Fire Emblem Heroes Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“I’ve already been broken. What’s left now is the part that learned how to survive the fire.” Vera said nothing at first. She only watched Emereah’s fingers as the ember flickered and pulsed, alive with something ancient. The fire didn’t consume her. It clung to her like breath. “You speak like the flame is your ally,” Vera said softly, stepping forward. “But even fire leaves scars.” Emereah’s eyes didn’t move from the horizon. “I’ve bled for every scar. And I’ve named them.” “Named them?” Emereah nodded once. “My father. My mother. The warriors of Crescent Silver Moon Fang. The girls they slaughtered. The mates they silenced. I carry them all.”

His eyes blazed with emotion. “Ember I feel more for you than friendship. I am in love with you, I am so deeply in love with you that I would drop my mate tomorrow even if she showed up and was considered the most perfect person in the world because to me you already are that perfect person for me. You are strong, powerful, beautiful, and smart. You need someone like me by your side to help you rule this pack. I would be a worthy Alpha. The pack won't accept a Fae as Alpha.” He stepped towards Ember and reached out for her pulling her into a hug. He gazed down at her and leaned in as if he was going to kiss her. She turned her head and placed her hand gently on his chest holding him back.

He buried his face in the space between her neck and shoulder, and Ember can’t help but let out a laugh when his stubbles tickled her skin. “Liam! I’m sweaty all over!” Ember protested. She’s sweaty from her sparring with Yuri. After Yuri escaped the fire, Ember saw her change. She’s now determined to learn the art of fighting and Ember will give her anything just so she could have her revenge on those witches who burn their town. “I don’t mind the sweat, Ember. In fact, I love your natural scent more than anything. It smells sexy,” Liam started to rain tiny kisses on her neck.

Can you imagine anything strong enough to break our bond? ‘No, but our bond is a dragon/rider/mate bond. It is stronger than a straight dragon/rider bond. Ember doesn’t love Merellien. She doesn’t even like or respect him. You love me with your big dragon’s heart. I know you respect me, and I know you would do anything for me. I wouldn’t have to tell you, like he told her. You know what I want and you give it to me, sometimes before I’ve consciously realized it’s something I want.’

I smiled back at him "My King, forever and always!" (I hope you have enjoyed reading my novel as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please look for the second book in this series. 'Forbidden Embrace: Reverse Harem of the Royal Siren Queen of Atlantis')

My eyes dipped to his lips as they widened in a smirk, "Well, other than the fact that your favorite color is lilac, you love all sorts of flowers, can eat pasta all day, are practically obsessed with chocolates, aren't a strong warrior but possess a sharp mind, you have been with Ember since her childhood and planned the wedding my Alpha crashed so brutally, I don't know much. Saying my eyes were wide would be an understatement. They were popped to the size of footballs as I stared at him in disbelief. He shot his hands in the surrending motion, "And as you automatically assume the worst of me, lemme make it clear that nope, I didn't stalk you. Every bit of information about you was fed by

My wolf paced in my skull, howling, scratching, demanding to get out. Mine. Protect. Fix. Wake her. Wake her. WAKE HER. A trembling hand touched my shoulder. Ember. Her cheeks were streaked with tears, her eyes red, her hands shaking. But she stood tall, always braver than she knew. She whispered, “Z… she’s still fighting. I can feel it. She’s my best friend — she wouldn’t leave us without a fight.” I swallowed hard. “I can’t… I can’t lose her, Em.”

He stepped back into the shadows. Slowly closing the door. Quietly. A new resolve coiled within him—not loyalty. Not ambition. Something more dangerous. Recognition. Not as a soldier. Not as a gladiator. Not as a slave. But as a survivor. And maybe—one day— His head turning back to where he came from. The first seed of a bond—between a broken guard and a shattered prince—was planted in the blood-slick silence of that Capri night. *********************** INDEX: Pilum- a javelin

" Since the footage was from Ember's perspective, her face wasn't visible, but Atlas could clearly hear the tremble in her voice that was quivering with anger. "Kaylee, I won't let you insult my parents! "They were selfless heroes! What gives you the right to speak about them that way? "And for all these years, I've been the one by Atlas' side. You're nothing but an intruder—a third party!" Just as Ember's words ended, a few teammates appeared in the distance. Kaylee clearly noticed the teammates approaching as well and gave Ember a taunting smile. "Oh? You should know that the one who isn't loved is the real third party. Atlas doesn't love you at all. Don't believe me? Just wait and see."

I'm Ember, the mistress mute daughter to the late Crescent Moon alpha. I'm being tortured by my stepbrother Leo because his mate told him she didn't like how I looked at her. “Here,” he said, tossing a small pouch of water in front of me. It landed with a dull thud, tantalizingly close yet so far from my grasp. Ignoring the excruciating pain in my muscles, I dragged myself forward on trembling arms, every inch a battle against my broken body. But before I could reach it, Benson grabbed the pouch and laughed cruelly.