Fire Emblem Gamer Fanfiction Novels & Stories

THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW "Let go of me!" Ptolema exclaims repeatedly as Matt did his best to control her flames. He uses his ice mist to cover her flames, and he felt quite relieved when he successfully covered Emma's hand up to her arms, But he was petrified when he saw how Emma's eyes turn to currant red, as her flames turn into merlot flames. 'He killed Alaric right in front of me! Then, he must also be ready to pay the price!' Emma exclaims within her thoughts as she stares at Donovan, who's grinning from ear to ear.

I bite back a cry of disappointment, still looking at him, showing him exactly how hurt I feel right now. Fenris stands there with his fists clenched, his eyes turning a darker shade of blue. He is getting agitated I can feel that in the way his eyes flicker from black to blue and then to black. Suddenly, the urge to run in his arms and soothe him dominates my mind. Ugh! The traitorous mate bond!

I ran towards it and stared as it glow like an ember. "This must be the ember of love!" I exclaimed. "You're right Princess," an unfamiliar voice suddenly spoke. "Who are you?" "I am the ember of love waiting to be flourished by you. When you learn how to turn that ember into a blazing flame of affection then you could easily defeat Velion," she told me. "But how?" I really have no idea on how to use that ember of love. "It's all up to you. Remember to listen to your heart and everything will go according to how destiny planned it to be." Those were the last words I heard from her before I opened my eyes to see the worried faces of my friends and aunt Athena.

Mother hurriedly tried to explain, “He staged all of this! He’s always been good at playing the victim to gain sympathy. He just wants attention!” Comments from the livestream exploded, and every insult was directed at me. “He's so scheming! He’s got a whole set of lies up his sleeve!” “He looks innocent, but deep down, he’s rotten to the core! No wonder the Yule family kicked him out!”

"Now, let's get to work. We have twelve hours to turn you into a distraction and me into a reckoning." The night air was cold against the windowpanes. But inside the dorm, the heat of preparation was rising. Every serum applied, every stitch checked, was a nail in the Fenrir Pack's coffin. I sat at the vanity. Purple eyes reflected in the glass. For the first time, the girl staring back didn't look like a victim. She looked like the author of her own story. "Lumira?" Emberlyn asked, holding up a vial of deep violet liquid. "Will this match the shadow-fire you use in the pits?"

Elian blinked. "Wait..." She pointed at him. "Adrian Reeves." His jaw dropped. "You know who I am?" "Of course I know who you are." She grinned. "'VillainSimp69.'" Elian wanted the floor to open and swallow him whole. "No." "Oh yes." "No." "Oh absolutely yes." She laughed harder. "Your comments section was legendary." Elian covered his face. "This is a nightmare." "My username was TragicEndings4Ever." Slowly, Elian lowered his hands.

Her jaw tightened, her frame stiffening as she stared at me, her eyes widening into a look of profound denial. "What... what are you talking about?" Ember whispered, her voice dropping into a low, defensive register. She shook her head slowly, a forced, tight laugh escaping her lips. "Amaris, that... that is a completely insane accusation. Gray wouldn't do that. He’s my brother. He just came back from ten years of exile. He’s trying to fix this family, not destroy it."

Hearing his words, my eyes narrowed in tiny slits, "I am not their toy, Darius. I won't let them play with me like that." He took a desperate step toward me, "Please, Ember. It isn't time for all this. You have to stop them." Anger crept under my skin, "You know what, Darius? I am so done with all this male drama around me." My hands coiled at my sides, "Who even are they to decide about my life and that too without asking me?" He inhaled a huge breath, "Ember, please, think about it. One is your friend and the other is your mate. Why not stop it when you can?"

, he said again, flicking a strand of my hair like I was his toy before focusing back on the red car. His words were like a sharp sword, slicing my heart piece by piece while being twisted around. I looked outside the window, the pain causing me to whimper, as drops of my warm tears fell on the car seat. In a way, he wasn't wrong, I have been betrayed by the only one I took as a family. "Ember", Guther started "Hope is a dangerous thing, isn't it?", he drawled as he watched me from the rearview mirror, his voice dangerously low.