Emilia Figure Re:zero Novels & Stories

The student body went into applause. “Any question?” Chloe asked “What was behind the name Empire?” Cami was the person to ask the question. Yes Cami was still in school, she was still a grade away from graduating high school. “That is a great question. Empire was the name of my late Godmother; I owe her a lot so I named everything I own after her.” Chloe replied with a smile

He could put on rags and still make it look like a clothing for the runway. Emilia was dressed in a purple summer dress that stop at the middle of her thighs paired with black flats to compliment. Her hair was let down today, dancing with the wind. Like Liam, she also had a pair of sunglass but hers was used as a band for her hair. “ Of course Lucia.” Emilia replied Lucia with a huge smile on her face. Liam was at the side talking to his father. It looked like they were having a serious conversation but Emilia decided not pry too much.

Not glowing—empty. The wind returned. And with it, the unmistakable scent of burned bone and old, dried blood. Emilia didn’t flinch. She met the thing’s gaze. And then, it bowed. Not fully. Just a tilt of the head, the spine dipping slightly, like an animal recognizing its superior. Julian inhaled sharply. The figure vanished into the trees. Emilia didn’t move for a long time. Her hands curled into fists, nails biting into her palms. Her skin felt too tight. Her breath too loud.

“Fitting.” They sat in silence for a while longer, watching as the first drops of rain kissed the petals of the wisteria. The quiet was comforting. Emilia reached into her pocket and pulled out her notebook again, this time not to write names, but to sketch—lazy lines of vines, blossoms, and runes she remembered from Elira’s lessons. Mochi leaned against her side. “We’ll be okay,” she murmured. Emilia glanced down at her. “Even if they hate me again?”

I asked, studying the figure. The stranger reached up, slowly pulling off the mask to reveal a petite woman with a pixie-like face and short black hair cut close to her head. Her gaze was sharp, intelligent, and assessing. “Hi, Noah,” she said, extending a hand toward me. “I’m Emilia.” “Emilia…?” I echoed, reaching out to shake her hand, still somewhat taken aback by her sudden appearance. “Emilia, the hacker,” Raymond clarified, a grin touching his lips as he took in my surprise.

"Because of the friendship I have with your father, I'm considering giving you, one more chance. Screw up and it's over. Our alliance will be destroyed and you and your people will be regarded as my enemy. Understood?" "Understood." I gritted out. "So, what do you want from me?" Emilia assessed me with her eyes for a moment, looking at me in a sultry manner, making me uncomfortable. "I want you to prove your loyalty to me. Prove to me that you're over Zora and that you're entirey devoted to me." I frowned as she looked at me knowingly. Emilia sure knew how to play this game. She was putting me in a tight spot, making me choose between Zora and The Cause. With dread in my spirit, I asked, "H

Emilia did love her, she was just bad at expressing her love to her twin sister, but she made so many actions that one could easily tell that she loved the girl, just like their father did to their youngest sister Zeta. There was no difference physically between the twins apart from their hair colour, eye colour and body statue. Perhaps, there was actually a lot difference between the two of them. Emilia, the older one and the more attractive one, she possesed long brunette hair and eyes very similar to Rosa's doe brown eyes, she was a bit plum and very attractive, her hips revealed in every dress she wore and ass bulged out as well. Elisa was not built that way, she had hips but in some dr

Asalan Enlim says dismissing them all. They filed out leaving the room without turning their backs to the Emperor until they reach the door frame. They now again and leave closing the door behind them. Silence engulfs them in the room as Una takes in the features she had not yet seen in the room. The intricate designs and pieces laid out across the room made no sense to her at all. "Are you the emperor they speak of?" Una asked taking steps down the bed stand to stand in front of him. He might be the emperor here but she was not from this timeline. She knew nothing about her at all. "What year are you from?" The emperor asked her.

He raised his foot, and for a second, I thought he would crush me right there. “Enough.” Emilia said softly, her voice slicing through the silence like a knife. “Let me talk to her.” Liam paused. Then, with a final glare, he turned and walked out, slamming the door behind him. I spat blood, turning my head weakly to look at Emilia. She didn’t look like a healer anymore. She looked like a queen savoring her victory. She crouched beside me, her belly round, glowing with fake innocence. “You really didn’t know, did you?” she said with a smile. “You poor, stupid thing.”

Chapter Twenty "I beg your pardon," Emilia's eyes narrowed at the girl before her who gave her a good run in height, despite her slim frame. It appears it runs in the genes as Milan seems to look like a hunk himself. Too surreal, bigger than an average wolf. Well, so are the men here, who seem to come with their nature as Lycans. The girl's eyes glinted with delight as she jogged forward to meet her, stretching out her hand to Emilia. "Hullo, I am Emma, princess to this Kingdom and a princess apparently," She rolled her eyes mischievously