Fire Emblem Gamer Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"You turned your daughters into batteries! You're not a father, Aris. You’re a software engineer who thinks he’s a God." "I don't think I'm a God," he said, stepping toward me. The air grew heavy, the pressure of his presence pushing me toward the edge of the platform. "I am the **Admin**. And you, Elara, are the only piece of the source code I haven't been able to reconcile. The Grey Flame... it shouldn't exist. It is a mathematical impossibility. A merge of the 'Shadow' error and the 'White Fire' fuel." He reached out, his fingers hovering inches from my chest. I felt the Grey Flame inside me thrumming, a low, dangerous growl that resonated in my bones.

All she wanted him to feel is regrets upon shattering her heart into pieces, and jealousy that he could never have her again other than his younger brother. "My brother is an honorable man. Our clan is known in this town even before we are born. What might sinks in people's mind upon seeing my brother's fiancée being a bitch drinking and dancing with countless strangers? That is b—." a hard slap cuts him off from talking. Emily's body is trembling with so much disgust and hatred. Why would he even care of what she should be doing? The audacity of him to called her a bitch.

she replied. “But still, and to think that the dagger was laced with the destructive venom,” Darius added. “Don't beat yourself, Darius. I understand,” Emelda replied and Darius hugged her again. This time, his hug was more intense than the first time. Lucius watched the small exchange between his brother and his fiance and he couldn't stop himself from getting jealous about it. He still had not forgotten about the vision that Emelda had shared with Darius and something about the way Darius held on to her seemed to remind him.

She was out of a village around three miles off and was the polar opposite of me. Gemma was quite self explanatory, she drank, smoked and swore like a trooper and she liked cock. She enjoyed penis in any shape and size (and sometimes other colors!). She simply loved penis. In the tales she regaled us on a Monday morning, I was amazed how she could walk straight!

Stars explode behind my eyes; my cock leaks steadily, hips thrusting into his hand. “You’re acting like a virgin bottom,” he says, pulling back to watch my face. “What happened to you?” “Does it matter?” I gasp, grinding down on his fingers, chasing that electric buzz. My internal conflict rages, I’m a woman in a man’s body, living my BL dream, but as the uke? Fangirl me is thrilled, but this isn’t canon!

Her body trembled from the memories of her skin being cut, slashed, punched and burned. Emris heard Titan whimper within him, and he tightened his jaw. "Don't make this any harder than it needs to be." Faye knew her plea would fall on deaf ears, but she was willing to try. "I, Emris Rune," Emris started. In that moment, Faye couldn't help but recall the words her sister said to her while she bled and held back a scream from being burned; *"You cannot be loved if you're not willing to burn." *

And then a voice whispered—not aloud, not in the air, but in their minds. The seed is planted. Water it with fear. Gloria’s hands trembled. Just once. Patricia didn’t blink. Elara smiled like someone who’d already seen the ending. Then the chamber fell still. The flames died. The seed of their plan—and something far darker—had begun to bloom.

She whimpered, tears streaming down her face. Cruella suddenly felt a rush within her, as though something was about to explode inside her chest. She clenched her fists as she stood from the ground, her wounds all healing at once. Her eyes suddenly glowed, like a blazing blue flame, and she let out a loud deafening scream. “No!!!!”

Finnick's pov “Wait,” I said. “Did you just say Emberdeep?” Freya nodded, her face pale, lips trembling. “It’s the only place left.” “No,” Mira snapped. “You don’t go there. No one goes to Emberdeep.” Freya’s eyes locked onto hers. “Exactly. That’s why we must.” I helped Freya sit up fully. Her body still shook, her skin hot with whatever power had touched her. Something in her had changed. Her eyes glowed faint, but steady now—like the last embers of a dying fire or maybe the first sparks of one being born.

I swallowed hard and said, “What’s happening is that the goddesses screwed up. They trusted fate, but it perceived you and Peter as one. When my mother said I had three fated mates, she meant you and Peter as one, William and…” I swallowed hard again. Fenrir gripped my arms and said, “Who is the other one, Emma?” His voice was stern. I sighed and said, “Warren Foster.” Fenrir roared so loud I thought he would rip my head off. He walked away from me, shouting, “Have you seen him? Did you sleep with him, Emma? You’re mine! And I won’t share you with ANYONE ELSE!” He took one plate and threw it against the window, breaking it into a thousand pieces.