Felix Fire Emblem Novels & Stories

I knew that was a silly question because I had seen with my own eyes that it had changed form, but I just didn't expect it. "Titans are magical beasts who can shift into a semi-human form." Elijah suddenly promised me that I felt a little shame—no, a big shame. "Oh, I see," I responded shyly and kept quiet. Step back, I will now summon the relic. Faris said that's why we retreated. He just stood there in the middle of the lava, regardless of the heat. I noticed that he was suddenly surrounded by golden dust, just like the tree in my room. Wyst'ria, the benevolent land of the gods. The fireth within thee, raging and untamed. From the power within my soul, I hereby summon the relic of fireth.

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flashback Kayla made it to this handsome stranger and his dog before I did, but he thankfully held on to her before she could touch the animal. “Woah, princess, you don't just touch any dog like that, okay? It can hurt you.” He explained, tone gentle. “But I wanna touch it.” Kayla pressed stubbornly, her mouth taking on that cute pout most people found hard to say no to.

Sorin said as his lips threatened to break open into another grin. "Sheesh you don't even know how useful this weapon you uncultured swine.! Just ask Eugene he will tell you just how useful this weapon is!" Eira huffs out defiantly. "Who?? Who is this E-Eugen??" Sorin asks confused. "Not Eugen it's Eugene, you know the dashing bandit who's nose always ends up getting skewered on the wanted posters?" Eira says as she looked at him if he understood. Sorin still looked confused.

I walked towards him as he is seated majestically on his golden throne with his wizard Harrod standing next to him. Harrod makes all kinds of medicines and black magic for father. "Father, you sent for me." I say with a small bow. "Yes." He replies. "What is it father?." I asked politely. He faced Harrod and gestures at him to speak up. Harrod turned to me and bowed. " My prince, i'm afraid there's no cure for the king's deformed hand in this kingdom." He says. I glanced at father's left deformed arm and sighed. He always uses a golden glove to hide it.

Gold would do to this, Gold wouldn't do that, Gold doesn't like this, Gold likes that. They kill a part of him even before he has the chance to try it. "But just like a phoenix, I am reborn again..." He rises from the ashes. The exact same thing people burn is where he'll come back. This time, stronger and better. This time, he rejects to care about what they think will suit him. This is his life. Another symbolism of fire is judgment. "I love my fans, I really do." He didn't prepare a speech. He's just speaking things that enter his mind. It doesn't have an order.

Felix paused, taking a deep breath, “A lot of things have happened, and your brain is stressed; you're just hallucinating.” I shook my head like he could see me, “But — I know what I saw… I…” “Shhhhhhhhhhh,” Felix hushed. “You didn't see anything, close your eyes and have a good night's rest, I'll send some bodyguards by morning. Sleep well… I love you.” The call ended, and for a moment, I started to wonder if I had really hallucinated. *** 🦋 *** 🦋 FELIX 🦋

- I… But Felix didn’t have time to finish. A sharp blade whizzed past his head. The young man turned around, dodging another attack at the last moment. Jumping back, Felix stared at his armor - the wonderful gift was almost weightless and did not hinder movement. It seems that the armor made him faster, more agile and stronger, which Tristan managed to feel on himself. The paladin glared at his attacker. The sight of William left Felix speechless. The man recoiled, moving away from the black blade. The brunette's flaming eyes evoked both fear and admiration. Hellfire illuminated William from behind, outlining the young man’s outline with yellow highlights. Strands of hair flew up on currents

His arm stayed around my waist, firm and familiar, and I could feel his body pressing into mine like it belonged there. That grin alone was enough to make my brain melt as it was the same one from last night when he made me forget who I was. The power had shifted, and now he was the one playing with fire while I stood there burning. I should’ve known better than to start anything with someone as dangerous as Nico. He wasn’t stable. He wasn’t safe. And now I’d poked the devil, and the devil was having fun. The panic was there, real and loud, but so was the heat. And he could feel it. He could feel how much I still wanted him, and he was getting high off it.

Felix is in jeans and a midnight green v-neck sweater, which perfectly matches the rims of his hazel eyes. Eyes which right now are frozen in the space between my collarbone and my chest, just above my right breast. The floral print romper I'm wearing is pretty low-cut compared to what I'd usually wear. I expected my parents to have something to say about that, but they seem to have been too busy cooking to notice. Let's hope it stays that way. The extra inch of skin on show has caught Felix's attention, but not for the reason one would expect. His gaze is fiery and intense, yet strangely distant, and I know that somehow, he's staring at one of my ghost scars.