Hyrule Warriors Volga Novels & Stories

They have sharp mandibles, cutting away at limbs easily. We move to the group of men fighting, I am about to head into battle when the overwhelming power of another Hunter makes me stop dead in my tracks. I look behind the men fighting what appears to be the last of the hydra. I see Ryker tearing away at its legs in hopes of bringing it down, while other hunters keep the heads occupied. Others are fighting desperately to keep the insects at bay, while they take on the hydra.

I hear the snapping of bones and I see my dad and Euan back in their human forms with basketball shorts on. “Her wolf commanded water, and I mean a shit ton of water, to carry off hundreds of rogues back across the borders. It went from the Eastern border where Rian, Cormac, and I were with the warriors all through the clearing that Euan and Junie were at. Marcus and Owen let us know when the rogues made it back outside our borders.” My dad says. “She commanded water? How?” Mom whispers. “You mean you didn’t hear her wolf howling?” Dad asks.

The trees swayed distorted. The rogue leader's jaws snapped mere inches from my face. I countered with a swipe of my claws, ripping the rogue leader’s ear. The rogue howled, enraged. I seized the opening, delivering a crushing blow. The rogue leader immediately crumpled, defeated. The remaining rogues rushed to me but it was easier for me. My claws singled around, cutting their heads, tails, and ears. The smart ones among them ran with one of their body part missing while the rest stayed to be killed completely.

The warriors under his command mirrored his intensity, ready to face whatever darkness emerged from the veil of night. Through the mind link, Chassy's voice, a steady cadence in the warriors' consciousness, advised them to prepare for the inevitable. The rogues, resilient and deeply entwined with their vampiric allies, would not yield so easily. The impending wave of adversaries became a looming challenge, a test of the pack's fortitude and unity.

“I don't think the werewolf king was that easy to kill, even if he attacked first. - Not easy, - Yarsi looked up at his friend, the room flashed with silver reflections, and Daitra's heir shuddered violently and pressed himself into an armchair. Yaroslav rubbed his eyes with his hand, trying to regain his normal vision. - It's not easy at all. But I think you know what kind of warriors there are in Vistolz. All these years I was engaged in martial arts together with their children. They accepted me and gave me as much knowledge as they gave their warriors. What I did not get in Miros I took in Vistolz.

They fell in line, shifted to their hybrid form as did the other hybrids in the line, then squared up, waiting to attack the approaching vampires. Drawing closer, the vampires quickened their pace. The pace of some vampires accelerated until they closed the space, soaring like bats in the air. The hybrids swiped their claws upward at the vampires the second they closed in, striking the vampires that came their way. The clawed vampires fell back, the ones that parried struck back with their claws. Some vampires threw nearly all KR warriors aside.

They had no more time for hesitation. Beside him, Rune and Lioren worked tirelessly, helping teach the new warriors how to wield the weapons. These were no ordinary tools; they required skill, precision, and a deep understanding of the forces that flowed through them. The young warriors who had been brought into Veyra's army in recent months were raw, untested, but they were determined—eager to prove their worth. Rune and Lioren guided them, teaching them not just the mechanics of wielding these ancient weapons, but the spirit that must accompany them.

Thomas was battling with Kyle, which meant Hilda had to take on Sonnia. Meanwhile, Rex charged at Michy with a sword. When the match started, Hilda ran around trying to dodge Sonnia's attacks while sneaking glances at Nathan and Linux' battle. How cool they were! In the game, Nathan was the golden armored God of War while Linux was the white robed swordsman. Both had their own merits and had different types of attacks. They exchanged a few blows and it was dazzling to watch. On the other hand, Kyle and Thomas were also equally matched. Truth was, it was difficult to tell one apart from the other.

Fueled by the prospect of profit and conquest, their goals were somewhat predictable and yet fighting them was anything but. A steamboat had come into sight, its passengers were machine warriors sitting idle with their retractable harpoon cannons raised. At the helm, the clear shape of sapient riders stood out. The Kolysian citizens themselves, raising their weapons as they hollered towards the escaping voltiirs. More followed, as all seven came into view. Filled to the brim with both machines and men. Froster waited before the group’s bulk came into range of the autocross, he wanted the right angle where all of the bolts would hit something.

He lifts my small wounded and broken wolf form to jump onto the land and lay me down on it softly. Once assured that I was safe, he turns around to the other rogue and that's when the fight begins. 10 seconds....I just counted till 10 seconds to see the rogues fall down dead. One's neck was teared apart from his body while the other was bleeding to death. Pushing their dead bodies into the running water , Volkan clears his snout of their blood in the running stream to only turn around to approach me. I laid there, lifeless and still.