Romans & histoires Full Metal Alchemist Edward Elric

No one knew what he was looking at. He did not respond to the servant's words. The servant looked at Edward and nodded slightly. He called out respectfully, "Young Master." "You may leave." After the servant left, Edward walked over to Alfred and squatted down in front of him. "Grandpa, I’m Edward. I'm here to see you." His voice caught Alfred's attention. Alfred turned his head to look at Edward. His eyes were lifeless. He just kept staring at Edward, and his mouth was unconsciously whimpering.

Folded my hands, pressed the intercom. "Send him in." The door opened. Edward walked in. Dark suit. Charcoal. White shirt. No tie. The top button undone. He looked tired. Not exhausted, just worn, like he'd been up late. His eyes met mine. "Alicia." "Edward." He closed the door, stood there, then walked to the chair across from my desk and waited. I nodded. He sat. I watched him settle: hands on the armrests, steady gaze. The desk between us felt like a border.

The man in a light grey suit grabbed Edward by his collar, almost strangling him, " You bastard! How much money do you need? I have fucking paid you 20k dollars already." Edward replied in a trembling voice, " It's not.. about... money, Sir...He is the most honored, Alpha. They...they will eliminate my entire family if they find out that I had any involvement." The man in the light grey suit was outraged. His hand slammed down to pull out a revolver from his west pocket. Edward looked like fainted when he pressed the revolver against his forehead, " And I will finish you here if you don't give him this cocktail, you fucking coward!"

Edward’s POV I stood in my laboratory, surrounded by equipment most wolves would never understand. Half-empty containers littered the counters. Many were crusted with dried residue. The room stank like a chemistry accident, like acidic fumes mixed with something rotten underneath. “Perfect,” I murmured, holding a serum up to the light. The viscous liquid shimmered green and blue, throbbing like it might jump from my hand. “Almost ready for mass production.” The body on the floor groaned softly. Not just anybody—Edward’s body. The real Edward, heir to Northern Crescent Pack.

Edward was perfectly used to giving in to Evelyn over the years, "Seven days without boring jokes, I swear! Save me, Princess Eve!" Evelyn laughed happily: "Deal!" Edward was Alpha Grey's youngest son, one year younger than Maya, and he had three big brothers above him -- well, three Alpha brothers -- though they were more than 10 years older than him. Maybe it was the pressure from his brothers' success, or maybe Edward just loved designing too much -- he was a talented designer himself -- he escaped home after middle school, and James took him in. Edward didn't know, but Alpha Grey knew where he was all along--

“This is insulting to me. I didn’t expect someone like you to replace Flame Ledesma.” “Hey! Watch your words!” Edward shouted at Hendrix. “I’m the most handsome creature in the world. Do you want to be the ugliest creature in the world?!” Hendrix frowned and looked at Edward. I think Hendrix was surprised at how Edward spoke. Everyone feared every one of them, especially Yuichi,. They were known as a ruthless organization.

“Darian.” The name felt heavy, sharp. I didn’t know the man, but the way Edward said it made me understand enough. He wasn’t just another enemy—he was someone who had mattered once. “Let me guess,” I said softly. “You’ve met him before.” Edward nodded once. “He trained me when I was young. Before I became Alpha. He was the one who taught me how to kill.” Seraphine gave him a long look. “Then you know what he’s capable of.”

The power inside Edward started twisting and pulsing, far more volatile now that she had awakened the core. Elena continued her chants, her voice low and melodic. Then suddenly the power that had kept Edward in coma for years started to flow towards Elena’s hand. Elena winced as a sudden wave of pressure struck her but did not stop her chanting. After what felt like an eternity Edward’s body twitched, fingers curling weakly. Allen gasped and stepped forward, but stopped himself just short of the bed, his hands clenched at his sides. Liam’s breath caught again, his eyes fixed on Edward’s face. The subtle twitch of the Edward’s hand was small—but unmistakably real.

his smile dropped instantly as he glanced at Asher, “I still cannot figure out why that woman’s power is in him.” “Sadly, none of us can. She just showed up one day and started claiming him to be her son, her dark prince,” Edward answered. “You did not mate with her?” Alaric raised an eyebrow. Edward glared at him. “I can never mate with that woman,” he replied and stood up when he felt the wound has fully healed.

He said with a twinkle in his eye. “Richard stop being so rude and just generally creepy!” Edward scolded. A tall man with curley brown hair and grey eyes came forward and grabbed Jamie’s left hand, bringing it to his lips quickly kissed it “My name is Edward and my demon name is Dagon. We are both very pleased to meet you. I will be teaching hand to hand combat fighting. I apologise for my General’s behaviour, he just a bit tired that is all.” He gave Jamie a quick wink.