Breath Of The Wild Novels & Stories

-Skylar- Suddenly, the pain stopped and everything around me looked completely different. Not in the sense that I was in a new environment, the way I was seeing everything was different. It was like I had a new pair of eyes; everything was much sharper. My nose filled with the most beautiful scent, cinnamon, my nose followed the scent, landing on Aspen. I looked at him, only to see him looking at me with complete and utter shock. I tried to get out some words, wanting to ask what was wrong, but nothing came out apart from a howl. Why was I howling?

Fafnir screams. Without a moment to lose I faze back into my dragon form and begin to fly out of the clearing. I cannot leave my brother alone here. Halting I turn back to where I last saw my brother to make sure he is okay. I see his blue scales emerging from the trees as he comes out. Fafnir roars loudly sending out a blast of electric blue flames into the forest. Oddly enough, the flames ricochet off the trees, and back onto my brother. He is engulfed in his own blue flames, as the smell of burning flesh hits my nose.

“Don’t forget to breathe or it won’t work.” As soon as Ava had forgotten to breathe, the soul snapped back into her body. Causing the young woman to wobble on her feet. “Ouch, I felt that snap.” “I TOLD YOU TO BREATHE!” Grandmother Willow raked her eyes over Ava. “Lucky for you, it was a small effort on your part to make it happen and not the full energy burst from that snap. Otherwise, you would have been close to DEATH!”

Drago had a death grip on her arm, trying to calm her, but who could be calm at a time like this? The golden beast lumbered toward them, then stopped directly in front of Drago, letting out a low growl, steam puffing from it’s huge nostrils. When Drago growled in return, Madchen jumped, trying to free herself from Drago’s grip, but he wasn’t letting her go.

I murmured impatiently. My legs were moving cautiously. I couldn’t figure out where to go and so, I kept wandering in the middle of the woods like a lost child. Just as I was passing by a huge brown Oak tree, I heard a huge Hooded Pitohui screeching high up on the clear blue sky and into the perfect little fluffy white clouds scattered here and there by the light breeze.

The scent of pine and damp earth filled his nostrils, mingling with the heady aroma of nature's raw vitality. His pursuit was singular, focused. The rogue wolf, a shadowy figure ahead, moved between the trees like a ghost, its movements fluid and instinctive. Noah's lips curled into a half-smile as he surged forward, his muscles flexing with every powerful stride. The thrill of the hunt ignited his senses, connecting him to his base primal instincts.

asks Keila. “The first one I gave him the ability to communicate with me no matter what form we are in, the same one you all have. The second one, the water band gave him the ability to breathe underwater. This happened when we were on our honeymoon. This band is shark teeth meaning strength and this last one is fire. Which I assume means he can walk through fire like he did.” “You’ve got to be able to do more than just breathe under water and walk through fire bro. Have you tried to do anything else?”

The magician opened the path for him without being told and professionally so. While running, he took a deep inhalation while expanding his chest. As he glided past the comfort zone, he angled his face into the sky. His eyes saw the arrows that were still raining down in the battleground, just around him. He released his breath. “Pfhuuuuuuuuuuuuu~” He breathed out the fire breath. The fire breath rose to the sky, burning down all the arrows that were near and at the same time, protecting his allies and unfortunately his enemies as well.

Dorian Grimaldi. The dense forest beckoned me with its verdant embrace, my paws propelling me forward with relentless determination. The ethereal breeze whispered through the towering trees, tenderly caressing my sleek fur as I dashed through the underbrush. A symphony of sounds enveloped me—the rustling leaves, the melodic chirping of birds, and the distant echo of my wolf's triumphant howl. Each step I took sent a thrilling pulse through my veins, heightening the adrenaline coursing through my lupine form.

Max stupidly asks him. "Sorry, BroMax, seems you're glitching, you're breaking up, I can't talk to you right now, bad signal," Troy responds in haste before getting up and walking over to Simo to order his favorite ice cream -- 'bland' flavored ice cream, his words, definitely not mine. Max shakes his head before glancing at Bell and I in bewilderment. "Am I dreaming? I was talking to him face-to-face, right? How can I be glitching?"