Fire Emblem Fanfic Novels & Stories

He could feel the sweat beading on his forehead as he drew close, the sting of the saltwater in his eyes as the droplets caught in his eyelashes on their passage down to his cheeks. “There is no pain,” she was as shocked by the development as he was. “The flames do not burn me.” He reached out carefully but could not touch the flames. They burnt as hot as dragon flame. “They do not burn me, but I can feel their heat,” he told her. “Flaming wings… That was… not what I expected.” “Me either,” she looked at him wild-eyed. “Do you suppose that I could…” “Yes,” he followed her gaze when she looked skywards. “Do it, Ember.”

Flameheart, the warrior known for his indomitable spirit and unshakeable courage, found himself speechless, his eyes reflecting the turmoil of a sea during a tempest. "Emberwing, how is such a thing possible?" Flameheart finally managed, his voice laced with the cold edge of fear and betrayal. "Why would you bond with him?" Emberwing's gaze was steady, luminescent eyes holding Flameheart's in a gaze that spoke of battles fought side by side and secrets shared under countless moons. "It was not a choice freely made," Emberwing confessed, his form shifting restlessly. Seeing that his human felt betrayed and misunderstood him, he chose to clarify his stand.

Her fingers press against my temple and the vision detonates behine my eyes. Ember laughing with another man, curled against him beside a fire. “You were right,” She whispers. “Bastion never stood a chance.” The man smirks. “He thought you would choose him, poor little hero.” They laugh together. She looks at him like she never once looked at me. Devotion, hunger, and love written all over her. His hand traces her collarbone and she leans in to kiss him. Then the vision shifts. Ember is dressed in fire-forged armor, standing over my chained body.

Mateo fired back. "Mateo, let go of me!" Ava requested, her voice strained. "No, I won't," Mateo insisted, his voice rising. "I want to finally know what his problem is. He's the reason why you didn't accept my proposal to be friends back in high school." He shouted the last part, drawing a crowd. Lucas's jaw tightened. "I said let go!" He punctuated his words with a hard punch to Mateo's face. Mateo staggered back, then retaliated with a punch of his own. The fight was on. Lucas, fueled by anger, threw another punch, connecting with Mateo's jaw.

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.

Shadows clawed the ground around her boots, unspooling faster than she could rein them in. Elara’s smile widened. “Oh, she’s cracking.” The duel escalated. Fire, shadow, steel — everything colliding in bursts that scorched the sand. Sierra and Malick fought as one, their threads pulling tighter with every movement. His shadow and hers tangled, indistinguishable. Too tight. Too close. She felt his heat, his fury, his fear — like they weren’t two people at all, but one body splitting apart. And then her control slipped. The shadows erupted from her chest, wild and jagged, tearing the ground open in black cracks that bled silver light. Elara stumbled back, for once her smirk gone. Gloria’s eyes

she gasped, grinding her clit against him with every downward thrust. The fantasy was overwhelming. Here was his dream character , confident, seductive, dripping wet , riding him in real life. Alex flipped them so she was on her back, legs spread wide. He thrust deep in missionary, eyes locked on hers. The red contact lenses made it feel like he was truly fucking Zero Two. “I’m close,” he warned, pace becoming erratic. “Come inside me,” Lila moaned, wrapping her legs around him, heels digging into his back. “Fill your waifu with cum. Breed me.”

Domus looked at Emily. I growled loudly, then I saw her back: the circle and the hieroglyphs were fiery; her shirt was burned. Nolan, she called me, and I ran to her. Hug me, she whispered. The jolt was painful at first, then I felt her fire inside of me; our bond was twisted. Nolan, she whispered in my mind. I love you so much. Mine, I growled. She shared her fire with me. Only me. When I opened my eyes, my chest shared the same imprint as her back. She looked at me. MINE.

I gasped, staring at the flames that had suddenly got out of control. My mother raised a hand to shield herself while the fire spiraled wildly around me. “Evie!” The temperature in the chamber increased to dangerous levels and some candles went off. “Enough!” my mother snapped. Fire streamed out of her hands, forcing my fire downward until the flames finally disappeared. I stood there breathing heavily while my mother stared at me. “You’re emotionally linked to him.” “Only because we’re fated mates and I hate him.” “The mate bond between you two is still powerful. Fireheart emotions amplify everything.”

I feel a shift in Elijah, and as I look at him his eyes are different. “I’m okay Fenris. No one did anything other than be near me and make disgusting comments. Don’t worry, my love.” I grab his face in between my hands, showing him I'm sincere, while the staff examines my birth mother on the ground. I hear with half an ear they are not sure if they can move her? Fenris growls again. “Mine!” He says gruffly, and I smile a soft loving smile. “Yours!” I reply, while Emerald purrs. She loves just as much as I do when he is all possessive and shit.