Fire Emblem: Awakening Art Novels & Stories

“I have never seen your magic, Eli, and I look forward to witnessing you in battle.” A quick breath escaped Eli’s nose. “You won’t be disappointed. In fact, I will be the one to carry and protect you, Your Highness.” Arth watched as Elicantris raised one hand into the air and called, “Awaken.” White light flashed above her hand, hurting Arth’s eyes that he had to cover them. When the light slowly faded, he uncovered her eyes, only to see an ancient golden book; flaring in white flames. Elicantris smiled, her face shone by the glowing light. “Surprised, Your Highness? I bet you’ve never seen an Ascension Summoning before …”

"A pattern is always present. Keep an eye out for any markings, symbols, or anything unusual. I saw a few carvings on the walls that matched the symbols on my pendant after we looked around the chamber. I beckoned, indicating the carvings. Kane nodded and joined me. The pendant. Try clicking this button. The symbols started to shine when I held the pendant against the wall. The ground trembled and the ball atop the pedestal pulsed with light. Chaos broke out back in Silverbow territory in the meantime. With their warriors swarming into the area like a storm, the Bloodfang Pack had launched an unexpected attack. Wolves battled, their jaws and claws tearing into flesh as the air was filled wit

Elira passed each emblem slowly: a spiral sun, a mountain made of hands, a sleeping bird curled beneath a branch. Outside one shelter, a young boy offered her a token made of stacked clay disks. “For when you’re away.” Caelan knelt beside the child. “What’s it called?” “Anchor,” the boy said. Elira closed her fingers around it. They did not vow to remain forever. But they did vow to come back. --- 5:17 PM — Sector H, Elevation Bloom Arch The blooms above opened in the late sun. Petal structures, biodesigned, aligned with warmth rather than time. Some faced toward music. Others followed body heat.

“Very well. But first, I should know if I will be entertained enough to give you this chance, Haruna.” HE means the opposite. Foreshadowing the plan that HE had all this time and by which Haruna knew and more than. “You have my word, Supreme One.” “Very well, very well indeed.” HIS satisfied tone and answer. Smiling in a sinister way then snaps HIS finger, granting her, her wish. With the pentagram that only HE can make, in a split seconds Haruna’s images changes. All back to what she used and originally look like. “A mix of lavender and ember color of the flame. Your eyes that resembles the dawn with the flicker of the night. You can only hold on to that image and face for a day, nothing mo

"I don't really care about mates and stuff. But, I am interested in you. So, I will get you. Regardless of whether you are the mate of that bastard or not." Suddenly, a green light burst out of his body. The green light was the same as light emitted from the evil god. He raised his arm up and the Emoresi Warriors started to attack the Talascar Warriors. They were very vicious and started to attack with the intention of killing the other parties. Soon, the Emoresi warriors started to be injured. 'This is what I saw in my vision,’ I thought to myself. ‘If I did not send those humans away, these bastards would be killing humans first.'

Barry has his own house in th county, and he only visited them once a week. "Once I tell you the truth, you have to embrace the reality, and there is no going back from it. Happy life done, normal life out of thee picture." Barry announced. Ethan was not listening because he found a book that caught his attention. It was another list, but about their lineage anymore. There are drawings in every pages, pictures of creatures that he only have seen in his worst nightmares during his childhood. But, the book seems to suggest that all those monsters exists in reality.

The ember floated toward her chest and sank into her skin. --- The Reawakening The world burst into color. Kaela gasped as warmth flooded her veins, her heartbeat syncing with the Flow. The ground beneath her feet shimmered, and for a moment, she could see it — the invisible threads connecting every life, every spark, every act of love and pain. The Flow was alive. And it was waking through her. Visions filled her mind: Lyra’s laughter in the dawn, Kaenor’s hands shaping the first fire,

Chapter 44 ((Flashback)) Alex sighed, he was in Aromascapes, tired out of his mind. He was combining pack duties, physical pain and college at once. He didn't think it through before he implemented the plan. The reason he couldn't just complain was that he actually enjoyed school. He didn't know that he had the slightest inclination towards anything in the arts, but as Alex stepped into the school's biggest art gallery, a sense of intrigue enveloped him. The hushed atmosphere allowed him to escape from the outside world and immerse himself in a realm of creativity. The vibrant colors, intricate details, and thought-provoking compositions roused his emotions, evoking a beautiful sense of conn

Rivers wound through the terrain, depicted in swirling blues that sparkled with silver highlights, hinting at the pristine waters that flowed through the hallowed ground. What truly set it apart, however, were the symbols dotting the landscape—tiny flames flickered in the places of significance, glowing softly on the map, signifying the warmth and power of Ember Hallow itself. The edges of the map were bordered with elaborate motifs of intertwining vines and flames, making it appear as if the very essence of the place was trying to escape the confines of the parchment. Yes, I did know when I saw it. As I stepped closer, I could feel a strange energy emanating from it, as though the map was w

I sat back, staring at her in absolute, unadulterated admiration. She was bruised, she was bleeding from wounds that ran years deep, but she was entirely unbroken. Her defiance wasn't just survival, it was a force of nature. She was a phoenix standing in the middle of her own ashes, ready to set the world on fire. Without a word, I leaned forward, closing the distance between us. I reached out, my broad, warm hand gently cupping the side of her face, my thumb wiping away the remaining moisture on her cheek.