Fire Emblem Awakening Lon'qu Novels & Stories

I was at the top of the castle, with the largest view covering the whole borders of the Star Raiders pack and beyond. “Welcome Alpha!”Trevor welcomed me, already there. “Here!” Trevor handed me a device. ‘Wolf Eyes’ A device that can see objects even thousands of miles away. I grabbed and wore it across my face. There he was! Valari, riding his horse, far beyond the packs boundaries. The Wolf Eyes could cover even only so far, but now we had a reason to be bring him in for questioning. I pulled it off, turned ready to leave. “Bring him in for questioning tommorow!” I said to Trevor, my voice heavy.

As the recently chosen Protector, I knew I had to show power and unity, even though I had doubts inside. Just as I was about to call the meeting to order, Asher's team returned. They are half-carried, half-dragged a wild-eyed werewolf between them. “We caught him near the border,” Asher reported. “He keeps babbling about something called 'the awakening.'” The captured werewolf's eyes rolled wildly, focusing on nothing. “It comes,” he muttered, his voice raspy and strained. “The awakening… the old powers… returning…” Then he collapsed, unconscious.

Tears of quiet joy slipped free as his fist clutched my tunic, the world fading to this singular, perfect sanctuary. But as midnight’s veil deepened and the sanctuary fell into watchful silence, something shifted. Leo stirred in his slumber, a soft whimper escaping. Then, faint at first, like starlight threading through mist, his small body began to glow. A subtle, impossible luminescence emanated from his skin, pulsing with pure Moonstone energy: ethereal blues and silvers dancing in intricate patterns that mirrored ancient royal runes. It wasn’t the usual pup’s aura; this was something deeper, volatile, as if the sanctuary’s ancient magic had ignited within his veins, responding to an unse

I didn't scream it loud enough, but the wind came with a strong echo that other packs who weren't in the war could hear. His eyes scanning and narrowing, Logan's eyes met mine. “Ava..” He murmured. A smirk tugged at my lips as I stared at them. Coming out from the shadows, her aura seemed to be noticed by the packs, Selene emerged, her daggers swaying idly as she stood by my left. Her face static as her eyes blazed a burning yellow, releasing the Luna in her. Emerging behind the Dark Moon warriors who didn't seem to have noticed was Emelia. Her sword clutched tightly in her hands as she took her place next to Selene, her face emotionless. Only her eyes burned with rage, a glister of blue eye

As I approached, a figure emerged from the shadows—a towering guardian with eyes like molten gold. "I am Eryndor, Guardian of the Relic," the figure intoned, his voice resonating through the clearing. "Who dares to possess the Amulet of Fenrir?" I stepped forward, my heart pounding. "I am Emily Hawthorne, and I seek to use the amulet to protect Silverwood Falls and its people." Eryndor's gaze bore into me, his expression inscrutable. "To wield the power of the amulet, you must prove your worth. Face your deepest fears and confront the shadows within your soul. Only then will you be deemed worthy."

Her breathing had become uneven beneath the pressure building through the bond, and I could feel the confusion tearing through her almost as sharply as if it were my own. Lucien stepped toward her slowly. Carefully. Like approaching something dangerous. “The throne is responding directly to your blood,” he said. Liora looked at him sharply. “I don’t know what that means.” “It means,” Elias interrupted grimly, “the awakening has already begun.” Another tremor shook the mountain hard enough to throw several warriors off balance. The guardian rose again. Of course it did. Its pale eyes locked onto Liora immediately, rage replacing fear now as the glowing marks beneath its skin pulsed violently

The guards closed in. Lara’s power surged in response. Her eyes flashed brilliant silver, and she grabbed the first guard, hurling him aside with terrifying strength. But I saw the terrible cost immediately—blood trickled from her nose, and her left arm trembled violently. The silver in her aura flickered under the strain.

As he said that, the halberd in Wilbur's hand ignited as it slashed down at Loja. Loja's eyes glinted as golden runes appeared around his body, blocking that attack. The halberd was sent back, and the runes stopped as well. At that moment, Loja seemed to have awakened. He smiled at Wilbur, saying, "You've definitely surprised me. So, you're at the Emperor level too." "You awakened so quickly. Truly impressive," Wilbur said casually. Loja slowly said, "The path I walk is one of the emptiness of the heart. What makes you think that your domain can truly plunge me into despair and loneliness?"

"Sometimes an ally, sometimes more. But always there, always part of this... cycle. I couldn't remember before, but now…" "Your Phoenix awakening has begun," Lena interrupted, her tone blunt and pragmatic, "and everything is about to change." As if on cue, Ember gasped. I turned to see her staring at her hands, which had begun to glow from within, not like reflected firelight, but like embers in a dying fire, pulsing with internal heat. The light spread beneath her skin, tracing veins and arteries with golden-red luminescence. "What the…" I started, but the words died in my throat as the glow intensified.

"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