Fire Emblem Dorothea Novels & Stories

he glared at Johan. “The hell! I thought you were going to open hell again!” “A-again...” Dorin touched his temple as his head suddenly ached. “Here, let me help you with that, number 12,” Mordecai said with a big grin. “Johan, hand Dagon over.” Mordecai touched Dorin’s temples as soon as Dagon perched on his shoulder, and hoped that the young thunder mage’s memory of their past duel would finally return, before Eirian does.

he said, giving the photograph to the bouncer to pass to the man opposite him. His black eyes followed the bouncer till he reached him and he took the photograph from him, looking at it, he was surprised at what he saw but his reaction wasn’t seen on him. In the photo was a light brown haired woman with sparkling blue eyes. A full heart-shaped red lips, a natural defined pointed nose and long sexy eyelashes. He looked up at the man, “Drago Moonstone’s daughter.”

he said proudly. Boris smiled with satisfaction. But Dorothea is not. "So you agree that you intentionally invited threat and danger onto this kingdom? You disregarded their safety for your personal choices?" She accused him. Eros looked at her straight in the eyes. "Lady Dorothea, I agreed that my mate is a skipper seer. Not just a normal Skipper, she is the princess of the skipper seers. I know the Nephilim are after her. I know I have to face the Nephilim if I accept her. But, I never disregarded the safety of my people or my kingdom. I made sure everyone is safe from the Nephilim threat" he revealed.

“Ouch.. why does it hurt and where am I?“ we both gasped as Elora literally woke up that very second right on cue. Maya loosened her hold on me and rushed to Eloras side. “Nothing of that matters right now. The main thing is, are you ok?” Maya exclaimed, stroking Eloras cheek with such concern in her big wide eyes. Elora smiled and gave a slight nod whilst trying not to wince at the same time. It was not a very convincing act. Even I could see that she was in a lot of pain. “Elora, do you know who I am?” I stepped forwards and she stared at me, confused. “You are the next in line alpha of the pack. George.” She answered.

Elders are murmuring loudly, Derek and Asher look at her with confusion written all over their faces while Liana looks like she’s going to be sick. “Thea.” Ares whispers in shock. “Child, what does that mean?” Muriel thunders. I’ve found that Muriel has more bark than bite, always raising his voice to try to intimidate those he sees as beneath him. Dorothea doesn’t even flinch at his tone. “It means exactly what you think, Sir. I am the new oracle.” She replies calmly. “Dorothea! What are you saying?” Ares asks, grabbing her shoulder and shaking her lightly. “Watch the words that come out of your daughter’s mouth, General!” An elder screams.

“Are you part of his thunder?” The dragon seemed confused for a second, and then, with no warning, he opened his mouth, and fire shot out of his mouth. Nya grabbed the shield from behind her back and swiveled it around, dodging out of the way, but it was only after she moved that she realized the dragon wasn’t aiming the fire at her. Soldiers wearing Beelzanborg uniforms poured through the door as she moved. The dragon ignited several of them on fire before they could get their shields up.

They cheer and weep and call me saint and savior and bride. I stare straight ahead. The roses look like splashes of blood against the snow. At the northern gate waits a second cage-wagon, larger, drawn by eight black horses that steam and stamp. The bars are carved with runes that hurt to look at. Eldorian emissaries stand beside it (tall, pale, armor like liquid night, eyes glowing faint violet). Their skin is marked with moving runes that crawl like living tattoos. One steps forward (female, wings like fractured glass folded against her back).

Yet as I turn the final corner, I am halted by a cluster of people. A quick glance and my spine shivers—it’s her Lilith Drakenhart. As her eyes shift to me, mine drop to the floor, watching me feet as I take a wide berth, working hard to stay clear of her path.

I'm standing over her little frame while Goliath looks down into the eyes of Gem. Her body stills underneath me, taking me in. Emerald's breathing is raging; the fear and hurt in her eyes send a whimper straight out of me. Goliath nudges his nose along her cheek, trying to show affection toward her. Wanting her to see that we do care for her, that we love her. That we need her to calm down before something happens to her, to the babies.

More questions that threatened to drive me insane. When it became obvious I could not answer their questions, the High Lord of the Water Court threatened to place me in a dungeon and torture me until I gave an answer as to where his missing son was. In fact, all the High Lords wanted me in dungeons or under close observation or any sort of arrest, especially because of Dameon's statement to me about coming back for me. Did I mention the weird looks Evander kept throwing my way? He no longer had anything on me so I would not be translating any thing for him. Knowing that made me feel somewhat better as a person. That i wouldn't be made to hide things from... them. The people who treated