Characters Hyrule Warriors Novels & Stories

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

I Continue, and he smiles “Yes, I do. Welcome all.” He says and smiles “The Warriors are Jacob, Jason, Andre, Christopher, Thomas, Michael, Jack, Oliver, Owen, and Eli,” I say and I feel the surprise from my warrior. They didn’t expect me to know their names. “I have cleared a wing on the second floor to the right. It is completely free, and your warriors have my permission to keep everyone away from there.” Carter tells us. “Thank you, Alpha,” I say and smile.

Lariempi said emotionlessly “Lord please teach me how to kill them, even with my powers I could only watch…” Amelia said before breaking into tears again and Lariempi smiled slightly “You couldn’t kill them because your weapon was too inferior.” He said, he then raised his index finger and a drop of golden god-blood dropped from his finger and landed on the ground

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

They waved as they walked to the middle of the arena where they stood facing each other. “To my left, the man in red full body armour. A Seasoned ranked Hunter. The tank for his team and wields a hammer. Gus Sullivan! And to my right, the red haired elf in black and red light armour. A skilled swordswoman and a knight from the Stone Household. Illya Green Maple.” Cheers erupted from the crowd along with applause.

Briselle asked. “This pack belongs to my brother.” I told her. “His name’s Dominic.” There was chattering going on within the girls’ pack. Briselle turned her head to them and the chattering stopped. “The hybrid is your brother?” Naomi asked. “The one who broke the treaty is him, right?” “Yeah, it is.” Janelle said. Naomi and Briselle looked at each other with a smile on their faces. “Well, let’s get this business started shall we?” Naomi asked.

~Hunter’s Point of View~ I was enjoying my nice, quiet day off soaking in my huge tub. It had been a long week and my brothers and I rotated being on active duty and on call. I was aching for my week off. They were few and far between anymore since it seemed like everyday someone else was being a menace, being difficult. My brothers and I were Shadow Warriors, a coalition of various supernatural beings that keep the peace between each other and between our own kind. It’s a damn hard job, but someone has to do it.

Shadow sliced his palm, adding it to the mixture in the chalice, and his deep voice carried over the entire pack as he recited the Howling Warriors creed. "A Howling warrior is strong when they need to be, gentle when they choose to be, and ruthless when they have to be. We will not cower, nor hide behind each other in times of crisis, we stand tall against our enemies, together we are the Howling Warriors, and together we are strong."

A man's scream echoed roughly in a flash. Marcus witnessed two werewolves dragging a male soldier. He appears to be a member of the WW Force based on his clothing. The man struggled, even more, when he was forced to kneel in front of Althaia, who was now staring at him emotionlessly. Althaia grinned horrifyingly. "Any final words?" Marcus overheard Althaia ask the poor man. Instead of pleading for his life, the man insulted Althaia's ferocity. "All right, make the most of your petty lives now, because your race will be extinct in this world soon!"

Dawey asked. “Fortunately, everybody has reacted on time.” Filur heaved a sigh of relief. “It seems that even though Hail and his friends are princes, they seemed to have undergone countless battles for their bodies and minds to be able to react on time and escape.” he said as his eyes narrowed in contemplation. Dawey nodded in agreement. “You are right.” He muttered. “I noticed that their bodies… Hail, Sybb, Laggas, Kulv, Skye, and even Mahi… their bodies are similar in built with the knights.” He said.