Emilia Re Zero Novels & Stories

Like they were a perfect match, he seem to be jumping from woman to woman, pfft. I couldn’t say a word. I just stared. Richard didn’t speak another word. His eyes didn’t blink. He just looked straight at Serena, his expression unreadable. Elena’s eyes landed on me, and for a moment, her smile widened just a little. “I’ve heard so much about you, Emilia,” she said smoothly. “It’s nice to finally meet.” as she reached out for a handshake. "Emilia Carson, but you already knew that," I said watching her closely while smiling.

“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?”

But alive. Then, a woman stepped out from the shadows. Celeste froze. “Mama?” she whispered. It was Emilia Moreau. Her mother. Alive. But it's cold. Distant. “You shouldn’t have come,” Emilia said. “I came for her,” Celeste said, pointing to the girl. “She is safe,” Emilia said. “For now.” “Why are you doing this?” Celeste asked. “Why work with the Viper?” “I’m not,” Emilia said. “I’m the one they fear.”

"Let's go home and talk about it. We'll figure it out together. And you will tell me everything, literally everything." With a nod, Emma clung to her father, a newfound sense of security washing over her. Adriano guided her back to the waiting car. Adriano promised to himself that he is going to drag Emilia back their house and they will again live the life they used to live. It is going to be difficult, knowing that Emilia has now regained her memory and will act like a rebel again but Adriano knows he has power to control her and put her in place.

Yet, here she was, drawn back by a cryptic letter from an unknown sender. Emilia is a vibrant 23-year-old with an infectious zest for life. She stands at an average height of 5'6" with a slender, athletic build that spoke to her active lifestyle. Her warm, olive-toned skin glowed with health, complemented by her deep brown eyes that radiated warmth and intelligence. Emilia's long, dark hair cascaded in soft waves down her back, often tucked behind her ears to reveal a pair of simple, elegant earrings. Her style is a mix of casual chic and bohemian flair, often seen in flowy dresses or well-fitted jeans paired with colorful, patterned tops. Emilia’s smile is her most striking feature, lightin

Morgan, it might be her sister. Emma and Alex tracked Lila to a small art gallery in Portland. They approached her cautiously, explaining the situation in hushed tones. Lila was skeptical at first, her arms crossed defensively, but as Emma spoke about the danger to her family and the horrors hidden within The Collective, something shifted in Lila’s eyes. "I haven’t spoken to Eliza in years," Lila admitted, her voice soft. "But if she’s mixed up in this, I’ll help you. Just… promise me you’ll keep her safe."

I had paid him well in advance to make sure the video played all the way through. One by one, the photos appeared on screen. Every single one showed Jasper and Fiona living it up abroad. Then, the final few slides hit. They were hospital consent forms for emergency surgery and an amniotic fluid embolism report, and on every document, the signature line for next of kin was blank. The last image was a photo of me, drenched in blood, lying on a stretcher as I was rushed into emergency surgery. The montage ended with a written statement that was over a thousand words long. It was my full account of every trip, every hotel booking, every time Jasper had snuck off with Fiona behind my back over th

“That is not taxonomically relevant.” Lucian looked toward Celeste. “This is your influence.” “They have your DNA.” Helena became still. The room felt it. Emilia looked at her. Helena looked back. They shared Lucian’s eyes. Not exactly. Close enough. Emilia approached without fear. “You’re Helena.” “Yes.” “I’m Emilia.” “I know.” “Because of Eidolon?” “Because your photograph was on the table.” Emilia looked at the framed family photograph. “Oh.” She considered.

He asked what Joss wanted from Emilia now that the door was open. Joss looked at him with polite surprise, as though a piece of furniture had spoken. She said that the door could be closed or it could be held open forever, and that whoever controlled the one who had opened it would control what came through. She said she was offering Emilia a place beside her in the new world, and that all Emilia had to do was walk across the ledge and take her hand. Emilia looked at the hand that had once braided her hair, and she almost laughed. She told Joss that she would rather feed herself to the Hollows, and Joss sighed as if that were the answer she had expected and the only one she had prepared for.

she said smoothly, “I’m the woman who taught him how to play this game… before he thought it could be won.” She glanced around the stripped-down corridor, once gleaming with hidden doors and sins. “You’ve changed the wallpaper. But I’d recognize the bones anywhere.” Dorian took a slow step forward. “Why are you here, Emilia?” “Because you’re doing something dangerous. Redeeming a devil’s castle.” She leaned against the wall like she belonged. “You might not like who it draws out of the dark.” Isolde folded her arms. “What do you want?” Emilia’s gaze lingered on her. “Truthfully?” She smiled then, faint, feline. “To offer you both something valuable. Before someone else does.”