Fire Emblem Male Corrin Novels & Stories

“You’ve seen what’s coming.” The tallest among them stepped forward first — a statuesque woman with ink-dark skin and golden tattoos coiled like snakes up her arms. Her gaze met mine with a strange sort of recognition, like she was seeing something beneath my skin that even I didn’t know was there. “I am Corin,” she said. “Shield and blade of the eastern sect. I was told I would find a storm here, but I didn’t expect the fire behind its eyes.” “Wow,” Orion muttered under his breath beside me, “they really send their poets to war.”

Alisa~ Corik’s grip immediately loosened, and his sneer twisted into something more akin to fear. His eyes darted to the man who was twice his size, in dark leather that seemed to absorb light and trap it. Amber eyes gleamed with sinister intent that was fixed intently at Corik. For a moment, the color drained from his face. The bravado he had displayed seconds earlier dissolved as quickly as it had come, replaced by the stark realization of who he was dealing with.

Most were innocent. One was not. She found him at the eastern wall, standing apart from the others, his eyes fixed on the forest where the enemy waited. He was young, barely more than a pup, one of the outcasts who had joined after the battle against the Father of Shadows. His name was Corvin. He had been quiet, helpful, unremarkable. He was also carrying something Aria recognized. A device similar to the ones used in the explosions. Corvin, she called, her voice casual, her hand moving to her blade.

Before I could come to terms with the fact that I was seeing him here with his glorious horns and staring at me like I was a feast, Corin also emerged from thin air. He was glowing just as I remembered and there was a hint of fascination in his silver eyes. “Dominic, we both know you don't mind Eryx’s little game. Do you mind us joining in, Juno?”

Greyson's voice broke. And I felt how painful that was. I am even more amazed at the echelons I am with now. If I was in their situation I might have given up on the fight. "How about your back? You idiot, you were hit by a knife earlier. It also had a big cut, fucker why are you so stubborn?" Corinthians continued to cry. Greyson's annoyance and pity could not be hidden. "Shut up Corin, tend to yourself." "You caught so many swords for me. You sent Fray to bomb the enemies even though he would be dead in return..." Corinthians finally fell into weakness.

“Then you watch, princess. If you get too worked up, you can touch yourself. Jax won’t mind an audience, will you, pup?” Jax’s cheeks are already flushed. He shakes his head, voice rough. “No, Daddy. I’d love our girl to watch.” Corrian strips his shirt off, revealing thick muscle and dark hair across his chest, and drops his trousers and boxers. His cock is already half-hard, thick and heavy between his thighs, knot filled with blood. He points to the floor. “On your knees, Jax. Get me ready while our princess watches.”

"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."

I stepped forward until the ward light glowed between us, a shimmering wall of power. “You don’t give me orders anymore,” I said. “I am not your Luna.” Corvin flinched. Like I’d stabbed him. “Emara,” he whispered, his voice cracking, “you can’t just… walk away.” “I already did.” His breath trembled, shock warring with anger. “Why him? Why this? You don’t even know what he is.” Fenric rested his chin on my shoulder, his lips brushing my skin just to spite him. “She knows everything she needs to know.”

I hear her laugh ringing out, manoeuvring her way from pack to pack, yet she won’t meet my eye. Finally, the door to the ballroom opens. I want it to be Ayr, but instead, Corbin appears. He strides over, ignoring everyone else, sword still clenched in his hand. Draped in black,, still wearing his chainmail and solid pads of armour, he is a perfect Beta. “Luna Cassandra,” he declares, dropping to his knee in a bow. His short brown hair is soaked, droplets running down his face.

He thought, "It felt like confinement! How could Cain, the sole heir of the clan leader, be living in such a place? What was happening?" "Who's there? Emir, is that you? Great! I haven't had a fight in a long time. Let's spar!" The air buzzed with a powerful energy. Emir called out, "Mr. Cain, it's me!" "Oh? Mr. Conner." The intense energy faded away. A striking man emerged from the shadows, clad in a vivid red robe with a cinnabar mark nestled between his eyebrows. His complexion was ghostly pale, lending him an ethereal, almost sinister presence. Oscar observed that he appeared to be under 30 years old.