Edelgard X Byleth Novels & Stories

Content Warning: This chapter contains themes with institutional abuse, psychological manipulation, and implied violence. Reader discretion advised. The dormitory lights clicked off at eleven and I lay in the dark counting every breath like it might be the last one that still belonged to me. The key was warm in my palm. I kept running my thumb across the letters scratched into the metal and trying to decide what they meant now. T-O-B-Y. Either the most real thing in this place or the most carefully constructed lie I had ever been handed.

Eleonor has grown more and her auburn hair, just like her mother's, is very noticeable under her cap, although her eyes are identical to her father's. The beauty of his daughter unleashes thousands of emotions in Egil's head. Without a doubt, she will be the most beautiful woman on all this land. A stab makes him step back, but Adelaide doesn't notice. Egil was wounded once again in another attack and barely had time to recover before returning to the Arrabal estate, only to find this scene. The pain and tremors in his arm haven't left him during this whole time and have even worsened after his recent wound in his abdomen.

I nodded shyly as if I agreed with what he had said. He stared at me for a moment and sighed. He lowered the goblet containing an expensive wine that could be equivalent to one month's supply of our food at home. "It's okay if you want to keep your identity. Your name here is Magda? It's cool anyway." he complimented. "You know what, Magda, you have the vibe of a person I've been searching for for so long." he shared. I gulped after hearing it. Is he talking about the person he's been searching for for so long is... me?

“Blake?” “Yes?” He turned to look at me, his eyes soft and attentive. “You never told me how the battle ended.” He stopped and replied, “Well, we gained a new ally pack, the Pine Forest Pack in Ontario. After they withdrew their troops from the battle, we were easily able to overpower both the Silver Moon Pack and the Bois Sombre Pack. They withdrew their troops not long after. However, Alpha Édouard’s still alive and remains a threat. Although, I’d say it’ll be another few years before he tries to attack us again.”

He was slain on my sword, roaring like a bullwhip, and then he decreed: "I will have you both dead, if you dare step foot outside Utgardr. Arcadia is mine now, with the Northern Holds soon to follow: mark my words, heathen whores – you shall perish and die in my thundering lashes, then rot forevermore!" The white hart who had become Eleleth dissipated into a clatter of alien bones and lichen. White blood spilled in his wake as he gave up the ghost. I sobbed, rocking back and forth, looking starry eyed up at Yolanda.

In fact, his eyes were trained on Eden. “Look away! Mine!” Xabath screamed. If he didn’t learn how to keep his cool, he was about to blow our cover even before these fools understood why we arrived. To my relief, he did as told and looked at the terrified woman. “It’s your sister. Eden has arrived with her new mate, apparently,” he spat out venomously. “The bigger one is the King’s Alpha and the finger snacker is his Beta.” “Eden? Is that really you?” The woman gasped.

”I’m the chief of Xerxes Village, Thomas Bloom. I heard that you guys are accusing Edelgard. As an old veteran who’s joined the army and fought in wars, I’m very disappointed and sad about everyone’s wrongful accusations. “Edelgard comes to our village every year to teach voluntarily, making monetary and non-monetary donations. She’s sponsored a few university students from our village, as well as numerous ill villagers who needed treatment. It’s also her donations that have allowed us to have a water supply in the village.

“They brought deadly weapons made by humans, killing our pack members. Malia couldn’t bear that guilt anymore; she gave up hiding and returned to the silver night pack, but Dexton wasn’t done; he gazed a fatal silver-laced bullet into Edgar's heart.” A gasp leaves Elise's lips as she hears about what Chief Dexton did. “In his last moment, he begged not to wage war because the woman he loved had a part of him with her. I couldn’t understand then, but right now I see he meant you were his most prized love. I’ve kept a blood oath with my best friend even till death that I will keep your birthright; this whole pack is your birthright, Elise,” he says. “That must be the reason the veils opened up

Elliot’s parents, dignified yet teary-eyed, fussed over a table piled high with gifts from the human realm—wooden puzzles, plush phoenixes, and a first storybook embossed with Valemont gold. From Xaerath, banners of silver and green announced the arrival of Kaelith. He strode in wearing traveling leathers, a proud grin on his scarred face—and on his arm, a quiet Xaerathian healer whose shy smile made the warriors nudge one another knowingly.

“I’m still here, Caleb.” ​He pulled her into a crushing embrace, his face buried in her hair. Through the Deep Link, she felt his terror, the fear that he had lost the girl he loved to the goddess she had become. But beneath that, there was a new sensation: a low, subsonic vibration in Elara’s chest that made Caleb flinch. ​The second heartbeat. Aethelred. ​Behind them, the ash-covered mounds of snow began to shift.