Hyrule Warriors Impa Novels & Stories

Slightly annoyed, I glanced over to my left to see that the nearby torches were still well protected under the awning, but something—or someone—was blocking their light. Now, most Guardians are in impeccable shape. We are much stronger and a lot of the time more defined than the majority of humans, thanks to our hybrid genes. Not to mention, if Viking invaders weren't enough to keep you in shape, then Strigoi sure as hell were. But this guy...he was one of the largest men I had ever seen. His shoulders were covered by a hooded cloak made out of a material I had never seen before, but the shadowed outline from the flickering light gave away their broadness and impressive stature. His legs wer

The only problem was that they weren’t warriors and were mostly females who had been kept for pleasure purposes until freed by Alpha Jasper. “Are they willing to fight?” I couldn’t keep the sarcasm from my voice, these hybrids were weak and timid, an attribute that would not serve them well on the battlefield. “They are.” Alpha Jasper replies. “They want to do their part, but they are still afraid.” “They will get themselves killed if they don’t pull up their girl pants.” Rogue scoffs. I’m about to reply but my train of thought is derailed when I feel pressure against the front of my brain causing me to rub my temples. The pressure got heavier, and my beast woke up growling but calmed down w

And with all the training I had received since joining the Gamma Warrior program, I could keep my shapely body and build strength and stamina. Once I am officially 21, I can formally join the ranks of our Gamma's Warrior System. I'll try to simplify it. There are five classes in total, which are your training phase. We can start as early as 16-17 to prepare for our first shift on the first full moon after our 18th birthday—classes 1 and 2 specialized in strength, stamina, and pain endurance training. Shifting is a nasty business, not to forget the pain.

The sword began to tingle in his grip as Rhychard blocked another swing. He could hear the words the other Warriors were chanting and soon the words began to make sense to him even though he couldn't make them out. He focused on Mephalus, but he repeated the same chant as the others, reaching with everything Kree taught him into the sword. He felt the other Warriors, felt their lifelines. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a tall, thin elf with long blond hair look at him, a smile on his face. Then he nodded at Rhychard and melted into the air, his life force flowing toward Rhychard and entering the sword once again. The blade pulsed with the added energy and Rhychard felt it grow more soli

His warriors—hybrids twisted by forbidden rites—followed, their eyes hollow and feral. “We’re outnumbered,” said Ryker grimly as he approached, blood trailing down the side of his face. “They’ve brought everyone.” “We don’t need everyone,” Kael replied, a savage smile spreading across his face. “We just need purpose.” From behind the walls of the ancient ruin—the last bastion still standing—pack warriors gathered. Zira, now a battle-hardened healer with war paint across her cheeks, tightened her grip on a bow laced with moon-enchanted silver. Toren, once a cautious scout, stood beside her, the Crescentblade in hand.

From within came the faint echo of laughter—distant, patient, familiar. Mia drew her sword. “This ends now.” The fissure split wider, the ground trembling. Shadows poured out, forming shapes—dozens of them, humanoid but incomplete. Fragments of the Rogue King, each a sliver of his will. Damian barked orders. “Circle formation! Protect the core!” The Hybrids moved as one, blades and elements igniting in a flash of power. Fire met shadow, and lightning carved through mist. The air filled with the clash of energy and screams of things that shouldn’t exist.

she asked in a whisper, not wanting anyone to overhear her question. “His name is Cornelius, aka bad guy, aka, head of the hydras,” Amelia introduced Cornelius to Adelia. “I thought as much,” Adelia responded. “Shhh, listen!” Cara scolded the two and they straightened up and focused their attention on Arthur, who had now signaled for the crowd to be quiet. “We have been receiving reports from our warriors that the hydras have struck again and this time, their attack was fatal and it cost us three of our best warriors,” Arthur revealed to the crowd and they all gasped at the news while murmuring could be heard.

Yes, there were kingdoms that were separated, the werewolves, vampires, witches, and humans, but since I was a hybrid, and the high king, whoever desired to live in my kingdom was more than welcome, regardless of where they came from, as long as they followed the kingdom’s rules, they were more than welcome, and so far in the past six hundred years, I’ve had no problem which I could not maintain or control. “This is beautiful” Kiara said smiling at me, I smiled and wrapped my arms around her pulling her to stand in front of me, resting my chin on her shoulder, I slowly turned my face around to kiss her cheek making her smile, her eyes lighting up as each firework blew in the air.

General Amber shouted. The Aquan armies thundered in the wide space across us. King Hydrae and General Thud were in front. Even standing a few meters away, I could sense the dark aura they possess. "Let's go," King Suxx told General Amber. They both galloped their horses forward. I saw King Hydrae and General Thud did the same. I opened my auditory senses to the fullest extent of my capacity to hear their talk. The four stopped at the middle. "Mighty king of Ignis Hella," King Hydrae said. "Just surrender now and spare the lives of your armies," he said.

As we descended into the subterranean colosseum, the noise became overwhelming. Two thousand warriors filled the stone tiers of the cavern. These were the Shadow Warriors—the battle-scarred outcasts of the Dead Woods. They were alphas, betas, and omegas who had been rejected by their birth packs, criminals who had survived the brutal winter wilderness, and veterans of forgotten border wars. They didn't wear uniforms; they wore heavy furs, iron chains, and leather straps over bodies covered in jagged claw scars. They were savage, and radiated a volatile pressure.