Fire Emblem Dorothea Novels & Stories

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.

The fire roared like a dragon uncaged. Flames shot skyward as the Temple of Ash and Flame was engulfed, its ancient walls crumbling under the pressure of the explosion. The heat struck like a wave, searing skin and drying breath. Kael threw his body over Aria, shielding her as embers rained down. “Elira!” Zareth’s voice cracked as smoke rose around them. “What have you done?” The woman laughed—high, sharp, and echoing with madness. She stood untouched by the inferno behind her, cloaked in gray and shadow, her violet eyes shining with cruel delight.

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

His eyes slightly widened in surprise but he soon broke into an evil grin. Just before the flames could touch him, Vanora's flames extinguished completely without a trace. A split second later, flames of the same colour build up and grew stronger around his right hand. By now, he was less than a metre away from Vanora. Vanora tried as she might but could not longer sense any way out nor summon any flame. Her guts were telling her that it would be a death for a death exchange at best. However, that was not Vanora wanted. She needed to survive. A look of hopelessness flashed across her face as she stumbled back while he swung his fiery fist towards her torso. The moment before his fist made co

Saavi had put her full body weight on Dhruv who held her like he was protecting her. "Dhruv," Saavi called him running her index finger on his bicep. "Yes, love." "Why do you call me Ember To My Flame?" she asked remembering when she was about to commit suicide Dhruv stopped her and confessed Saavi was The Ember to his Flame. "Interesting Question, love." Dhruv smiled before asking, "Do you know what Ember is?" Saavi raised her head from his chest and nodded vigorously. She answered her husband as she said, "Yes, a piece of wood or coal that is not burning, but is still red and hot after a fire has died."

Then came the fury of the Dragon King as the door glowed blood red, flames licking under the door in fury as Ragnar came completely undone. "Give me my mate!" Bellowed Ragnar's dragon as the ground underneath the door began to heat up through the onslaught of Dragonfire. The building's foundations began to shake as they protested against the assault they were under, and Matilda began to chant, furiously moving her hands about.

She couldn’t remember much more after that. “Yes, it’s me. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have taken you out and let you fall off the mountain. Dora please, Forgive me.” Doflamingo walked over to her, love pouring out of his eyes as he regarded her. “Did I fall off a mountain?” Dora asked, touching her painful head. “You did. I’m sorry but it was all so sudden. You slipped and I couldn’t catch you in time. I could only watch you fall. I’m so sorry, please forgive me.” Doflamingo said as he reached out and grabbed Dora’s hand with gentleness.