Gothic Zelda Novels & Stories

“You took a hard hit. Are you sure you’re alright?” “I’m fine,” she said, though the pain in her side begged to differ. “We need to focus on what’s here.” They turned their attention to the altar, which now glowed faintly with a dark, pulsing light. Zoe stepped forward cautiously, her heart pounding as she reached out to touch it. As her fingers made contact, a surge of visions flooded her mind - images of Caelum, his twisted plans, and the source of his dark power. She saw flashes of a hidden chamber, deep within the ruins, where something ancient and unspeakable awaited.

Searching for meaning--- DEATH won't separate LOVE Behind the shadows--- MONEY is not enough to buy TRUST Change is possible--- JUSTICE won't be attained if you don't know how to ACCEPT Finding God--- A foe to God was never a friend to MANKIND. Sorrow--- NO WAY, an OATH. Four souls wagered for the good, Let thy stars attest thee, Of these tainted blood, Ready to be spilled. Everything makes sense now; does the pen pertains to Jeremy GLOSS himself? But how was he involved in the Netherworld? How did he DIE again? "Hey, stop spacing out," Grey violently patted my back, that I almost fell on my seat.

“What job am I going to do today?” “Hm,” he looked at the tablet he was holding, scrolling through a few pages before looking at her. “Your schedule is packed Ms. Calixto.” “Am I really starting now? I don’t even know what she does! Like… her mannerisms or something. Don’t people know that about her?” Rojean panicked, looking around the room if there was something she could base Gizelle off from. “Sei liked her black clothes. Do you fancy wearing black clothes? Are you okay wearing black clothes?” Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room.

Drago had a death grip on her arm, trying to calm her, but who could be calm at a time like this? The golden beast lumbered toward them, then stopped directly in front of Drago, letting out a low growl, steam puffing from it’s huge nostrils. When Drago growled in return, Madchen jumped, trying to free herself from Drago’s grip, but he wasn’t letting her go.

But somewhere in all of this, I began to notice how much more it was becoming. It wasn’t until one particularly dangerous mission that I felt the full weight of our connection. We had been sent into the heart of a heavily infected zone to retrieve some critical data, and we found ourselves face to face with a horde of zombies. It was a close call, one that nearly cost us everything.

“I meant politely, you little glowing gremlin! Not stalk a human like a curious cat discovering light bulbs!” “Well,” Yin straightened, lowering his voice dramatically, “about that... I was investigating the rumors. The ones about the land god’s successor. Just to verify.” “And?” Yin grinned. “Guess what, my lord?” “Tell me right now or I will punch your Adam’s apple through the phone screen.” “Selena Collins,” Yin said, glancing around theatrically like he was revealing royal gossip, “has the mark and it's already activating, centered, humming with spiritual inertia. I saw it myself. The land god prophecy nailed it.”

For a brief moment, he considered running, but the men behind him made it clear that running would be a terrible idea. Paulo stepped aside and gestured toward the entrance. “Go in.” Lewis swallowed hard as he accepted his ill fate. Slowly, he walked inside with the hope that if he attended to the woman on time, he would be able to leave. ***** The inside of the mansion was just as intimidating as the outside. Shining marble floors, high ceilings with diamond chandeliers. The paintings on the walls looked older than the building itself. Also, it smelled expensive. But none of that mattered to Lewis as he was ushered into the hallway.

She said confusing Alec more. “You don't know?” Alec asked and Lilith shook her head. She was trying to keep her heart at bay as Alec stood beside her. “I’m looking for a weapon I can call my own, I want a new one.” Lilith said and Alec went forward. “What about a bow and arrow?” He asked and Lilith raised an eyebrow. “What are we in? The 17th century?” She asked and put the bow and arrows down and looked around. His eyes then caught something that he knew would be perfect for her.

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

She appeared cunning for the first time. “Help? Either you are naïve, or you have great faith in me. Witches don’t help, girl. They deal.” Zelda said and stood from the mattress. She moved around and touched the vines. The twigs shook letting out the same hissing sound again. The beautiful flowers all turned dark. Black. Pitch-black. They were dead? “No, they aren’t dead. They had always been black, dark. But I like their vibrant colors.” Zelda phrased reading my thoughts.