Fire Emblem Gift Novels & Stories

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?”

"Watch the gifts roll in now!" True to their predictions, expensive virtual gifts began flooding the stream—golden crowns, sparkling gemstones, animated fireworks that filled the screen. Julian noticed the notification and frowned, looking directly into the camera. "Uncle Night, my mommy said you shouldn't keep sending gifts," he said seriously, his golden eyes flashing with a hint of displeasure. Evelyn, however, had a completely different reaction. She clapped her hands excitedly and made a heart shape with her tiny fingers, bringing them close to her face as she smiled brightly.

When I finally pulled back, my eyes swollen and my cheeks flushed, Raiden brushed his thumb under my eye, wiping away a tear with such care it made my chest ache. “You good?” he asked softly. I nodded. “Yeah,” I breathed. “I just—wow.” He smiled like that was all he’d hoped for. Then I noticed the gifts. My breath hitched again—but this time in awe. They weren’t piled randomly or carelessly. Each one was laid out with intention. Wrapped in fabrics from different territories. Carved boxes. Leather-bound bundles. Blades etched with symbols. Jewelry that hummed faintly with magic. A cloak woven in moon-thread. A dagger balanced perfectly for my grip. Books—old ones. Training gear modified to su

She was very knowledgeable about all of the gifts. Except for flame-based and light-based gifts, she knew basic gifts weren't all that devastating. The guy's gift, oddly enough, lacked any characteristics of either of the two, despite the fact that flame-based gifts' auras were typically red and orange in color and light-based gifts were white. Although the blue lights emanating from his side were unlike something she'd ever seen or heard about, so she had to be cautious. "Calm down everybody, I'm sure this is all a misunderstanding, and we can work things out without resorting to violence," said Slejj

His cold gaze was enough to get her to stop. "So you are Esmeralda. That explains a lot, Karis." Xander laughed; there was something off about him I just didn't understand. "Stop calling that name, Karis. It reminds me of my disgraceful past. Yes, I am Esmeralda, and I have a gift for you." I said, then opened my purse, bringing out an ivory box. I gave it to Emma. Her eyes shot out recognizing the box. She opened it, and as expected, it contained a couple of rings. "It is an Early wedding gift. Emma begged several for one in my emails and I was touched by her resilience."

Most importantly, they had a few more child-friendly furniture for the children to use. Seeing how Oliver beat them to the punch, Ludwig and Darren sulked. They were tasked with carrying the gifts Ambrose prepared and could not afford to damage them. The Fenrir insisted that they give Emily gifts to create a better impression of the family. Favian rejected Ambrose’s gift ideas twice before approving the ones they currently carried. Giving Emily emeralds and jewellery was out of the question. The caretaker made some mung bean desserts, and the value of the gifts exchanged wasn't equal. After much brainstorming and arguing, Favian allowed Fenrir to embed a gemstone within a handmade keychain p

Why does he want me to look inside of it? When I opened it, I gasped. Inside was a brand-new backpack. The books that were damaged had been replaced, a small bag hung on a hook, and there was a small bouquet of lilies and jasmine. There was a card that read; ‘Accept what has changed. You are valued. You have also been exempt from Physical Education and that period has been replaced by a free one. Go enjoy a book. We know how much you like them, too.’ There was no signature, but as I looked at each of The Trio, I was met with a sight of pink cheeks, a wink, and a sly smile. They did this; they did all of this for me.

"Since you took that kid on as a godson, you should probably give him a gift to make it official. I picked this up in Europe. It's perfect." When she didn't reach for it, he opened the lid himself. "Top-tier emerald." Trista glanced at it. The stone was stunning—clear, deep, and glowing with an expensive light. It was worth a fortune. But she didn't take it. "I'm the godmother. I'll pick out my own gifts." Cassian's brow furrowed, his voice tight with suppressed frustration. "Trista, the bond isn't even severed yet. Do you really have to draw such a hard line between us?"