Fire Emblem Dorothea Novels & Stories

Princess Dorothy, who had been watching the entire time, bit her lip as unease filled her heart. She knew that Jade Immortal and Lute were powerful. Yet, there were only the two of them. How would they go against Archfiend Antigonus, the twelve Fiend Martyrs, and the 20,000 fiend warriors? The thought filled Princess Dorothy with an urge to rush forward. However, she had no fairy soul, and so, she could only stand and watch with increasing panic. "Young lady." Lute called out to Princess Dorothy amid taking down fiend warriors. "Stand back and keep the Emerald Sky Pearl safe."

She popped the last bite of bun into her mouth, chewing slowly, as Luna Zyrah simmered with anger, her lips pressed into a thin line. Just then, the door opened again, and Dorothea walked in carrying a dainty tray of Ember’s green tea. “Dorothea, how are you feeling?” Ember asked, her tone softening. Dorothea set the china cup beside Ember, pouring carefully. “I’m better, Luna. And I’m sorry, please forgive my outburst, it’s the stress. I didn’t mean to alarm you. I just worry about you.” “It’s alright,” Ember said with a smile. “As long as you can try not to repeat it again.” The tea burned on the way down but in a soothing way. The morning was cold.

In an instant, more and more people sided with her and shouted, “Kill! Kill him! Kill him!” Dorothy and Esmeralda were standing in front of Alex to protect him. As for Saria, both her arms were broken from the explosion, and her body was severely injured. She was still recovering herself with divine power. “Kill!” “D*mn it! These fools don’t even know they are being used!” Exasperated, Dorothy activated a series of ultimate moves. However, there were too many of them. She simply wouldn't last. It was then that a ray of green light rushed out of Alex’s body. It was Neela.

asked Tian Sen, seeing a figure of blue fire standing not far from where he was. “Me? I am you, and you are me! Wake up, oh my self, reclaim what is yours and achieve what you wish to achieve. Don’t let this small world stand in the way of your achievements!” Tian Sen truly didn’t understand what the blue flame in front of him meant. Just as he was still pondering the blue flame’s words, the blue flame suddenly turned into an ordinary flame. Then the ordinary flame shot rapidly toward Tian Sen’s forehead, terrifying the young man to the point of near-death. He thought his body would be consumed by the flame, but upon checking again, his body was still perfectly safe. Who would have thought t

EMBER Nara yanked me behind a tall rack of shields just as the heavy doors groaned open. Kairos strode into the arsenal, his posture relaxed. Dora stood tall, the spear still in hand, her expression blank. “Lady Dora,” Kairos said, a charming smile curving his lips. “I didn’t expect to find you here. Looking for something… or someone?” Dora’s grip tightened on the spear. “Just checking inventory, Zeta. Nothing that concerns you.”

The moment Mateo turned, he saw Ava drowning. Without hesitation, he plunged into the water. He didn't even kick off his shoes, just launched himself towards the water. The splash echoed across the pool area. Beneath the surface, the chlorine stung his eyes, but he didn't care. He had to save her. Her black dress billowed around her like a ghostly shroud, her limbs tangled in the pool's underwater lights. He grabbed her wrist, the skin shockingly cold. With a surge of adrenaline, he pulled her upwards, breaking the surface.

I said and let go of her. “Your whole family is downstairs,” she said and looked deep into my eyes. She watched me as I got dressed and raised her eyebrows when I slid two Jericho’s into the shoulder holsters and zipped my jacket up halfway. I took her hand and we headed down the stairs. I heard their voices, familiar voices, as we neared the last stair. We stepped into the open-plan room and every head turned to look at me. “It’s the eyes,” a woman said. Jessica Sinclair. Five foot four inches. One hundred and sixty-four pounds. Dark brown hair. Golden brown eyes. Belongs to Malachi. Witch.

She strode forward like a storm, blasting the last two into trees with twin bursts of heat. Silence fell. Only the panting of warriors remained. Luka dropped to one knee, pressing a hand to his side. Darius walked over, breathing hard. “We good?” he asked. “Alive,” Luka muttered. “For now.” Selene turned to Theoden—now human again, his chest rising with each breath, his hands still wrapped in fire. She stepped toward him, laying her hand on his heart. “Still beating?” she asked gently. “Always,” he whispered.

A fireless hearth in the center, cold, dark, and ceremonial. And all of them watching me as I walked in. Kael, Riven, and Thorne were not allowed inside. This was my trial. Elder Darius was the first to speak. His voice echoed with gravel and age. “Do you know why you’ve been called?” “I remember,” I said. “Then say it.” I stepped to the center of the circle. “My name is Elouria. I was the First Flame. The one who wrote the prophecy. The one who sealed the Gate before any of you were born.”

he informed them happily, “she says that she has had her fill of running. She has made up her mind, and, leaving former things, she has decided to fight alongside us.” Dorcus nodded. “That’s good,” she stated softly. Eliezer looked on her with interest. “Yes, it is, isn’t it?” Dorcus nodded again in agreement. “Yes, very good.” “I have instructed her to remain with Adrien, Justice, and Alexander,” he told them. “No sense in her following us into High Palace. Her presence will be greater on the field, and she’ll be safer there, as well... certainly more so than she would be with us. We three are Zephyr’s execration. We call his sins to remembrance, that he should know there is a recompense fo