Characters Hyrule Warriors Novels & Stories

Again, Kai goes around celebrating as his men cheered him up. She looked at me and I raised the number two as she nodded, she proceeded in changing her eye color and her hands were replaced with claws. "Why do you keep counting whenever she is injured?" Xylah asked. "We made a bargain, if she is to receive another injury, am ending the game and declaring Kai the winner," I answered. "Why don't you let her go through it to the end," Bryce asked. "Well she is my queen, in case you haven't forgotten," I reminded.

My best friend Allen, Delta Heir, is already branching out into the Healing and Magic arts and its application to technology. My goal as a pack member is to become a warrior. Because I grew up chubby, that doesn't apply to me but guess what? As I said, I always carried a mean right hook with me. My weight just adds power to it. And with all the training I had received since joining the Gamma Warrior program, I could keep my shapely body and build strength and stamina.

“It’s really real.” I speak to Carly and Isis in my mind for answers. Isis says dragons are the oldest of all supernatural beings and that we can go from human to wolf or dragon in any combination that is needed to be present but our hybrid form is our most powerful because all of our powers are combined. We will need training to control those powers and the most common names to call our hybrid form are Wolgons, Dragowolves, or Were-Dragons. We get to choose what we want to call ourselves as we are the first of our kind in the last decade, maybe longer. I tell my cousins and we unanimously choose Dragowolf and her name will be Valeria because it means renewal and transformation. I choose to

“I’ll get out of your way.” I started to leave when: “Stop.” The Prince pulled his sweatshirt up over his head, and my mouth went dry. Prince Kai had a battle-hard body, littered with scars. This was an Alpha was a real warrior; he didn’t play-act at being superior. He was superior. “Your Highness?” “Spar with me,” he said. I blinked. “You’re sure?” He raised an eyebrow at me, challenging, and I nodded. We got into position, and he smirked at me. “Don’t hold back on me, yeah?”

He was about speaking when we heard a loud voice boom through the tunnels, not from a person but from a speaker mounted in a drone. “Subject 0-9. Roxy of the Silver Willow.Your sanctuary is revoked. The Council has authorized your termination. Surrender now, and your companion will be spared.” I looked at Jax. He looked at me, his amber eyes wide with terrifying realization. “Roxy, who the hell are you?” jax whispered. Before I could answer the tunnel behind us exploded in a flash of white light and a voice filled with sickeningly familiar cruelty called from the shadows.

Warrior Nathan, the person whom Kyra started to trust is working for the enemy. He is a Witch hybrid, with a wolf which is easily controlled by his witch side. To these Hybrids, their witch roots would be woken immediately after they turn 21. After that, the witch part of their lineage would control the wolf inside them. Despite passing on as wolf's, their witch roots are so dominant, that they will forever be loyal to the witches.

They were putting on dragon-scale armors, which protected them from mage attacks and any other witch incarnations except for powerful curses. “Are you?” My eyes widened as I stared at Hilary, who still had a smile on her face. “Battle Lord Hilary, Alpha Ryu happens to be in his chambers, but we can’t get in without his personal maiden, whom we are yet to find.” I snapped out of the handshake, staggering back to get a full glimpse of her hair. Just as I expected, a three-way ponytail that pointed in three cardinal directions: north, west, and east. The legendary Battle Lord Hilary of the Seven Skulls is known to keep order in the supernatural world.

His warriors—hybrids twisted by forbidden rites—followed, their eyes hollow and feral. “We’re outnumbered,” said Ryker grimly as he approached, blood trailing down the side of his face. “They’ve brought everyone.” “We don’t need everyone,” Kael replied, a savage smile spreading across his face. “We just need purpose.” From behind the walls of the ancient ruin—the last bastion still standing—pack warriors gathered. Zira, now a battle-hardened healer with war paint across her cheeks, tightened her grip on a bow laced with moon-enchanted silver. Toren, once a cautious scout, stood beside her, the Crescentblade in hand.

My world. They were fighting—and they were hurting. Tears streamed down my face. I sobbed quietly, shaking with rage and helplessness. I pulled at the chains again, screaming wordlessly, my voice raw. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t sit here while they bled for me. And then I felt it—deep inside me. Liora. She was stirring. Weak, flickering—but alive. “They need us,” she whispered. “They’re dying for us.” I clenched my teeth, forcing myself to my knees.

Malric’s hydra, a fusion of every weaver’s wrath Sereth, Verath, Vorath, Sylvara, Caleth, Elyra, Aethra, Null, Auris, Veridias, Omnis, Nihil, Eternis, Liora, Verith, Vynia loomed, its threads weaving a cage of deceit around Kade, Selene, Lucas, and Bryan, their love battered by accusations of cheating and disloyalty. Her mother’s scream “Forgive me!” echoed, her spark a fleeting ally against Malric’s manipulation, now trapped in the hydra’s grasp. The abyss churned, a battlefield of snapping threads and splintered light, the shattered star’s pulse a relentless war drum, demanding a reckoning for their fractured trust.