Fire Emblem: Awakening Recruitment Novels & Stories

The Sword of Eclipse vibrated in my hands, releasing waves of silver and black energy that rippled across the clearing. The Guardian lowered himself onto one knee before me. "The three relics have answered one another." "The path to the Fourth Relic has begun to awaken." James watched from across the clearing, his crimson eyes burning with satisfaction. "Excellent." "This is exactly what I wanted." Wesley's eyes narrowed. "You planned this." James spread his arms. "I needed someone worthy enough to awaken the Sword." He smiled directly at me. "And you never disappoint, Emilia." Anger surged through me.

His words in replayed themselves in my mind on repeat. Forever beautiful. Forever powerful. And while he did not say it, I knew I would forever be a slave to the hunger for blood. "Immortality can wait. There is vengeance to claimed. These liar and fakes, I promised them death. I must keep my word." I growled at Evan. Caring not for the eternity tomorrow but for revenge today. My creator smirked reaching into his beast pocket once more and handed me another vile filled with some kind of green liquid. "Drink this." He tossed it to me.

Because he's a wolf and he's the one killing me. A tingling sensation starts at my arm, another on my throat and spreads to my chest as it feels like my body is pulled up into a strong cradling embrace and a weight is hauled from me. Against all my expectations, my eyes flutter open as darkness starts to recede and a pair of amber eyes in a familiar face are only inches from mine, reflecting a blue glow that brings my sight down to where it's coming from. My brain so cloudy that I stare numbly, with no sense of recognition for a second. Human hands... blue healing glow on my arm and my upper chest and the armor, its laying beside me, dented and curled and slashed and yet I can't get my beari

An empty vessel with zero emotion. She was commanding the ferals, drawing them to her and treating them as beloved pets, not the creatures we were taught our whole life were vicious, bloodthirsty enemies. Some at her feet cowered for attention while others slept nearby. More arrived, and Eve welcomed them all with open arms… calling them by names, bestowing them with titles. The mountain, encased in some mystical, unearthly glow, with multiple fire-burning yet woodless lights. As though welcoming them in a ritualistic way.

Taking in the caring and lovely face of Elizabeth she blinks and runs towards open arms. Warm and soothing arms wrap around her shoulders. The reverberating sound of thunder goes quite into a silent and peaceful evening. White light from the sky makes her rosy cheeks shine. A smile turns up on the face feeling the warmth of safe haven. She closes her eyes. In reality, present Alicia's eyes are closed, reminiscing the memory. The sword of Zakira shines near her right shoulders and neck which are covered in blood.

They were emissaries. And they were wary. The eldest among them, scale still faintly shimmering beneath his skin, studied me as though weighing my worth. “You are Malrec of Emberhold,” he said evenly. “I am.” “You claim the bridge has begun to stabilize.” “It has.” His gaze shifted to the others who had gathered in the quarry — my captains, my loyalists. Then he said the words that shifted the ground beneath me. “You do not understand the state of the realm you ask us to fight for.”

He froze. “Mother,” he whispered. “You need to see this.” Ariadne strode to him with Ianthe behind her. Alessia’s heart hammered. “What is it? Another assassin?” “No,” Eryx said. “Worse.” Alessia stepped closer and her breath left her lungs. Outside, across the solar horizon, three beams of light rose into the sky. One gold. One silver. One dark violet. A heralding and a declaration. The Three Empires had activated the Summoning Pyres.

" This was the most direct thing Ashmoor had said to me. The clearest statement of what I actually was to them. A function they identified and were choosing to retain. I was aware of its meaning. I was also aware that functions were protected until they became liabilities. "The second requirement?” I asked "Nerissa Ashwood," he said. "She cannot be allowed to complete the full bloodline awakening inside Obsidian Keep's protection." "She's already begun it," I said. "What the mountain settlement gave her." "The awakening has stages," he said. "What she has done so far is little compared to what can be done. The full awakening requires something she doesn't have yet." He looked at me. "Somethi

Lucien and Kael would accompany me, while Ryker would attend as the Alpha of the Silver Mist Pack, merely accompanying a friend—or so Kael claimed. He had not been happy about it. Not even slightly. But rules were rules. Finally, Lucien glanced at the watch around his wrist. "The summit begins now." Immediately, the room fell silent making Kael straighten immediately. Ryker's expression hardened, his gaze sweeping across the area one final time. Lucien moved to my side. I felt my heartbeat steady. The power beneath my skin stirred at my call. Silver light flowed through my veins, carrying the blessing of the Moon Goddess. The six-pointed star at my collarbone glowed softly as moonlit energy

"Shift now—Ember leads." In a fluid ripple, Alya became Ember, her auburn fur gleaming under the starlight, fiery eyes blazing as she bounded forward, a low growl rumbling from her throat. Mara shifted to Storm, silver fur bristling, her snarls echoing as she flanked Ember. Lila remained human for now, her star tattoo glowing white, ready to heal, her heart pounding with terror and resolve.