Novel & Cerita Fire Emblem Fates Original Soundtrack

She beamed like the sun itself, her hair dancing in the breeze, her white dress billowing like a sail. Her eyes sparkled like the stars, and that smile—it was the warmest light I had ever known, though I had taken it for granted until it was gone. “Wendy…” Her name caught in my throat, and a sudden warmth stung my eyes. She tilted her head, flashing me a puzzled smile. “What’s got you so lost in thought? Come on, hurry up!” My legs moved on their own, my heart racing like a drum. Am I reborn? I wondered, the thought both thrilling and terrifying. Have I really come back to that moment?

Whether it was yesterday's smiles or tomorrow's hopeful beams―everything shattered because of fate. Clear, blue eyes lit and reflected my messed up face as a low, magnetic voice penetrated my ears. "Do you understand now, Claire? Even if you object, even if you want to leave, I will never let you go." With that, Ajax drew me closer, hand cupping my cheek. "You're mine, Claire. Fate says so and neither one of us can change it." If I look up now and make a howling sound, a sound that held my numerous questions, of alphas and omegas and fates and rejections―would it reach the Moon Goddess, answer my prayers, and wipe away my tears?

The kingdom rejoiced in its triumph, forever etching the melodies of jubilation and unity into the very fabric of its existence. As the kingdom celebrated its hard-won victory, the symphony's melodies continued to resound, weaving a tapestry of harmony and compassion. The jubilation of the kingdom echoed through the ages, a timeless reminder that in the face of darkness, the symphony's melodies could guide a realm from despair to triumph. The people of Emeridia, forever transformed by their experiences, carried the melodies of jubilation and unity within their hearts, passing them down through generations.

Her amusement traveled the bond as she watched his ridiculous emotional display. I turned my neck so that he could see my rose. His eyes widened in disbelief. “How?! You’re a wolf. You’re nothing!” Imeela’s claws came out, and she dragged them across his face for what he had said about me. I broke his nose for how he looked at her. We made quite the pair, having each other’s backs no matter what. “Fate deemed him worthy because he is an amazing man. It’s not his fault that fate deemed you a pussy,” she deadpanned the last part.

He was annoyed to see his wife smiling and looking amused while listening to the man’s classic song. “I have a guitar in my car if you want to please your wife too, sir.” Jules winked at the young man. “I don’t know anything about songs.” It looks like Mauro was forced to obey. Jules grinned and took out his cellphone. “There is no problem with the song, sir. This song is popular now. Now go practice while we wait for Loid.” It seems that Mauro was forced to put on the earphones and listen. After a while, he joined the chorus, and he liked it.

The silver blade gleamed as he raised it high, ready to strike. No. Eliana squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. “This is not how my story ends,” she whispered. “Astralis, I need you!” Still—nothing. The blade came down. A flash of silver. A blur of motion. A snarl. Then— CLANG. A blade met steel. Callum blocked the strike, his sword locking against Kade’s knife. Elaina’s breath came out in a choked gasp as she looked up, watching as Callum, Malcolm, Lila, Ronan, and Raiden surged forward.

Some of them thought that it was a love triangle and the two men were fighting over her. Beta Jack sighed then left her legs slowly as he stood up and fenced her. He forcefully pulled her into a tight embrace then leaned in her neck closer to her ear than murmured, “First thing, I love you. Secondly I am sorry, thirdly, Reina I can't explain everything to you right now but prepare to be my mate.”

The brand-new vehicle caved in with a deep dent, its alarm shrieking sharply through the street. The soldiers rushed over, their voices filled with helplessness and despair. "Caporegime sir, please stay where you are and do not touch anything. The family's firearms and vehicles cost a bomb. If you keep dismantling them, the Boss will skin us alive!" Marco froze in his bent posture and obediently did not move an inch. Beneath his messy hair, the tips of his ears flushed so red they looked like they might bleed. I could not help laughing. The fear I had felt toward Marco eased slightly, and an absurd thought surfaced unbidden.