Fire Emblem Linhardt Novels & Stories

"Howard, you're awake?" Howard's gaze slowly shifted from Amelia's face to Alfonso beside her, then quickly returned to Amelia. In those eyes, once dormant, a tempest now raged—confusion, certainty, longing, and a trace of gentle tenderness and protectiveness belonging to Liran of a previous life, which even he himself had not yet noticed. His gaze fixed on Amelia's face once more, and his fingertips finally lifted, lightly touching her cheek. Warmth spread from his fingertips—warm, real. It was not a dream, not an illusion of reincarnation. It was his junior martial sister, truly standing before him.

The green is not just on our hands, but as Balder sends me a mental image, I am covered head to toe in forest green light. ‘PROTECT YOUR LUNA!’ Kendrick screams in a massive mindlink, making wolves from all sides make a protective barrier so we cannot be seen from the outside, standing alongside my parents and my brother. Lilliana joins the circle, facing off the remains of the enemy. Many of them are already dead, or deadly wounded. ‘Don’t you dare die on me, Liam!’ I link him, trying to keep him from fading too far away. ‘I’m trying not to, baby.’ He links me back, but it is faint. Then someone else joins me, and when I look up, Ember has given me control back, it’s Lilliana.

If possible, he wanted to slap the Blood Emperor a few times. "Stay still. If I don't allow you to move, don't move. I have the final say here," Flaming Qilin stroked the Blood Emperor's head. His action deserved a beating. Flaming Qilin turned around to look at the Evil Emperor and grinned. The Evil Emperor shivered subconsciously. Just as Flaming Qilin was about to fly towards the Evil Emperor, a rift appeared in the void again. When everyone thought that Flaming Qilin had alarmed the White Jade Bone Claw, a figure rolled out of the rift.

Straightening, she adjusted her flame-red gauntlets, her fiery eyes flicking between Maria and Nina. “Well, well,” the woman said with a grin, her voice carrying a playful lilt. “Looks like someone’s finally giving you a rough time, Maria. I’ve been waiting for this moment to show off my skills.” Maria smirked faintly. “I guess everyone has their time.” The woman grinned wider, pounding a fist against her armored chest. “Don’t worry. Whoever’s trailing you won’t live long enough to regret it.” This was Lysandra Blaze, the Fire Seraph, known for her fiery temperament and unmatched combat prowess. Her presence alone was enough to inspire both confidence and dread.

He took the advantage of the situation to create his deadly attribute and shot straight into his heart disregarding the explosion sound next to the man. “Argh!” Was Hamid's last words before he breathed out his last breath. “Hamid!” The lord realized the crown prince belatedly. Unapologetically, his eyes lit up at the existence of the lord. He nudged the lavender eye man. “Mal, he is the one, right?” Mal or the lavender eye man with the buffiest body scoffed. It was enough of an answer. Mischievously, he delved his hands into his pocket. “I see, you’re over there Khairul.”

"It’s like an architectural model, Elara! Keep the horizon line level in the HUD and don't let the red dots touch the center of the grid!" He scrambled to the back, pulling a heavy-duty EMP launcher from a hidden floor locker. As Elara gripped the wheel, her knuckles white, she felt the raw, terrifying power of the machine beneath her. She wasn't just a designer anymore; she was the pilot of her own survival.

No one attacked the Empire. ​Until the sky turned black. ​Liam stood on a ridge overlooking the canyon. He wasn't wearing his crown. He was painted in charcoal and ash, his eyes a feral, glowing emerald. ​"Fire," Liam commanded. ​A volley of bolts hissed through the air. These weren't regular arrows. They were tipped with the Obsidian-Core Isabella had hoarded. ​When the bolts hit the Imperial Sun-Shields, the golden energy didn't deflect them. It shattered. The obsidian acted like a lightning rod, drawing the magic in and short-circuiting it.

“I’m efficient chaos. Now, what flowers do you want? I’m thinking moonlilies for purity and—” “Stop,” Emry said, laughing. “If you say symbolism, I’ll bury you in those lilies.” “Noted,” Mirae said with a wink. The sound of bootsteps on stone drew their attention. Eastin was crossing the courtyard, his usual guarded composure tempered by amusement. Beside him walked Lira, the pack’s youngest weapons instructor — tall, dark-haired, and carrying herself with the quiet precision of someone who’d fought too many battles to count. Emry straightened, a smile touching her lips. “Lira, you look like someone dragged you into this against your will.”

Then when she raises this one stone, everyone seems to knows without a doubt, it’s the Emperor’s stone because her eyes narrow into playful slits and a mischievous smile curls her lips that juggles the anticipation of every soul present. “The first initials are… L.V. That's our Emperor, Lordlin Varno,” she announces. You could hear hearts thrumming like war drums. " It will be me." Hilda, crushes my arm with her overenthusiastic grip. I barely notice because my own heart is hammering so loud I am pretty sure it's about to burst through my ribs. Lady Eleanor take more time than necessary to clean the other stone, prolonging the agony. " ...the Emporer's mate initials are...." She smirks at ev

Not violently but precisely. Behind me, the Haven went still. Zenith inhaled sharply. Lucien froze. Cassian smiled but there was no humor in it. Ragnar’s presence surged once, then settled. Inferno did not move. Did not threaten. He looked. “You shouldn’t know that name,” I said. Eamon swallowed once. But there was no fear, only weight. “No,” he agreed. “I shouldn’t.” “Then explain.” He exhaled slowly and reached, not for a weapon, not for the wards, but inside his jacket. My muscles tensed automatically. He withdrew a leather cord. At its end hung a shard of blackened stone veined with gold. Inferno reacted in recognition.