Emilia Re Zero Novels & Stories

"Who the hell are you?" Elodie’s voice rasped, her hand clutching the jagged edge of a control console. Smoke bit at her throat. The woman standing across the burning bridge of the Air-Fortress didn't flinch. She adjusted her stance, a mirror image of Elodie’s own posture. "I’m the version of you that didn't get weak, Elodie. I’m the one they perfected." "Subject Zero," Elodie spat. She wiped a smudge of soot from her cheek. The movement was mirrored perfectly by the thing wearing her face.

Emilia combined her forces with the shadow demons and the ice demons that turned against the so called ice queen, someone she respected before until she fought lately, apparently, the ice queen had given up the demons’ way which turned her into the weakling she met in the humans’ castle, her weakness and the way she kept on defending the human king as if she loved him were enough to swipe away every bit of respect she had for her, and understood why her people turned against her, and with those traitors and the ones from the shadow lands, she created the passage between the human lands and the fire lands, it was the same way her mother used to meet her human lover, and inside, Emilia decided

Jack, in the same shocked, hoarse voice, said: “Greetings to you, the she-wolf of the Ruling Southern Clan, the daughter of the leader Gabriel, the heiress of the Southern lands, Princess Emilia. The she-wolf growled again, looked around the entire Great Hall, or as Mike and Jer called it - ritual, and the wolves in it - no one got up and did not dare to raise their heads. "Who is Jack talking to?" a thought flashed through Emily's head. "Who is this Emilia? Where is she? And why is everyone on their knees?" and then it dawned on her. Emilia, princess, is there something? What kind of nonsense is he talking about? The girl tried to answer the leader, but instead of words there was a roar. "Y

Ken bumped his fist with Zack and went to his team members, and so did Zack. Ken introduced himself "I'm Ken from the Rodriguez clan but I've never used my powers before two days that's a long story...so I'll need your help, but I'll try my best to not slow down you guys..." "I'm Emilia, not from a flashy clan like you but I have skills in Lighting elements and I'm a healer too...my family has close relationships with some clan Crawford's members so they recommended me to take this examination, I'll help but don't you dare to order me around" Emilia a proud girl with long hair and fair complexion, introduced herself.

he chuckled sending waves through my whole system- making me let out another moan. “Can you just be a little faster?” I complained, earning another set of vibration through my body when he just replied with a small laugh. I fist his hair and guide it to my face. I used my other palm to slightly slap his face while looking at his deep onyx eyes. I felt like it is a black hole, sucking every life I have. Emilia, you are facing, Cairo! Why don’t you run for your life while your still not part of his game!

He pressed me against the bathroom wall, his lips finding mine in a deep, passionate kiss. I could feel him, hot and hard, against me. I moaned, rocking my hips in time with his, desperate for friction. He groaned, his hands tightening on my thighs, and I knew he shared my desire. "Please," I begged again, my voice shaky. “Em… Emilia." A voice cut through the haze. Distant but unmistakable. I froze, the passion-filled bubble paused as reality intruded. Who was that? It wasn’t Mary… no, that voice was too deep.

"It's not a dream, Max. Everything is real. I... Fuck, touch... Why don't you... You're so dead. Emilia will kill you both" *****************************************

“You drive me to it.” The room had gone silent around us, my men watching the reunion with a mix of shock and awe. Allesio cleared his throat, breaking the spell. “Boss, we should debrief her. Find out what she knows about Cruz’s setup.” Emilia tensed in my arms, and I immediately turned to glare at Allesio. “She just got here. She needs rest.” “I’m fine,” Emilia said, surprising me. She straightened, pulling out of my embrace. Her gaze hardened as she looked at the men around the room. “But I’ll tell you everything I know on one condition.”

I wonder what mental facility Emilia was shoved in to believe that guy was someone who could treat her right. She deserves so much better than whatever comes with Zane. Footsteps approach, light and familiar. I don’t even turn when she steps up beside me — I knew she would. Emilia leans against the rail, the night breeze teasing strands of curly hair across her face. She smells like tequila and citrus and something warmer, something uniquely her. I don’t speak. Neither does she. She shifts beside me, like she’s searching for the right words. But I don’t want to hear anything about how she can’t move on from him or how the body shots messed with her head so I beat her to it. “Had fun?”

The cold metal sent a shiver up her arm. For a long moment, she just stared at it. The weight of what she was about to do hung heavy. She wasn’t stupid, she knew what Lucien would do if he found out. But she needed to know. She needed to understand what storm was coming. With a steady breath, Emilia powered it on. The faint hum of life filled the silence. She scrolled to the only contact saved under a single initial V. And then she pressed call. It rang once. Twice.