Gerudo Link Botw Novels & Stories

**************************************FLASHBACK****************************************** Tyndale asked, walking slowly towards the duo. With each step, the mud below his soles boiled. Daito twitched his eyebrows a little. The words seemed to be getting through to him “Ah yes, I get it now. They have you under a slave emblem! No wonder you are this weak, needing the help of that vile creature to fight me!” Jericho shrieked back, it seemed to understand Tyndale's words and they didn’t settle well with it. Protected by the swarm of purple embers, Ladzgery went on the offensive, charging towards the duo.

Jenzo bowed. Odin stepped forward and collected the gourd from him. However, as he turned away, Gwendolyn spotted something inscribed on the side. It was shaped like an arrow head, just like she had seen in her vision. She immediately mind linked Ryder. [Ryder, the wine is poisoned.] [What?] [When I touched the gourd a moment ago, I saw some images. I can't explain it, but this wine is poisoned.] Ryder didn't waste another second. He immediately grabbed Jenzo around the throat and yanked him forward.

They were stopped by two warriors guiding the door with silver badges on their breast plate. "Pardon us, Prince Arthur but your warriors are forbidden to enter the Kingdom as per the rule of King Bartholomeo!" "And who are you," asked Prince Arthur. "I am Gusion, one of the enchanted warriors of the King!" answered the warrior. Prince Arthur turned to the left side of the door where the other warrior guard was standing. "And you?" "I am Belerick, also one of the enchanted warriors of the King!"

"For the strength of the pack is the wolf, and the strength of the wolf is the pack.”—Rudyard Kipling Weser River, last week of November. 16 AD. Gero, a drunken warrior, with a crudely tattooed spear on his back, trembled with relief as he emptied his bladder into the river. He swigged from a gamey-smelling leather flask midstream to gulp the bitter liquor to burn his throat. Suddenly—a prickling sensation crawled across his braided scalp.

It failed. I find the Link Call relay node built into the garrison wall. I know the access key. I stole the relay coordinates years ago. Sold them when the debt to Draven first came due. Now I am taking the key back. Fingers find the resonance grooves Aiden carved himself. I remember the exact tick of his jaw when the numbers finally aligned. “Forgive me,” I murmur. Thumb tracing the stone. “Or don’t. I’m not asking anymore.” Palm flat against the node. The frequency bites into skin. A high, thin whine behind my teeth. Copper-coin taste floods my mouth. Myrrh sharpens. Turns acrid. Burnt.

"I know, Asher." Nero went completely silent. That frightened me more than if he had snarled. The pack link belonged to us. Wolves. Blood. Bond. Instinct. A current running through generations, through oaths, through the very marrow of our bones. An enemy could study us. Track patrols. Find cracks in stone, but the link wasn't stone. It was US. "What exactly happened?" "I was fighting Valtheris, thats what he called himself." Rowan looked down briefly. "Caius finished the second puppet and moved to assist."

I later learned he reverted to using the term only when he was under some type of duress or was feeling emotional. “Something’s wrong,” Gwendoline gasped as she looked at Geo and Luthias. “What’s happening?” “We captured a few of Bartholomew’s scouts near the tunnel surface,” Luthias said, anxiously. “Do you think they reported it?” I asked.

Jericho wouldn't have been in his position if it wasn't for me. The silence crackled against my resolve, my impatience growing and rearing its ugly head as I attempted to curl my fingers into what I wished was a tight fist. Instead, all I managed to do was mildly curl them inward, nails barely connecting to the hollow of my scarred palm. "Twelve hours, give or take," Gunnar finally admitted with a wary sigh, "I'm tracking him now. He's still got his ring, at least I hope he does. I have a location. I'm going to get a group of men and check it out."

The blackened parts scattered across the floor… And then, impossibly, began to move. Before our eyes, the pieces reassembled themselves, snapping back together like time had reversed, until the spider bot stood whole again. "What the—? That’s impossible!" Zane gaped. My own shock melted into a twisted smile. Tears pricked my eyes, but the expression on my face was almost mournful. "So, that’s it… It’s the shadow and the man." At that moment, I silently thanked Lila. Without the strange wording of her text, I might never have dared test this theory.

Jacob could choose. We both went over and joined them on the blanket. “He sure is a handsome little fella, isn’t he?” Gabriel asked. Jacob was running his fingers through his shiny coat of golden brown hair as he relaxed on his lap. My baby girl was trying to reach over and touch him. “Yes, he is and look at his paws. It’s white, and he has a white patch of hair in the middle of his forehead. It looks like a heart shape.The others don’t have it.” Jacob said in a voice laced with excitement. I placed a finger gently on the little one’s forehead and said, “It really does look like a heart! And you’re right, Jakey, the others don’t have the same mark. This little one sure is unique. How about