Fire Emblem Gift Novels & Stories

His eyes held a tenderness I had never seen. She shut her eyes and pressed her hands together in the candlelight. After she blew them out, Jonathan and the pups presented gifts: antique jewelry, a limited-edition sports car, a private island—every one was worth a fortune. Isabella’s eyes shimmered. “Thank you…” Then she looked at me, who had stayed silent the whole time, and smiled sweetly. “Elara, what did you get me?” Every gaze swung to me. I met her expectant eyes and said calmly, “Nothing.”

Her eyes swept the crowd—children leaning forward with wide eyes, warriors standing shoulder to shoulder, elders bowing their heads as if hearing Aria’s words again. “Many of you do not remember the wars,” she continued. “That is the gift she gave you. But you carry something no less precious: the promise that her flame did not die. It became the light we follow. And every kindness you show, every hand you extend, every time you choose to forgive—that flame burns brighter.” She reached into her pocket and drew out a flame-shaped crystal, the last hidden gift Aria had left her long ago. She held it high, letting the fire and moonlight catch its edges until it seemed alive in her palm.

"I don't care when you get out of the hospital. You'll give me the money! If you don't, I'll pay your precious parents a visit, or maybe even that new mate of yours! Let's see how they look at you after I'm done telling them everything!" Jeremy left, swaggering with a smug smile. I was so angry, I smashed everything in the room. Why? Why?! Why did Viola get a happy family, with a mate who loved her, while I was stuck with this irresponsible father? I had worked so hard to get everything Viola had. I couldn't let it go now! After consuming the Miracle Elixir, I could feel my wolf's powers getting stronger. I had to hurry and sell all of Viola's assets.

Miranda bowed her head respectfully, “You’re Emelia’s grandfather, and she holds you in the highest regard. I only hope this gift reflects a fraction of her feelings.” The crowd was already buzzing again. “She brought Miranda Link AND priceless herbs?” “These are medicinal treasures! One of those alone could treat chronic conditions.” “Is Emelia secretly a princess or something?” Before the murmuring could grow louder, Jeffrey stepped forward. He looked mischievous again, like he was holding back a punchline. “Well, now I feel like my gift is a bit underwhelming.” He joked, “But I suppose tech and medicine are two different languages.”

He shrugged. “I picked Italy.” “Thank you!” I said as I lunged at him. “Don’t mess up my masterpiece! “ Emmy yelled. Alec smirked as he caught me, giving me a hug back. “Open ours next.” Jasper was still frowning. “1...” I saw Emmy hold up the number 4. “Hey! That’s cheating!” I yelled. “140?” “No.” I said taking the envelope. It had a gift card on it that said shopping spree for Italy. “Thank you guys! However, Emmy is this a gift for me or for you?” I laughed.

This must be a coincidence and yet the sickening sensation of dread sears through my stomach. Lazarus was on stage this time, sitting on gold throne to accept the gift in front of the world. “My King.” Emily greeted with a graceful brow, “I present my gift, one that I hope will protect your majesty’s hands as you guide the kingdoms, a showcase of your goodwill and our devotion to you.” The thundering sound of my racing heart pierced my ears as Lazarus opened the box and pulled out black leather gloves. The one I made for him.

Woody scoffed. Pamela was confused. "What grass are you speaking about?" Ginger stepped forward and jumped to grab the gift box at the top of the pyramid. "This is the Obsidian Flame Grass. It belongs to Mr. Henderson. But that shameless old geezer, Brian Marlin, snatched it," she explained. "Then, that old geezer used it as an engagement gift to Jeremiah Goldblum. Now you know the reason why we're here, Pamela York." Pamela flinched, her expression growing more and more complicated.

All I need to know is the Luna crown from the soon-to-be former Luna Esma. "Have a gift for you." I turn to her, looking at the pretty black-wrapped box with an emerald green ribbon tied around it. Almost too pretty to open, but she'll force me to anyways. Thanking her, I take the box, "you didn't have to ge..." "Shush and just open it." "Goddess, okay," I giggle and open the gift. And when I tell you my heart stopped over how wonderful this gift is, think I stopped breathing for almost a minute.

Especially since my visual impairment in one of his ranked member’s children makes the pack look weak. As soon as we shift. You’ll be able to see through my eyes. Says Emerald excitedly. Maybe then our mate will want us. I remember the vision I had from before. Emerald can help me see. But do I really want a mate who doesn’t love me because of something I can’t control? Wesley has continuously either ignored me or let me know how useless I am to the pack. He won’t make me his Luna. And perhaps I’ll have to feel betrayal for the rest of my life. I think back to my vision. No he’ll reject me. I think bitterly. So much better. Emerald whimpers in my head. I wonder who the brown eyed person is t

Yvayn had a surprised look on his face. “A gift, now open it.” The old smith watched with both pride and sadness. Yvayn pulled the top off to find a suit of polished armor. It was bright and beautiful. The old smith had put an emblem on the breast piece, a white lion raised up on its hind legs trimmed in brass. Each piece was crafted with love and great care. “I don’t know what to say but ‘thank you’, Ernor.” The young emperor was both surprised and grateful; his emotions showed as he examined the contents of the crate before him. “Can you help me put it on?”