Hyrule Warriors Zant Novels & Stories

“I need to strategise. Zyler’s stamina is absurd. His regeneration is even worse… Just how long he can go for?" He glanced at his opponent. Zyler stood tall, barely winded. His weapons gleamed darker than before. His aura surged with monstrous consistency. “Your defeat is imminent, Danial!” Zyler bellowed, voice echoing. “You think just because everyone’s watching you, you can fight destiny?! I’ll prove you’re nothing but a pawn! A WEAK, BROKEN—” Suddenly, Zyler froze. A wet cough burst from his throat. SPLAT.

So I add, “Unless you’d rather it be her. I didn’t hesitate to use my own brother to feed the Hallow, so why wouldn’t I use his daughter?” Delaney flinches, then slowly, with trembling hands, reaches for the spellbook. The Hallow stirs in the shadows behind me, clearly pleased. I can’t help but smile. Everything is coming together. Soon, I’ll be the most powerful warlock in the world. With the Hallow at my side, no one will be able to stop me, not even the Warren Heir.

He instinctively stepped back a couple of steps, and the feeling faded. Griffin looked down at Hayley again. A wider grin spread across his face. Captain Gorgeous really did have a lot of hidden cards. After eliminating the fighters from all three bases, only a little over 100 zombies remained in the arena. Most of them had been killed by Ark Two's fighters. Hayley raised her hand and unleashed her water-element gift, something the crowd knew well. Water surged into the air around her. Thick waves of mist rolled across the battlefield. After several sweeping bursts, the remaining zombies were wiped out completely.

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.

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.

Charlie was most surprised when Zen told him to take the flank. “I’ll lead the charge,” Zen told them after assigning the new roles. “Do not be stingy about using holy water. Although I can heal you, I want to reserve that strength until absolutely necessary. Use the healing items I distributed and monitor your health meters. If it falls below thirty percent, I’ll cast an area heal. Stick close.” Revealing the ace weapon up his sleeve, Zen introduced the Holy Rifle that Damian modified. “Who knew this would come in handy?” Zen smirked. “I’m going to be the one firing this time because Damian is in charge of clearing the path.”

This is what I was born to do, and this is what I’ll do ‘til my final breath. “When you start with the philosophy shit, I start with the Zs,” Hendrix mocks. “Shut up and focus on the battle. Focus on being a werewolf. Being an Alpha.” Right now, warriors are going to their positions, strategically placed throughout the borders. With their updates through the mind link, I can almost see them, ears pricked, eyes scanning, and nostrils flaring. Ready. Fierce. In the watchtowers, specialized warriors have their wolfsbane dart guns at hand, hoping to knock our enemies out so we can interrogate them later. I shudder internally at the thought of one of those darts piercing my skin, but they’re a ne

The guy screamed out in pain, as blood started gushing out of his neck. ************************* "Noooooooooooo!!!!" Both Wise One and Herbert screamed out of their sleep, and start breathing heavily. "The Tyrant Hybrid has awoken!!" THE END Book two would be available starting from next month!

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.

He could investigate more because until now, the other member of the High Corps responsible for the investigation was not yet around. Ahldrin paused when suddenly a black smoke appeared, and a male fae wearing a black hooded robe stood. A long sword was resting on his back. Speaking of the devil. “Zanti, where the hell have you been?” Nahil exclaimed. Zanti bowed at Aserah and turned his attention to Nahil, “Why Nana? Did you miss me?” “In your dreams!” Nahil rolled her eyes. Ahldrin looked displeased as his forehead furrowed. Their blabbering was usual for him. They had been doing that for three hundred years already since Zanti pledged his loyalty to Noyuh as their deathly assassin and spy