Gothic Zelda Novels & Stories

Today is Friday! The most exciting day of Zelda's life. A day she had marked as the best day ever because she was going to get married to her soulmate, the one who had never ceased to make her heart ache. His name is victor. Zelda sat by the edge of her bed, admiring her bridal gown which hung on the dummy stand. It was so beautiful that she couldn't stop staring at it. She has longed to wear a bridal gown. For years, Zelda watched her friends get mated while hers never showed up. She felt the moon goddess hates her so much for not giving her a mate at the initial stage.

My focus then moved to the ancient monument along the river. My senses became acute, and I became persuaded that something dangerous was taking place. "Is this the work of that werewolf?" I recalled the various magical events I'd had with Rafe earlier while exploring the werewolf's secret and the secrets of our previous incarnations. I dashed to the ancient monument by the river, convinced that reading its ancient inscriptions would solve the mystery. Then, all of a sudden, I heard footsteps. I turned to see a big black wolf emerge. It was a dark black creature with what appeared to be black flames on its back.

-Edited- The girl is in a dire state. Her mind is wholly blank in option. A doll who claimed to be her guardian is glaring at her while waving the tiny embroidered red fan. [You can call me Cheng] The tiny creature closes the fan in his hand hence continues his rambles while the girl listens to it attentively... She must know what is going on with her after death... [A guardian who guides you throughout your way... For your information, you had fallen in a controlled system called the Z system...]

❤️❤️ Aftermath (Part 4) ❤️❤️ Zelda landed outside the forest, Zelda was back to his four paws quickly, and tried to re-enter the forest, but a tail stopped him, more tails came out from the ground, building a fence.

The two dragons glided along for a few hours before Slate began to descend over a field in the territory of a kingdom closer to his own lair and far enough away from Beelzanborg that the soldiers who were clearly rallying to come after the Heart of Magic couldn’t reach them--yet. He touched down in a field of golden wheat, catching the sunbeams and sparkling like each stalk was made of a precious metal.

As they stepped into the cool, damp air of the night, the rain had transformed into a light drizzle, misting the surroundings in a haze. The world outside felt lush and alive, yet ominous with an undercurrent of uncertainty. George led the way, Elora and Maya close behind, each step bringing them closer to a sanctuary that felt both like a refuge and a line crossed. "Stay close," George advised, casting a watchful glance over his shoulder. "We don't know who might be watching."

Zelda was in disbelief, and he slammed the piece of paper down on the table heavily. “Hurry up and ask Jackson what is the situation there! Why hasn’t he returned yet?!” Zelda said. At this moment, a green poisonous fog suddenly appeared in his field of vision. The young kid who was about to make a phone call suddenly started foaming at the mouth after he fell to the ground. “What is happening?!” Everyone was surprised. Right after that, more and more people began falling to the ground. Zelda started panicking as he stuttered, “This is… the thousand years poison!”

The call was providing us with some sort of protection, the same way it did in the tree the night I found my ‘bear-man’, Cain. Once inside the clearing. the glow stopped and there we stood in the open cold air with only the moon to illuminate the area. What the hell? “Am…so it stopped.” I said nervously to Zylith not liking our situation. “That’s because we’re here. Come on.” Zylith walked past me and then disappeared right before my eyes. A wave of panic rose in me just as her hand reached out and grabbed the bottom of my jacket, pulling me in. Once inside I was awestruck by the magnificent gothic-style castle before me. It was obviously old but still perfectly intact. Zylith walked up to t

Once again, Zelda found herself ensnared in the clutches of a recurring dream. Its familiar landscapes and haunting symbols etched themselves into her consciousness. However, this time, a new element entered the surreal stage—a mysterious woman offering her a goblet filled with wine. Intrigued yet cautious, Zelda's hand reached out and clasped the cup, but instead of indulging in the intoxicating liquid, she flung it toward the enigmatic woman. Anger contorted the woman's features as she lunged towards Zelda, her movements betraying a desire for retaliation.