Fire Emblem Leo Novels & Stories

Checking gear. Loading magazines. Sharpening knives. Leo pulled me aside on day three. "You look like death," he said. "I'll rest after," I replied. "You need to rest now," Leo argued. "You're no good to Em if you collapse during the mission." "I'm fine," I said. "You're not fine," Leo countered. "You haven't slept. Haven't eaten properly. You're running on fumes and rage." "Then I'll run on fumes and rage until Em's safe," I replied.

I asked, my physical calmness couldn't hide the slight trembling of my body. "I'm sorry Ember, but it's either you or my family", he said "And I can't really leave my pregnant wife in this man's hands, I don't know whether she will survive it", he said again, his eyes gaining moisture and his face softened. " Your father placed too much faith in people. And now those mistakes have become too dangerous. I've made my choice, Ember, besides the Deviant clan are paying well for you". My heart dropped. "the Deviant clan?" It all started to make sense.

He saw the way the Unlearned were watching the child, their lips peeling back to reveal yellowed fangs. Leo didn't call for the automated turrets. He didn't ask Kael to vent the sector. He walked to the center of the fountain and stood on the obsidian rim. He raised his right hand—the one that wasn't broken—and for the first time in seven days, he let the gold static flare. It wasn't a supernova. It was a cold, sharp spark of sovereign fire that cut through the yellow haze like a needle. "Look at me!" Leo roared.

What she did not expect was Leo popping his head in like a lost puppy. He kept badgering Capri about having his number and for her to call or text him. After a while and not giving up she finally sent a message. Hey! Without a name or a reason. She has no idea what to say and did not know why Leo was so Adamant about her calling him. His response was almost instantaneous, what he had to say she had no words for.

She spat out a mouthful, her face twisted in disgust. I couldn’t help but smirk despite the panic clawing at my chest. “I have no idea!” I shouted over the howling wind. My words barely carried above the storm, swallowed by the hiss of shifting dunes. Inside the storm, another form appeared, rising out of the heat and dust. Leo, the Lion, emerged with a roar, his dark fur blazing with an eerie black flame that flickered and danced. His paws, massive and powerful, left deep impressions in the sand, yet he didn’t sink a single inch, as though the desert had no power over him.

“In this world like any other, you will be God Leo’s holder.” Now mark with the Flame God’s symbol at his right arm and wearing the warrior’s flame that symbolizes the God. He firmly holds the sword in his hand as his eye color deepens into its hue where he asks. “I shall meet, HIM.”

He reached into the case, not pulling the drive out, but simply touching the lead-shielding to draw out the excess static. ​"The sun doesn't rise for you," Leo said, his irises flickering with a dangerous, emerald light. "It rises for the people you forgot were still breathing." ​As the Paladins fired their synchronized beam, Leo didn't dodge. He held up his hand. ​The emerald shield didn't just appear; it exploded into existence. The blue Syndicate energy slammed into the green Null fire, creating a blinding white sphere of pure friction in the middle of the hallway. The marble beneath Leo’s feet began to liquify, turning into molten glass.

“Emory, I know you’re grieving, but a woman like that… she isn’t worth searching for anymore.” “And if you’re worried about Leo having no one to look after him… I’m willing. You know I would do anything for you.” Ophelia lowered her head demurely, completely missing the murderous rage building on Emory’s face. Emory’s lips twisted into a small, cruel smile. “So you’re saying you want to be my Luna?” “Of course! I—” Before she could finish, Leo shot out from a dark corner and slammed into her with all his might.

“Better than what I expected. But still from what I see they lack motivation. For us to get the best out of them, it'll depend on the fire in their gut, and whether we give them something to believe in.” I grunted. “Then we make them believe.” Kael gave a knowing smirk. “That’s what you’re good at.” He wasn’t wrong. I know how to rally a troop of wariors behind me. “And the scouts?” I asked. “They're smart. But their loyal,” Kael said. “But not to Zephyr. To Lucy.”

“But you must stay calm, Luna. The wards respond to your emotions. If your fear spikes too high, the fortress will weaken itself trying to protect you.” My breath caught. “What?” “When you panic,” Leo explained gently, “the runes try to push outward. They expand their protective radius. And when they expand, they strain. Keep your fear inside, even if it feels impossible.” “I do not know if I can,” I whispered brokenly. “You must,” Leo said. “For Draven. For your children.” I turned to the cradle again, my babies sleeping peacefully while the world outside shook. I pressed a trembling kiss to Amari’s head, then Arden’s.