Emilia Re Zero Fan Art Novels & Stories

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.

And impossible to ignore. “My name is Emilia Rutherford,” she said. “And I am not human.” She raised her hands—claws flashing like obsidian glass. Her eyes glowed. The camera shook slightly as a figure beside her shifted—bones snapping, fur splitting through skin. “But I am not your enemy.” Static buzzed. The feed distorted, but her voice remained. “We lived among you. We protected your borders. We bled under your moons. But now you burn us. Hunt us. Call us monsters.”

Humanity is fucked up. "Fine..." She says and then she finally looks at me. Her eyes traveling up my figure, "Can I dress her up?" Do I look like your freaking barbie doll, bitch? Enzo waves a hand dismissively already engrossed in the stack of files on his desk. This conversation was over long ago for him. "I don't care." Emilia smiles for the first time at me. "Come on." But why do I feel like I'm being coaxed by another devil, but with this one, her venom rests in her smile and her opened-toed pumps?

"What the fuck is going on in here?" Neru scratched the back of his head and answered, "Emilia is my mate, Luna." "What?" in incredulity, I mumbled. Slowly, my body relaxed though it took time for my brain to process what I have learned. Who would have thought that the weakling beta of the Dark Moon pack would be so fortunate? Emilia is a pain in the ass, yes but I could tell she's a fine woman the men are wishing for. "Freaking unbelievable." Shaking my head, I snickered.

Emilia sighed and sat on the bed, resting her head in her hands. My wolf nudged me to comfort her and I rolled my eyes as I got up and went around the bed before sitting next to her. I drew her in so she could rest her head on my shoulder. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around me and a part of me loved it while the other wanted to get as far away as possible from her. “No matter what happens, we’ll figure it out.” I said and she nodded. “We definitely will.” Emilia said. “Because I will stop at nothing until Nox Rider and everything he loves is destroyed.”

Delilah said, her eyes sparkling with mischief "and we're willing to go any length and sacrifice for what we love." "Exactly." Emilia leaned in slightly, her voice low enough that the women around them wouldn't hear. "My Jax is worth fighting for. He's such a wonderful man. So talented, so creative, so..." She paused deliberately, watching Delilah's reaction. “passionate." "Of course, Jax is a passionate man. I of all people would know that.” Delilah agreed. "About his work, especially. I…” "Jax?" Emilia’s smile sharpened. "Jax? You call him Jax?" She said the name like she owned it.

I said. “Isn’t this something only artists do?” Ellen interrupted. I shot her an annoyed look before I responded, “Yes” “Then since you’re an artist, and this is your job…Just do it” She ordered. I shot her a long look before I took a few steps toward her. “I’m Emilia’s assistant, not yours” I gave her a deadly glare before I headed to the door. In a few seconds Emilia was following after me. “What is it?” She asked.

She then jumped unceremoniously into the pool splashing water and wetting the girls clothes. " Always wild." Lucia commented and the two others chuckled. That's how they managed to stay together, understanding each other. The three Ladies had different characters and personalities but despite that fact, they remained bonded. Miranda,the ever quiet Individual. She preferred watching at the sidelines and talking when required. Ava, unruly and wild. Quite the temperamental one and blunt with her statements. Allergic to coating words. Lucia,the social butterfly. She can fit anywhere,loves being sarcastic and very meticulous in everything, and that includes mocking you. Stacy,the workaholic. Advi

A smirk tugged at the corner of Emilia’s mouth. Not a warm one. Not one of approval. “If you do,” Emilia murmured, voice light, almost amused, “you’ll suffer more in the hands of Izzy.” Elisa’s fingers curled around the edge of the table. She already knew that. She just didn’t know how much.

Emilia stood, closing the laptop gently. “No,” she said coldly. “She didn’t have to. They’re doing it for her.” She poured herself a drink. “Then we change the plan,” she said. “We stop targeting her coalition. We target her heart.” She looked at a wall pinned with photos, newsprint, digital threads. And at the center: a photo of Lena—smiling. Radiant. Powerful. Emilia drew a circle around the image with a red marker. “Let’s see what happens when the world finds out what really broke her.”