Emilia Re Zero Fan Art Novels & Stories

He said while I gazed at him, then I found my words, “I thought of that as well, but I don't think she has the guts to hurt me, moreover she reminds me of Emilia, she possess most of Emilia's features too,” I said and turned my gaze to the new designed pendant painting I had done years ago, I finally decided to bring out and admire my own masterpiece, even though it reminds me of the bond I had shared with Emilia, I had done the painting myself years ago after I had come back from my adventurous journey of looking for Emilia, Then Victor spoke again, “Please Sir I think you shouldn't have to bring back much memories of Emilia, cause it won't be a good idea if you take a pause on life just t

Elias smiled. "No. Let her come to you. She doesn’t fear death. She fears mirrors." He turned to the window. "And you, my son… are her reflection sharpened to a blade." ~~~~~~~~~~ THE BLACK HOUSE — NURSERY Emilio drew again. Not blood this time. Charcoal on stone. A face. Familiar. A woman. Hollow eyes. Mouth sewn shut. Below it, in crude Umbra glyphs, he wrote: "She’s not who you think she is."

Emilia scoffed, her gaze transforming into a glare. "Why did you reject my sister?" she spat. I countered, my tone even, "Why didn't you stop me?" Emilia had been present, albeit at a distance. Why hadn't she intervened? Emilia's eyes flashed, her jaw clenched. "Fair point," she deadpanned, biting her fingers harder. They were already red and swollen. "Emilia..." I said, alarmed, studying her critically. The vibrant, loving girl I once knew was now a shadow of herself.

Alex The car hummed along the road, but the silence inside was deafening. I glanced at Emilia, seated beside me, her gaze fixed straight ahead. Her fingers deftly twirled a small, triangular piece of metal, the motion so fluid and practiced it was mesmerizing. For a child her age, the skill was impressive. Unsettling, even. I cleared my throat, trying to catch her attention. But Emilia remained lost in her own world, the metal dancing between her fingers without missing a beat.

“Sir, I have no idea who you think I am—” He laughed, bitter. “You’re not going to fool me again.” But something was off. The fear in her eyes wasn’t calculated—it was real. “I’m Emilia,” she said slowly. “Emilia Moretti. I don’t know you, and I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else.” “now you tell me your name?” he laughed with so much darkness and evil. Their conversation was interrupted when Liam, Emilia’s boyfriend approached them, and she freed herself from his grip

She looked up at me with a big smile, and I felt a pang of protectiveness so strong it nearly took my breath away. “Look, Emilia!” she exclaimed, holding up a drawing. It was of the two of us, holding hands, with a giant sun smiling down on us. “It’s beautiful,” I told her, kneeling down to kiss the top of her head. “You’re an amazing artist, you know that?” She beamed widely. She didn’t know that she was now a target for whatever reasons I didn’t know. I wanted to keep it that way. I wanted to protect her from whatever was coming, even if it meant keeping secrets from Alaric.

I asked her as she nodded her head. “Yes, Emelia and Eleanor.” She pointed to the picture as I looked at her fingers. “Which one is Emelia?” I asked her as she chuckled moving closer, “The one with the long hair. You can’t afford to miss her smile.” She said to me as realization hit me. The person I have been meeting and the pictures on the internet are two different people “Emelia is known as the cheerful one, she always says the camera loves her” she complimented as I turned around to look at the person who had just walked into the room

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.

Eren's eyes widened, as he tried to push her hand away, while looking at Emilia, who smiled at him, then raised her shoulders as if the matter did not matter to her, and it really did. “I’m sorry Emilia, please wait, I will be back shortly.” He said while looking at her sadly, and although Emilia had no previous experiences, but she knew very well those looks, she smiled at him and gestured to him with her hand, as if she was really enjoying him being away from her. “Dear Emilia, from now on I will make you a second part of this body.” Her features became cold, as she looked at the woman who was standing behind her, and without paying attention this time to her surroundings, which began to d

Luca chatted nonstop as he drew, while Emilia focused intently, her little brow furrowed in concentration. “Papa,” Luca said, holding up a messy picture of a dragon. “Do you like it?” I grinned. “I love it, buddy. That’s a very fierce dragon.” Emilia stayed quiet, her small hands moving carefully across the paper. I didn’t want to disturb her, so I kept reading, content just to be near them. After a while, she stood, clutching a piece of paper to her chest. Her cheeks were pink as she walked over to me.