Gothic Zelda Novels & Stories

Carrie replied. "Just them?" "Yeah. It's not easy. Some people have tried and died trying," Carrie said, her voice becoming serious. Zeda was silent for a moment. The casual mention of death connected to this 'Realm' sent a shiver down her spine. "So, it's assumed I'm a mage and that I've already ascended the Realm because of my silver eyes?" Zeda asked, the meaning of this finally hitting her. Carrie nodded. "Yeah. But it's crazy, Zeda! You don't even know anything about the supernatural world, let alone ascending the Realm. And what's even weirder is that you seem... human. I can't even feel the mana that mages usually have around you."

Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.

Damn it! Suddenly, the carvings on the coffin began to glow up in a faint red colour. They were writings of a language... "Ze tchse hea goh tuoah." She mumbled the writings out loud and tilted her head in thought. Where had she... Wasn't this in History? As she was lost in thought, the coffin began to illuminate bright red lights from the edges as the cave began to shake lightly. She was shaken out of her thoughts and her vision zeroed on the lit up coffin. Okay... What was happening?

It was overwhelming, but in the end, I was just glad, relieved, that I wasn’t still stuck in the Underworld. Because every time that I thought about that place, the hollow feeling inside my chest only seemed to worsen. Whenever that would happen, I'd look down at my wrist just to see that silver bracelet. But every time, it wouldn't be there. I left the Underworld. Why would that bracelet—a small, possibly imaginary trinket still be with me? It belonged there just like I hadn’t. And I was glad it had disappeared. "I'm surprised your mother isn't throwing a welcome back, Ava party," Zoe spoke up. She would've made it sound more sarcastic if it had been in the past.

Burgog wrote Lyla's name on a small piece of paper then took a duplicate and put it in a drawer. "Keep the card carefully. If you lose it, you will be fined." He warned. Lyla took the paper from Mr. Burgog's hand and put it in her pocket. The library had always been her favorite place. In fact, there was an underground library that contains books of witchcraf in her mother's house. However, the Gothic Academy's library was much larger. The books seemed to be countless. As she was selecting books on a row of towering shelves, her eyes caught the figure of a young man with shoulder-length black hair, talking to Mr. Burgog. The young man who Louisa had warned several times not to get into troub

Elysia's fingers brushed the moss-covered engravings, her mind racing to unlock the secrets they held. Nightfall found them at the edge of a dense forest, the path ahead obscured by darkness. Elara's voice was a soothing melody as she chanted an incantation, conjuring a globe of soft light that illuminated their way. Shadows danced on the fringes of their vision, a reminder that even in the realm of magic, dangers loomed.

- I ask as he grabs my shoulders and drags me down the hall from him, which has one of the burned-out bulbs. -I'm not. -He answers to open the door of the room. Then he shoves me inside and closes it quickly.- If you need to get out, call out my name! he says from the hall. As soon as I enter, I see Azael sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to me, resting his elbows on his knees and with his hands on his head, covering his face. There is an old carpet on the floor that has mold stains and the only furniture in the room are two bedside tables with several protruding chips and a worn-out wardrobe, giving the room a cold and distant touch. It gives me chills.

she said, and they stepped into the passage. When they reached the end, both Gildeon and Roselia halted. They both felt it—the weight of power draining away from their surroundings. Had Arah managed to kill the Headwitch? The last of the fog enclosure peeled away. Through the thinning mist, Gildeon saw the crumbling ruins of the prison in the distance. They stood in a clearing in the forest, and dawn was breaking. His attention caught on the ashes scattered across the ground. He crouched and scooped up a handful, scowling as his body tensed. This was Zylas. Incinerated—not by fire, but by something far more powerful.

“We are not about to have an argument! I will fly you all over two at a time, partner up now!” “You are a very scary fairy.” Balkin commented. “I’m a pixie!” “Woah, sorry!” I offered to go last. I was pretty impressed with Posy’s strength and endurance. I could see why she was Zelda’s right hand woman. The Malicious Ait sure looked...malicious. It had jagged rocks and it was smokey and dark. It almost felt haunted. “Does it say where she is?” Zeke asked. “No.” Cedric sighed. “Just that she is here.”

It was a mistake on his part, so he checked the sound settings once again. The strange structure in the gargoyle dungeon puzzled Zen. Everyone took their usual positions without communication, so Zen held his tongue. If the theme for the first ten floors was fantasy, the next ten floors were the labyrinth and maze. It was crawling full of undead creatures and Halloween-themed monsters specialising in debuffs and curses. “It’s here,” Sasha declared, and the girls leapt to the air even before Zen could understand what was happening. He was too distracted by the piercing shriek in his ears until he heard the sound of… raining bones?