Gothic Zelda Novels & Stories

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

She was like a vampire, hungrily draining my blood. I did not even think twice. I booted her off me like she was nothing but a dirty old rag. She sprawled by the door, panting like she had run a marathon. Her voice raspy as she cackled at me, "Bet you didn't see this coming, huh? Only the dead set for cremation get out of the morgue, and I was lying in wait, just thirsty for your blood, you little snake!" My blood fell to the floor and soaked into Jim, who was like a ghost. His see-through form turned a deep red, his eyes glowing with a fiery rage as he fixed his gaze on the key and the factory contract in my hand.

With a small smile, Aiden turned around and walked away but Zelda kept standing, I could feel anger emanating from her very existence. “Enjoy it while it lasts” she hissed, “I know Aiden like the back of my hand so go home, that’s where you belong” “But he will come back to me anyways so you are clearly the loser here” Rolling my eyes to the back of my head, I turned away from her but that scent filled my nose again—the scent from the bookstore that day. I abruptly turned but Zelda was already on her way back but the scent was very strong now. “Only you can feel me this way, Lycan blood” a loud voice whispered in my ears, “they can’t feel me like you do”

‘Hey why are you walking like the dead ones’? ‘The dead ones?’ ivory asked with question marks all over her face ‘what are those, are they zombies’. ‘I don’t know what zom…be is but the dead ones are an army of dead people created by dark witches five hundred years ago, the dead walks pretty slow but one scratch from them and you’re one of them too’ Natasha explained. ‘Definitely zombies’ ivory murmured. ‘So why are you walking like the dead ones’ Natasha asked. ‘Would you join my team, I’m creating a team with whom I would go to Buklime Mountain with to go gather some herbs and more importantly the ice lotus for merit points’

The mere thought of the perils that would befall me if I betrayed that trust sent shivers down my spine. Try as I might, I couldn't shake off the lingering sense of danger that clung to me like a shadow. In this treacherous game, safeguarding Zea's secret became my lifeline. It was a pact forged in fear and necessity, and each passing moment only intensified the weight of my predicament. I knew I had to tread lightly, and navigate the murky waters of this clandestine world with caution.

Paul continues, seemingly horrified by the thought of taking me to this king. “I— I don’t want to go. Can’t we—“ “No.” Paul looks wholly defeated. “I’m sorry but we have no choice. So we’re going on a trip.” “Where is this place?” I ask. “The invizibil isles. A small group of islands that humans aren’t aware of. It’s basically a hidden society filled with vampires.” Felix responds and he looks annoyed at having to take me to this place just as much as Paul. I swallow nervously. “When do we leave?”

Brandon set his camcorder on a tripod at the other side of the table, almost against the back wall, to keep in frame not only us, but also the loads of documents before us. We’d spent about thirty minutes going through records when one of the old maps caught my attention. “Look,” I said, showing it to Brandon. “See this town, Greenwich? It was flooded when they built the Quabbin.” He leaned in, studying the area I was pointing at with a curious frown. “So? What’s so special about it? Flooded graveyard or something like that?” I rolled my eyes. Of course the West Coast alien didn’t know. “Lovecraft’s The Dunwich Horror was sort of based in this town. And The Color Out of Space was set in this

Zelda's voice whispered through our mind link as she squatted before me, setting the tray down and lifting the cup. "Please, take it," she begged, her voice a soft plea. "I can't, this reeks of wolfsbane, James," I retorted, my gaze piercing through him as he stood near the entrance. "Drink it, you imbecile, unless you want to see your precious mate suffer," James threatened, well aware of my powerlessness within the confines of this wretched dungeon. My fingers brushed against Zelda's as I controlled the cup to my lips, ready to comply, but James's next words halted my action.

"When you are scared but you still do it anyway, that's brave" ~Neil Gaiman Panic.. Chaos.. This is the only thing I am seeing since the past 5 minutes.. All the pack members especially shewolfs and pups were distressed, Theo ordered them all through the mind link to move towards the pack house, we had secret underground rooms build there for such emergencies. "Celeste, lead them to safety, the men will be fighting with us" Theo grabs my hand, explaining the plan.

Lucas had been gone for hours, leaving me to the not so careful ministrations of Magda. The wart nosed witch who I had clobbered over the head with a candlestick. She was hunched forwards with a permanent hunchback and cloudy milky white eyes signalling that her eyesight was diminished with cataracts. She almost looked like she had taken a step out of a Greek mythology book and was actually one of the fabled grey sisters, who determined all living creatures fate. Perhaps she was, all myths derived from elements of truth. Any second now she was going to pull out a pair of rusty old scissors and cut my life cord into two. I held back a giggle at the thought.