Fire Emblem Dance Novels & Stories

he smiled at her as he slowly moved his feet for them to start dancing. Emerald heart was racing too fast to see how closed she was with Blake. She didn't know what they were doing but it was as if her body knew it already. Her body followed every each of his steps, and they romantically dance in between the music. Blake was happy when Emerald was perfectly following him, like she already knew how to dance. He stared at her gorgeous green eyes and he knew Emerald has something he couldn't even explain. "Who are you, Emerald?" his mind whispered trying to think if it was fate that brought her to him.

she said as they sat back down on the chairs. “And who’s your type of guy?” Christopher asked curiously. He raised his eyebrows, awaiting an answer. “Well, I like...” “What are you guys doing here? Come on, let’s dance!” Daisy said, pulling them both back to the dance floor. They put on soft country music. Christopher put his hand on Palmer’s waist while the other hand took hers. They swayed, not taking their eyes off each other. Palmer put her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her while the music played, making them enjoy every second.

This is my wedding afterall. Their dance steps are so fluid as if they practiced their choreography over a thousand times before my wedding. Flames dance around their feet, sometimes licking up their arms but never burning them. The spectacle is breathtaking. I feel like I am watching swimming bodies and they dance so beautifully. At some point, a few of them begin exhibiting acrobatic performances. They leap, spin, and tumble in different styles. “They are The Aekái. Dancers trained from birth," Azraelyrs says, noticing my attention that is completely drawn to them. His voice is so close to my ear and I turn slightly.

The lake suddenly blasted an enormous splash as the Emperor charged to her, aiming the sharp point of his long spear. Larice’s muscles twitched as she never expected him to be this fast, but she managed to jump to the side to dodge. The Emperor twisted his body in turn and used his arms to give a heavy swing of his lance. Larice stood on her ground, blocked the spear with her rapier, but the powerful impact shoved her backward, sliding on the marbled floor. Her arms became numb from the aftereffect. She almost forgot she’s dealing with a legendary empyreal weapon. She needed to exert harder to keep up with its devastating blows. The Emperor played with his lance, spinning it around with both

Like none of the chaos from the past several days existed. Eventually Raiden stood and extended his hand toward me. “Dance with me, Beautiful.” A smile softened my face. I slipped my hand into his. He led me onto the makeshift dance floor near the center of the garden. A slow song floated through the speakers as his arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me close. We moved slowly together. His eyes never left mine. “So, Bright Eyes.” A grin tugged at his lips. “Tell me how you got him into that clown costume.”

"Fiachra, a beauty that had graced the land of Hymir. Dancing under the glow of the moon, A mighty sword at hand, Ravens following her every grace. Mesmerizing the world with her might and bravery, A beauty that could overturn a war, A warrior that rides with the ravens, Fearlessly conquering the enemies. Guide Hymir with your comrades that soar the skies, Hymir your beloved land will forever prosper under your watch." In the silence of the night, a mellow and sweet voice of a young woman singing the folklore of Fiachra could be heard. Dancing with pure grace and elegance. Her long raven hair sways with the flow of the wind, in her every turn and every note she sings could easily mesmerize s

My heart keeps flipping in my chest at how emotional and beautiful everything is. The afternoon passes fast as we eat, make fun games and pass our time smoking cigars. “If I could have your attention please,” I say, wanting to announce the father-daughter dance. “If I can ask Grampa Franco and Amber to gather on the dance floor because it’s time for the first dance.” Franco Di Mattei gets up with a broad smile, holding his hand out to his granddaughter to take. Amber walks toward him with fast steps. With the help of Jenna, she clicks the train of her mermaid dress into her glittery bracelet.

"I’m Victoria Dean. I apologize for meeting you all under these circumstances. “But as a dancer, I want to show you that the most powerful performances don’t need elaborate embellishments. This dance has a real name. It’s called, the Unyielding Rose in the Rain.” I slipped off my coat, revealing a tattered red gown beneath it, and the white bandage wrapped around my ankle. "A rose blooming in the rain, who could ever bend its beauty?" Rising onto the tips of my toes, I leaped into the rain, the night sky embracing me like a vast, open stage.

It was one thing to hit the nose, and another to hit the rear, where the majority of fighter systems were installed. More than that amount of time, she noticed that ze also fell into a pattern, almost like a song. Certain moves lasted exact moments, but switched up for different moves that lasted different lengths. It dawned on Eva that Lucifer was dancing, and it had an air of familiarity about it. It was a deadly and violent and beautiful dance, much like the kind she herself learned about and developed. So, she instinctively fell into the pattern as well and danced along with hir in the lead.

I reached out to wrap my arm around her, to pull her in for a hug—when the sound of music nearby caught both our attention. “Is that music?” I muttered as she pulled away, my eyes darting around for the source, spotting a crowd forming nearby. “It’s the Midnight Flame Dance,” she replied quietly. “It’s a special part of the festival. Like a tradition—for bonding, or healing, or something like that.” Her voice held softness, a kind of wonder, as she watched the glowing lanterns being lifted into the sky, their orange light casting a warm hue across the crowd. People began pairing up as the music slowly rose with a low, emotional rhythm that somehow matched the flickering flames.