Novel & Cerita Fire Emblem Gamer Fanfiction

Emily flare up in anger, but it soon vanished when she noticed that Gama couldn't put out the flame that continued to spread the more he tried to put it out. His howl of pain tore through her heart and she panicked. “Put it out! Fucking put it out!” He screamed in pain and Emily got disoriented for a few second before the fact that her flame could only be put out by herself settled in her brain. She hurriedly commanded flame to stop ravaging his body and gasped at how badly his skin had burnt. Gama was now a panting mess on the floor, the red glow in his eyes had dissappear, making it obvious that Gama was the one in control now.

After all, wasn’t Gio, another rich young man, also showing special care for Iris? In recent days, Iris had always shared stories about the two of them, and that made Emerald start to dream about her own future. It was time to seriously think about things with Alaric. Thinking of his tender promises, Emerald couldn’t help but smile and look forward to what would come next. She glanced at the tissue stained with blood and suddenly felt a sense of amusement. It was better to quietly fantasize than to beg others for attention! Why should she embarrass herself when she could protect her dignity instead?

“None of it makes sense to me. Not the heat, not the beast's actions, and not the syren thing. Nothing at all.” Aekeira was confused. "What are you talking about?" Emeriel gave Aekeira detailed explanations of her ordeal, beginning on the first night they entered the fortress. By the time Emeriel finished recounting everything, Aekeira's ears were ringing, and her hands felt cold and sweaty. "You go into heats? Is that true?" Aekeira looked ill. Emeriel nodded slowly, her expression wary. "Twice now." Aekeira's face drained of color as she stared at Emeriel intently. "What if you’re his Soulbond? That would explain his fixation, wouldn't it?"

Which is why Malkar's coach wanted to rip my head off when I went at Ezra with everything I had, giving him a black eye in the process. I don't want to look into what it is about the amber-eyed fiend that gets my blood boiling. But I know that with each moment I see him and Emma engaged in unending discussions, or laughing together at something either of them said: it f*cking grew. Each time he spoke to her, I wanted to tear his tongue from his skull. "Rylan, are you listening?" I bring my attention back to Cal. "What?" He laughs. "You have a thing for Elmloch boys now?"

We weren't ready for that, not here. We gathered around the small fire I'd built in an old metal drum. The flames weren't much, but they cast enough light to see each other's faces and kept the worst of the cold at bay. I stayed on my feet while Lena and Ember sat on overturned crates. Old habits. "I remember him," Ember said suddenly, her eyes fixed on the fire. "Dain. He was... different then." I felt my shoulders tense. "Different how?" "He was on our side once." Her voice trembled slightly, but not from weakness. "In my first life, we fought together against Malagar. Then in another, he was my..." She swallowed, and I tried to ignore the stab of jealousy that twisted in my gut.

I smiled, my heart warming with joy, and said, "Ok, let's try this and see!" I carefully took out the tiny tear from its resting place and placed it in the palm of my hand, feeling a surge of excitement and hope. I spoke the words Whisper had whispered to me, my voice filled with conviction and longing. "I wish for an ancient Luminari Male, who would love Whisper with all of his heart and soul, and they would have many children together, filling their lives with joy and laughter, and live happily together forever!" Whisper's eyes grew wide with wonder and anticipation as the tear began to glow, radiating a soft, ethereal light. Then, in an instant, it disintegrated into dust, leaving behind

I feel the dagger push deeper. “Gunner.” My word is quiet as I stare into his eyes. “It’s me, Gunner, Emmi,” I scream as he pushes it deeper and glides it across me slightly. “Look at me, Gunner.” His eyes finally look like they are seeing me, not just looking through me. He glances down to where the blade is, and I watch as desire fuels within him. “Where did you go?” I ask. “Nowhere. I was right here.”

[Arthur] Embyr. Embyr is Sir Kay. My brother from a lifetime ago, reincarnated who knows how many times. But I can’t take care of that right now, I need to take care of my wife. Faye is kneeling on the ground by my feet, staring at the place where her best friend just disappeared into darkness. She keeps reaching out as if she can pull the shadows back to her, opening the way again, but she keeps failing. Giving up, she begins pounding her fists again and again against the ground as she screams her name over and over again.

“ fine! I'll try to fix him in but yours is settled. You're training, during the day at the legion. You'll assumed a new figure, like a boy I just allowed to join the legion or one of Raleigh soldier. You should be able to sort that out yourself. And at night you'll training at the dream land. Hehehe!” “ Big work...” she yawned and got lost in her own thoughts. We were silent while I watched her think. She was really thinking and it's strange to me. I wish... “ A penny for your thoughts Emiliar ” I snapped her out of it. “ Damn you Katty.” she smiled, a smile that was obviously faked. “ you can never get the slightest gist!” “ Aww...now I'm very interested. My mate has gotten something serio

My golden-amber eyes didn't flicker with kinetic flares; they were just eyes, steady and clear. I looked at my hands. The golden runes were still there, but they were no longer glowing with a stolen light. They were part of my skin, like a tattoo of a story that was finally finished. Félix was there, catching me as I stumbled. His emerald aura was gone, but his eyes were more vibrant than I had ever seen them. He looked at me, and he laughed—a bright, ragged, human sound. "I can't feel the Spire, Emma," he whispered, pulling me into a kiss that tasted of dust, sweat, and the future. "I can't feel the brothers. It’s just... you. It’s just us."