Fire Emblem If Corrin Novels & Stories

"That bastard Drake. Does he think I’ll just let him go? I will destroy every single inch of his pack!" Lumi grabbed my hand hard. She looked serious, trying to hold back my anger. "Don't let anyone know Corinne is your mate. I’ve already told everyone that I am your mate and the real Luna!" I ripped my hand away from her, pushing her back. I growled at her, a deep sound that made the walls shake. "Are you giving me orders, Lumi? Do you really think I’m going to leave Corinne in the hands of that monster?"

"Your hunting party was carrying silver-tipped restraints and cutting paths two miles deep into my interior woods. Unless you were foraging for an aggressive jewelry collection, you came looking for a slaughter. You found one, you lost, so do better next time." A ripple of quiet laughter washed through the lesser packs in the upper tiers. Up in the royal viewing box, Evren's silver-grey eyes never left her. A faint spark of amusement softened the severe set of his mouth. Beside Matthias sat Elder Corina. Though centuries old, she appeared frozen in her early thirties, her bone structure sharp enough to cut, skin porcelain-pale with raven-black hair braided into a coronet like an iron crown.

“Two went up the bank. Not the tall one. The tall one went into the reeds, and I lost him in the smoke.” “Wren.” “Alive.” “Where.” “With my wife,” Isen says, “and I’d thank you to knock.” Corrin is sitting on the mounting block with a harness strap still wound round his fist and his shoulder out of true. He doesn’t ask me for anything. He doesn’t even look up. I let him keep that, for now, because there’ll be a reckoning and this isn’t the hour for it. Wren is on the cellar steps with Nell’s head in her lap.

That relief I need the most now to get a hold of my emotions. For him, it'd be easy to forget me. His hatred for me will be a reminder and keep him moving forward to help the brothers like him from losing his sister, but it will be different for me. I will miss him. To an extent, that would hurt me like hell. Kill me from inside. I feel my heart in my mouth when he turns to look at me with nothing in his eyes. He sneers at me, "Go and buy yourself one."

"Jim, we've taken apart the bones of the mortal who wanted you dead and crafted them into these arrows. Take one more step and we'll pin you down in front of your own troops!" Jim's eyes blazed with fury, his whole body shook with anger. I held his hand and, with all my might, broke off the bone arrow embedded in him. I bled till it drained all my energy. I gave my blood to the weakened Jim. His face turned a deep shade of red as he looked at my blood-stained lips and slowly extended his hand. "He's nothing but bones now, he can't touch me. However, you, you're the one I need to protect!"

Soren finished the sentence and pressed a hand to his chest, letting out a soft cough. Corinne immediately pulled Soren into her arms, her eyes brimming with concern. However, his words had also reminded her of something. I was a man who did not belong to this era. Without her, I had nowhere to go. The thought turned her expression cold with disgust. "Emric! I knew you'd pull this again, just like you always do. I already told you this is only about helping Soren fulfill his dream. Do you really have to put on this act and drag things out?"

Moreover, one monster possessed the fire attribute while the other had the lightning attribute—these were truly fifth-level monsters. “The Lightning Crow and the Fire Eagle—two monsters that have always been enemies and kill each other whenever they meet. It’s truly extraordinary—their blood also has a major advantage! Should I just take it?” thought Tian Sen, noticing that the blood of the two monsters seemed to blend together despite their opposing elements. Closing his eyes, Tian Sen tried to recall if there was a technique suitable for him that utilized lightning. After some time, he came up with a lightning body cultivation technique that might be suitable for him.

She wore rags that had once been clothing, torn and filthy, barely covering the worst of the damage done to her body. But it was her eyes that destroyed him. They were the color of storm clouds, grey with hints of silver, and they burned with a defiance that should have been impossible. She'd been beaten, starved, chained, sold—and still, *still*, there was fire in her gaze as she was hauled onto that platform. *Mate,* his wolf whispered with absolute certainty. *MATE.* And Kael Dravenhart, Crown Prince of Virelion, heir to the throne, trained weapon of his father's will, felt his entire world shatter and reform around the broken girl on the platform.

"Darius won't regret it, the mate bond doesn't work like that. He's yours and you're his, the Moon Goddess chose you for each other." "But Eamon" "Eamon was a fool who rejected his gift." Corin squeezed my hand. "Darius isn't Eamon, he has proved that a hundred times over." "I know." I looked down. I watched his thumb trace circles on my knuckles. "But I'm scared. What if I'm not ready? What if I mess it up?" "There's no messing it up." Corin's voice was gentle. "You bite. He bites, the bond seals. That's it."

Cas’s demeanor was inscrutable, her gaze piercing as she regarded Esmeray with a mix of curiosity and scrutiny. “Today, we will conduct a test to determine if you are truly Averrant,” Cas explained, her tone unwavering. “Please extend your arm for the blood sample.” Esmeray hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with questions. Being Averrant was not just a matter of identity; it carried with it a weight of responsibility and power that she was not sure she was ready for. Nevertheless, she knew that this test was necessary, a crucial step in her journey to uncovering the truth about herself and her place in the world.