Fire Emblem Kana Novels & Stories

When it was time to fly back, Mary offered to fly with her so they could speak a little more and she was more than glad to agree. “I’m sorry Jullie, It all happened so fast and I was slightly drunk,” Kiana explained while leaving out the part where she had no idea about what was going on. Kiana’s heart was broken but she had to remain strong. Her mind was swirling with so many emotions and a part of her wanted to give up but another part knew she had to fight for their love. ‘What Aunt Emelda said keeps bugging me.’ She thought. A snapping of fingers in front of her brought her back to reality as she was met with Juliana’s ocean-blue eyes. “Earth to Kiana Frost.”

A nurse treated the cuts on my arms and legs while Mary Ann sat beside the bed, lazily spinning a small fireball at her fingertips. “Why did you help me?” I asked at last. Mary Ann glanced over, grinning wide and honest. “Because they’re annoying. And because I like burning things that deserve it.” I looked down. “Thank you, Mary Ann. I’m just a Surge Practitioner. I don’t have any way to fight people like them.” “Talent can be trained, Elaria,” she said casually. “But courage? You’ve got to dig that up yourself. I’m glad I helped today. Don’t let them see you cry again.”

It could even be said to be equal. Aurora’s present ability was far beyond these contestants, but she still had weaknesses tactically. If she gained more experience, her actual combat ability would surely improve. Aurora felt unsure in her heart, but since Charlie believed in her so much, she immediately nodded and uttered resolutely, “Don’t worry, Coach. I'll go all out!” Meanwhile, in another lounge. Ito Nanako was wrapped in a blanket with her eyes closed. Hiroshi and Jiro stood by the side. Hiroshi held a mobile phone in his hand that was video streaming with Yamamoto Kazuki, who was laid on the hospital bed.

Kilian “Elena, wait!” She did not wait. She was moving quickly in spite of her shorter legs, but I was soon able to catch up with her. I felt the crowd of photographers follow me with theirs, but a quick intervention from Kana stopped them. When my fingers reached her outer arm, she flinched and spun to face me before I could get hold of her. Her eyes were red as a cardinal, and even the whites around it seemed slightly pink from her emotional state.

Her eyes flicked to the hand holding her back, then to the one guarding Ember’s stomach. Then her eyes widened with realization. She gasped, covering her mouth as her gaze snapped back up to Ember’s. Then Ember smiled, and pulled her in for a hug. Kaya hugged her carefully, trembling. Tears spilling down her cheeks as the rest of the room filled with Stella, Luna Zyrah, Raphael, Eira, and Killian, Ember’s most trusted guard, closing the door behind him. “Thank you for bringing them, Killian.” Ember told him. He bowed in respect and then left the room.

Kaden said, pulling me into his lap. In the midst of my tears, the door opened and Lenora wobbled inside with her tiny legs. Adaira said that she could sense my internal state because I had taken the flame empress and I would have to return it someday. That destructive flame was Lenora's destiny and she would demand it. “Ani,” she cried, reaching for me. I had been teaching her to say Aunty Elara for weeks and ended up with Ani, more progress than anyone else had made.

Everyone that that saw the look on his face could tell that he was meeting all the attacks with grace. He was as calm as a gentle flame and his movements flowed like kindled fire. He was yet to do much in but many could see his victory. Kaen turned up the heat and began running towards Natsumi with a flames on his hands. With those hands, he blocked every attack that came his way and continued his advancement. Soon he got close his opponent and was ready to land a strike. The flames on his hands always burned hotter than any other of his flames so when he had closed the distance between he and Natsumi, people that knew him thought that he had secured the victory. But there was something they

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

Amne turns and looks at him, trying to speak but coughing instead. “Not when it’s her rider who injures her. You will have to heal her.” His eyes open wide. “What do I do?” I turn and look back at Kaylani, not sure myself. “He should pull her fire, since it was his water that made her submit,” she says and Tana and Zephyr nod in agreement. “Dad, I don’t have fire. I’ve only just learned to use my water. And honestly, it felt a little out of control while I was trying to overtake her," Kano says, nervously.

Her arm—partially transformed into dragon form—swiped through them, batting the orbs back toward the shamans. Some of the shamans crumpled where they stood, writhing and screaming as invisible burns licked at their flesh. The rest managed to shield themselves in time. Kana didn’t pause. Half her body had already shifted—scales stretching tight over muscle, her features grotesquely beautiful, a perfect echo of Zylas’s dragon form. Fire erupted from her clawed hand, roaring to life as she dove into the shamans. She moved with terrifying fluidity, dodging their attacks as though driven by instinct—or likely the unborn dragon guiding her.