Gothic Zelda Novels & Stories

I was the only place in the entire estate where no one looked at me and saw a mistake. That morning I carried my treasures there: the porcelain doll’s hand, the black scale (now wrapped in silk and hidden inside a tin box), and a book I had stolen from the library (The Chronicles of Eldoria, Volume III, the one with the torn page that showed a serpent prince with eyes of living fire). I was tracing the outline of his face with a finger when I heard humming. Soft. Sweet. Like warm honey dripping off a spoon. Isla toddled around the corner, dragging a stuffed rabbit twice her size. She wore a white dress embroidered with tiny roses, grass stains already on the hem. Her curls were tied with blu

Zelda's POV Through the tinted glass, I looked out at the remote village. It was a stark contrast to the sprawling, high-tech corporate concrete of the Blackwood territory or the gilded luxury of the Brooks ancestral lands. Here, the air smelled of turned earth, wild fertilizer, and the sharp, clean scent of cedar pine. Fields of green stretched out toward the horizon, bordered by ancient stone walls. But the atmosphere wasn't welcoming. As we drove down the narrow dirt road, the locals, simple pack-dwellers, their wolves closer to the surface than the city-bred elites, stopped what they were doing.

It's beautiful. Students move across the grounds in clusters, some already in uniform, others dragging bags behind them. And everywhere— Beasts. Not just one kind. Dozens. I have only read about the beasts and bonds. Old books with outdated photos. Skyless Keep, the prison I once called home, had a small library with about 12 beat up history books. They only allowed books regarding Elarion, Nythera, and Solvaris. I read them until the words were permanently etched into my brain. Suddenly, I'm ripped from my thoughts. I'm surrounded my beasts and magic and students everywhere. While I thought I would be afraid to see the beasts so close, I'm actually in awe.

A sigh escapes my lips as dread washes over me, realising I didn't have a coat or an umbrella. Absolutely brilliant. Way to go, Rose. I place my hand on the glass door, knowing that soon I will be drenched. I turn to face the old librarian as she approaches the door, "Goodbye." I say softly, then walk out into the freezing cold rain, the wind whipping at my skin and causing my ebony hair to stick to my face.

"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.

Grace also wanted him out of play but she had treated him nicely by not taking the laws into her hand. By kidnapping Raymond. He had overstepped his boundaries. He had committed a grave mistake. He would face the music and danced to the tunes. Grace fell weakly on her knees. He held her head hard together with both hands like she didn't want it exploding off her neck. She breathed heavily with loud gasps. She stared at the name written on the wall. She kept swallowing her saliva as she seemed stuck on her knees. Suddenly, she sprang up and went inside. Palmer had declared war and that was what she would give her. She fetched her all time dose, the vaccine for turning into a zombie, the eyele

Zane ordered the golem, and the golem opened the Ver De Terre's mouth, wide open for the Exploblast to shoot inside it and blast a hole in its back, killing it instantly. Clarisse felt victorious, Zane was tired, and Lucia ran out of energy. Zane runs to Lucia, this time, he's the one lending a hand to help her stand. Zane inhaled deeply and said, "you two did a good job, I couldn't do anything useful but just command for a little." "How did you summon that War Golem? It's a grandmaster-level spell," Lucia was intrigued and smiled. "I had a potion for it. When I ran to grab my sword, I saw it. That's why I grabbed it cause I thought 'why not' since it's no harm to be overprotective," Zane bl

It told her of something she had never known—something buried in the past. Long ago, when Zelda was just a child and her mother was still young, there had been a woman destined to give birth to quadruplets. But these weren’t ordinary children. Two of them carried a terrible fate—they were meant to open the veil to the Nether, a gateway that would unleash unspeakable horrors upon the earth. Beings that had been forbidden from existence would return, and the world would never be the same. Zelda’s mother, knowing the devastation this would bring, had acted before it was too late. She cast a powerful spell upon the woman, rendering her barren, ensuring that the prophecy would never come to pass.

When they crossed the street, a tiptoeing boy greeted them with the flashiest smile she's ever seen, cherry lollipop sticking out of his mouth, "Gooood morning, captain! Gooood morning, ma- oh." Aster has no words for what she felt when their eyes first met. All the noises of the world became muffled, incoherent static, slowly fading into nothingness. Her surroundings gradually became blurry until all she could see was the insufferable golden-haired boy. It was electric. It was a rush of heat wave slowly making its way up from her chest, to the tips of her ears and to her head, effectively shutting down her every thought in mere seconds. A tingling sensation that coursed through every vein i