Hyrule Warrior Link Novels & Stories

A risk clearly being exploited by Rising Star. Cillian and I fought as a pair, just as we had taught the recruits. To take on a hybrid solo meant death. For hours Shadowlands fought for survival. Chased up and down the valley, darting in between trees, never able to catch a breath. The howls were deafening. Especially the ones of agony. We struggled with one grey-furred hybrid. With its golden eyes flashing we knew its original spirit’s human had been one of Rising Star’s prize Beta Warriors.

But then the luna suddenly spoke up breaking the silence, "Are you thirsty, we have coffee, tea, beer, whisky..." The alpha's eyes shifted from me to her as his brows furrowed, I could tell that he was tense with my presence in his pack-house, let alone on his land. "Um, just some water if it's not too much trouble," I said slowly sitting forward on my seat. For a brief moment I noticed her eyes glaze over which surprised me, she quickly noticed my expression and smiled, "Sorry, it's just allot quicker to mind link someone than actually go looking for them."

Yahya materialized in front of them. Yahya was the lady who healed Moria in the dungeon. She was a priest and a dryad in origin. Using her attribute that belongs to the natural category her specialty lies in purification and healing at the same time. Lalia nodded at her, and they turned their gaze to their contracted master. Waiting for the orders they shall receive. “The second Milieus Executive is surely a Black mahò user so Yahya will be an effective opponent with her, in terms of strength we can manage for sure, no need to worry Johann,” Lalia confidently stated.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

Another magickal menace to stir up the people's fear? Brand forced himself to look away from the crowd and search out his mate. While her dress was ripped and her face covered in mud, her grey eyes stormed in defiance. His warrior princess had not given in to despair. Their eyes locked and suddenly, he heard her voice in his head. I will fight until my last breath, min vakre ulv. If we must travel to Valhalla together, then so be it.

After all, It's not every day they get to take a day off. The warriors dispersed leaving only him in the area. "Get the warriors who work the night shift today to take over right now. There's been a battle." He mindlinked his second in command. "Got that sir." His second-in-command replied through the link within seconds. After cutting off the link, George put his hands to his nose inhaling the smell of the blood which had belonged to the rogue. It smelled nothing like a rogue but different. It was slippery and dark, he observed. Something was amiss.

Drake shouldn’t be there. ‘But you can’t stop the Alpha King, Emily.’ Emily cursed again and again until she reached the outside of the forest. Warriors were dead; the scene was brutal and bloody. ‘Emily, take care. There are so many Hunters around. Keep yourself alive,’ Leia reminded her as the link between them vanished. Worried and fearful. It was written on Emily’s face as she heard the chirping sounds of the quicksilver weapons of Hunters. She climbs up the big Oak tree and hides through its canopy. No one could see or even smell her but her forehead knitted as she looked down and saw some rouges.

We only have four warriors on the border patrol, with a couple more rotating between the various borders. I see some rogues attacking our warriors. I could feel others close but not so close enough. I and my Beta, Gamma jump to attack those rogues who are trying to kill our warriors. I jump into the conflict pulling a rogue off Jenny's back. It was just about to rip her throat out. Turning around to my other side, I notice my other warrior is lying on the ground, wounded badly and two rogues are trying to kill him. I rip the two rogues off him, killing them both before shifting and moving to the side of my warrior. His condition is not well. I mind-link with our pack doctor to come over here

I assured, standing up. And I promise, I trained them lightly, going through arrows exercise to shooting to other weapon usage that didn't have to do with sparing. The injury was starting to take a toll on me as my healing was slow. I could barely stand on my own and was beginning to feel the impact on the sun. I had to use the spear to hold myself and act that I was okay. Soon, training time ended and it was time to head out. As I head back, I notice Xylah sneaking out, while wearing a dark hoodie, thus I have to abandon returning to the room and follow her to where she was going.

Despite his age, his presence commanded absolute respect. Recognition. The weight of an old truth finally coming to light. “She is the Hybrid Princess,” my grandfather declared, his voice steady, unwavering. “The heiress to the lost bloodline. And she will be acknowledged as such.” Silence. Then— One by one, the warriors knelt. Some hesitated, still grappling with the reality before them. But they did not deny it. They did not resist it. Valkyrie, standing tall, did not flinch. But I saw it—the flicker of emotion in her eyes.