, leaving a strange empty feeling behind as I accepted Eli’s hand, and allowed him to pull me through the circle. I still couldn’t feel Athena, but I no longer felt blocked from my magic. Scanning Elbrus, I noticed a slim blade at his hip, about eight inches long, and another in the top of his boot. He was dressed in fighting leathers, pants and a vest that laced up in the front, and boots that came up to his knees. Padding after him in my bare feet, I tested my magic, willing the knife in his boot to lift slightly from its sheath.

Refused to acknowledge the way my heart twisted, the way my entire body screamed at the sight of him touching someone else. I felt discarded. Used. Like a dirty rag tossed aside after serving its purpose. How could he? After last night? After everything? I hate you, Abaddon. “You okay, Elia?” Wesley’s voice cut through my thoughts. I swallowed hard. The last thing I needed was an audience. “Yeah. Just tired from practice.” Lies. And I knew Abaddon saw straight through them. He was watching me. I felt his eyes, dark and heavy, feeding off my pain.

Suddenly, Hera sprinted toward me, shrieking, "No! Stay away from him!" I had never seen her like this. She seized the blade with her bare hand and stepped in front of me, using her own body as a shield. The dagger pierced her chest with ease and drove straight through her heart. Agony seized her, and she went rigid. Then she smiled at me. "You mad bitch!" I roared. "Fuck! Byleth, kill them! Kill them all!" Byleth stood frozen for a heartbeat. Then she pulled herself together and struck Renault down in a single blow. She charged through the door and began slaughtering everyone inside.

He touched my neck and slid his hands down my breasts. “You’ve gotten prettier, how do you manage to do it?” he said with a frisky tone. “What are you talking about, I don't know you,” I retorted, moving away from him. “You don't need to know me, it's not important anymore,” he replied, grabbing my arms with a firm grip and slamming me to the floor. His tongue grazed my breast as he crawled up to my face and softly bit my neck. “Orders were to kill you, but I figured out it's better to have you for myself once again, Lena,”