Fire Emblem Engage Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I keep expecting the fire to burn me, to leave blisters like I saw on my father when he passed. “You need to get out, it’s going to collapse!” Fenian says, rushing up to me. He is also carrying two women. These are passed out, one over his shoulders and one in his arms. “I have to get Emmi!” I yell. As I run through the center, I pull my earth element, reinforcing the walls with dirt and sand, noticing that some of it is getting so hot that it’s melting into glass. “EMMI!” I yell again. I push through the fire, unable to see anything but flames and smoke. When I finally find her, she’s on the floor, sitting in a tight ball, her hands over her ears, rocking as she screams.

I clenched my jaw as I felt an irrational rush of jealousy and anger. For a half-second, so quickly I thought I imagined it, his eye flashed a breathtaking sapphire. I blinked, brow furrowed, trying to think if that really happened. If this was really happening. ‘It’s happening. And I’m scared.’ Emilia whimpered. Great, she’s been keyed up about finding our mate since my first shift. She has always been sure our mate would be kind and loving.

I'm Ember, the mistress mute daughter to the late Crescent Moon alpha. I'm being tortured by my stepbrother Leo because his mate told him she didn't like how I looked at her. “Here,” he said, tossing a small pouch of water in front of me. It landed with a dull thud, tantalizingly close yet so far from my grasp. Ignoring the excruciating pain in my muscles, I dragged myself forward on trembling arms, every inch a battle against my broken body. But before I could reach it, Benson grabbed the pouch and laughed cruelly.

"We can stay a little." "It's too cold. Let's go back." Emilliano shakes his head. I will pretend I didn't see him glaring at the sky. "But first—i need to clarify something." He states. Huh— "The engagement with Athena is no longer valid." Huh—what? As if the shock wasn't enough, he seriously adds. "Let's get married instead." Am i—dreaming?

Her hands moved fast—clean, press, stitch. Pain made him groan, but he gritted his teeth. “You stitched me under fire,” he rasped. “I always stitch you under fire.” He laughed, weak and bleeding. “Why do you still care?” he asked. She paused, needle trembling. “Because I still remember the boy who saved me from flames without knowing my name.” He met her eyes. “And because I want to believe that boy is still in there.” Their lips met. Not soft. But fierce—blood, sweat, and rain between them.

This causes her to stand up, and her fur starts to bristle with what I assume is anger. /“Your father truly is a good for nothing, and your mother is the same! They did not explain anything to you, did they?”/ She growls, actually looking offended. I raise my eyebrow at her. /“Well, you haven’t exactly been as forthcoming with anything, you know,”/ I fire back. Granted, I haven’t been the best person either, ignoring her when I should have gotten to know her, but her power scares me. She scares me. Ahmya sighs and gives me an apologetic look. /“Umiko, that feeling is called the Pull of the Mate Bond. Fenriz, your intended husband, is your fated Mate.”/

Emrys must’ve felt my gaze because then he opened his silvery grey eyes, promptly meeting my ocean gaze, and that must’ve done it in for him, because the next thing I knew, my mate was filling me with himself as we both let a struggled moan out at our release. Afterwards, Emrys held me close. Our legs tangled together, his strong arms caging me against his warm and solid chest while my hands cupped his face, both of us taking our time to just revel in our mates embrace; neither of us spoke as our thoughts seemed to take over and even though it was a distance thought, I knew we both thought it. Is this one of our last embraces? *

Ember's POV: "Anyhow, I'd love to chitter chatter with you and bond over the dark tales of the North but I just received a mindlink from Alpha, so gotta go," he turned around, "See you soon, sister-in-law." I listened to the last of his retreating footsteps and a minute later, I heard ancient, rusty doors creaking and locked. What followed was an utter and horrifying silence. Wherever my gaze traveled, I only saw pitch-black darkness, so very similar to the eyes of my mate. The dark, demonic, devilish eyes of my mate.

Emilia's eyes widened in shock, and she felt a surge of fear rising up inside of her. "What do you want?" Emilia asked. Victor's smile grew wider, and he took a step closer to Emilia. "I want to destroy the pack," Victor said. "And I want to start with you, Emilia." Liam's eyes flashed with anger, and he took a step forward. "You'll never touch her," Liam said, his voice low and menacing. Victor chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "We'll see about that," Victor said. As Victor finished speaking, he raised his hand and sent a blast of energy hurtling towards Emilia. Liam reacted quickly, jumping in front of Emilia and absorbing the energy himself.

Lexie's POV I really was destined to be damned. I took a deep breath and looked at Brandon's dazed, lifeless expression. Then, I started laughing. He demanded to know what I was laughing at. I said, "This is our karma." He froze, then cried again. I watched him suffer without saying a word. Daniella had personally told me she didn't hate him. Daniella was a great person, but I wasn't. I wanted him to suffer for the rest of his life.