Fire Emblem Eagler Novels & Stories

Two different arrows collided, erupting with a monstrous noise. The surrounding air was torn apart. There was scurrying turbulence in the pitch-black space, which temporarily blocked the Golden Eagle's attack a little. "Go!" Alex tapped the Immortal Bird, hurrying it up so it would go. This time the Immortal Bird did not hesitate and flapped its bone wings like crazy. The boney wings were wrapped with true essence, causing the bone patterns to be in rhythm, forming a kind of invisible energy wing that caught a large area of air.

On the contrary, it exuded a certain regal pride, its head held high, with a touch of familiarity that tugged at his memory. “Elian’s eagle?” Leon muttered, his breath catching as recognition dawned. The memories flooded back in an instant. Elian’s messenger pet was none other than this majestic golden eagle, while Iris’s was a calm, sharp-eyed owl—each a perfect reflection of their master’s essence. Elian: cold, swift, and relentless. Iris: wise and composed, always watching from the shadows. Sure enough, the eagle’s talons clutched a letter, its edges slightly creased but sealed with Elian’s unmistakable emblem.

He was shocked. He saw two big eagles, spreading their wings that were over five feet long. Its feathers were snow white and silver in color. A pair of eagle eyes were shining brightly like the stars, looking extremely smart and extraordinary. The two big eagles looked similar to the Snow Eagle that Darryl had in the World Universe. Its aura, however, was completely different! Darryl could not help but take a cold breath when he felt the power of the two big eagles. They were level five Martial Emperors!

“But we sealed the only crypt in Bellford.” Dr. Harcourt smiled thinly. “The Ember Circle was never confined to one locale. These cells awaited the one who could rekindle the true flame and it seems they think it is you.” He handed them a small metal talisman stamped with the entwined sun and moon symbol. “Bear this. It may grant passage or draw unwanted attention.” Alexander studied the talisman. “If they mean to bind us to their old oaths” “—we refuse,” Isabelle finished, voice steady. “But we cannot ignore this.” She folded the fragments carefully. “Prepare for a journey. We depart at dawn.”

I looked down and his brother was indeed in water and was looking at us with an evil smirk on his face. "Ramaz is powerful, fire can't hurt him." He said. I looked down and stared at him shockingly. He was indeed powerful, which also meant fire could not hurt Raiden as well. "Are you both immortal?" I asked. He didn't say a thing and stared at the sky. "Yes! We are both immortal, if I had marked Emma before she had died, she would also have become immortal." He explained to me. Kora flew over a high mountain and suddenly landed.

I snort and laugh, "thank you, just found then answer I was looking for." "Who the fu..." Before he can finish, I step toe-to-toe with him with a smile, "Alpha Emerald, Beta Emerald, and Future Warrior Pack Leader of Silver Moon Emerald. Now Jacoby and Liam, if you want Alpha Archie to respect you, open your damn mouth and give your opinions. There is a way of doing it respectfully without pissing him off. Not difficult. Now Jacoby tell your Alpha over there what Bradley's deal is with Connor?"

My heartbeat begins to quicken and before I can stop it I’m eight years old again. One thing that I have always found very weird is that when I have these flashback, I don’t feel the pain that I must have endured. I have these little clips in time but not the memory of the pain. Instead, I feel the emotions that I felt the terror and sorrow that I was in. I felt happy at first. It was a boring day at home. I was playing in my room shaving the hair off of my barbies and designing new outfits for them out of some of my old clothes. I had always been an odd duck and never much of a girl. I liked playing in the mud and playing sports. One this particular day I was still in my pajamas because nob

I didn’t know why but I became motionless and was once again, getting lost in his eyes. “Go!!” He snapped. In annoyance, he began to walk towards me. “Go, Emily. I don’t want you to get hurt.” “A-are you…?” I tried to ask as tears stung my eyes. “Are you my Adam? Please tell me you aren’t my Adam.” He fell silent and I could see the hurt and shame in his eyes. His lips parted to say something but before he could utter a word, the shrilling sound of an arrow broke the silence.

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

I realised after a moment that they were actually fighting; their movements were so fluid, so beautiful, that they looked choreographed. Samyak grinned. “You’d think so, right? But no – see, the Eagles are so named because birds can flit around, fly from place to place, manoeuvre quickly in the air; they can also watch over everyone else below them, get a bird’s eye view of the situation. See it all from a perspective that lets them evaluate without being involved in the action – like the young, ungrouped wolves. They're aligned with spirit because it is, in the end, their spirit that chooses their tribe.”