Fire Emblem Engage Protagonist Novels & Stories

His eyes fully focused on me as he enunciated the last word. Chills emerged on my skin, as my hands trembled a little, luckily for me, it was hidden beneath the layers of bed sheets. I turned around to go out with James, when his voice came in again. " What's your name?", he questioned I stood still as my father's warning flashed into my head, " don't reveal your surname to anyone", he had warned. I took in a short breath as I turned around to face him. " I'm Ember" " You have a sweet name Ember", he said as a smile made its way to his face.

Emma roared as she tried to stab Kisa. Kisa's facial expression changed drastically. She quickly ducked to dodge the knife, but Emma did not stop. She continued to try and stab Kisa after the first attempt. Kisa evaded her attack multiple times and rolled onto the snow miserably twice. Emma did not give up. She followed her closely, continuously making a stabbing motion at Kisa with the knife. Kisa dodged in fear. 'This woman isn't just a dumb*ss. She's a vicious murderer!'

Evelynn whispered, her voice trembling. “They never are,” Aiden muttered, stepping closer to her, his shoulder brushing hers. His stance was ready, but his presence was steadying, like an anchor in the storm. A second shadow darted from the left. Evelynn reacted without thinking, thrusting her hands forward. Flame burst from her palms, white-hot, striking the creature mid-leap. It shrieked, twisting in the air, then hit the ground smoldering before it skittered back into the trees.

His eyes were clinical, unmerciful. “You’re not fighting her,” he said. “You’re fighting the version of yourself that doesn’t freeze when a child cries. You’re fighting the thing Rafael built to erase you.” Ember rolled to her feet, panting, blood in her mouth. Lucien grabbed her chin. “So stop fighting like a survivor. Fight like a goddamn weapon.” She launched into him without warning. Punches, knees, claws. She drew blood this time. A lot. Lucien grinned.

“Then who is he? Why does he have the royal imprint of the chimera family?” Various comments could be heard. Regus' ears moved, and his gaze was thoughtful, but he was relieved. He did not want Philip as an enemy. He felt a little apprehensive of the strength displayed by Philip. At this time, Philip had grown to a huge size, and his eyes became more indifferent. He looked at the people in front of him and said, “Now, you can see how powerful my true strength is.” “Chimera Fire Fist!” Philip threw a punch, and all the fire elements in the air poured toward Philip’s fist.

Closing my eyes as I tried to remain calm despite of this things that happened, I wonder if my neck would be cut in piece if I make any wrong move… Saypher Marcus. The protagonist in this world. Having the ability and luck, he is the one that is trying to fine the end of this game. A place where answers would be given for all of his questions. He is some that that is not just handsome, but also powerful. He would easily get his power in swift. Above all, everyone whom he fights with would eventually die. That is the power of protagonist. To sum it all, me being his enemy would surely make me fall in my death door in an instance.

“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.”

He smiled at me as he approached. "Then I hope you're prepared to get your ass beat. I am not playing around with you Zain." He smirked, obviously not thinking of me as much of a threat. I haven't been training as much here lately. Being a mom didn't leave me much time to train. I know I can't still fight. Besides, with the years of training I have, it should be muscle memory. "You can't fight this bond, Ember. We're meant to be and I'll prove it to you." He tried to grab my wrist, but I moved out of the way.

The flames lick at our skin, but we push through, our determination fueling us. As we move forward, the flames shift and dance in intricate patterns, seemingly guiding our path. I can feel the energy of the fire coursing through my veins, merging with my own inner fire. I summon my strength and focus my mind, channeling my resilience to withstand the intense heat. Jericho follows suit, his eyes lock on me as we move together through the blazing inferno. He draws upon his own courage, letting it burn bright within him. With each step forward, his connection to the fire element grows stronger.

But it’s probably the wind which is causing his eyes to water. “W-what’s your name?” “Eren!” Eren says cheerfully and does a happy dance. The eyes of the man strangely widen a little. He begins to smile happily, indent dimples popping out. I look at him in awe, his smile and his dimples make me remember that of Eren's.