Impa Zelda Hyrule Warriors Novels & Stories

Zelda Susan Wenger was half-dragged, half-carried out of the ward. I, Zelda Liamson, was too lazy to stay in the ward any longer, so I followed her out. Susan’s face was pale, and she looked weak all over, but her scarlet eyes burned with hatred as she stared at me. “I’m done, don’t be so proud! The wedding was ruined, your husband disappeared on the wedding day to pick up his childhood love, and you... !”

They instead stepped on the ones that had fallen to the ground as they matched towards us. I saw some if the zombies near the infirmary and I was about screaming for Queen Zelda to call them back when I noticed that they weren't paying any attention to the building but were instead walking towards us, slowly but steadily. Their roars and shouts could be heard from a me away and I could feel the ground underneath me shake and rumble as they marched. They also didn't seem to even notice any of us as they all marched towards where Queen Zelda stood. As I saw all of these, I knew at once that I ahd already won the war. There was no doubt about it. "Queen Zelda," Iago muttered and I turned to see

“What's the point of participating in that pointless battle? You guys are too slow, like a turtle; you don't know when you can crawl to the finish line." Zelda and Hilda beside her also laughed when Diana mocked us. Even a hot-tempered person like Evelyn can't help it; she sticks out her claws. “If I rob it now, it will be quick.” She moved her words when Zelda and Hilda also entered a battle stance. Just a few seconds ago, I saw a slightly skinny Hilda with a literary figure; now, his body is so muscular, so full of strength, that his shirt is torn. As for Zelda, the blue veins from his neck were protruding, and gradually his whole body was covered with tendons, looking extremely fierce.

More adventure await, hopefully they overcome it or Maybe not. The End

I earned this glory through my own hands and my own skills. Lycan takes my hand and leads me to the thrones. Two chairs sit side-by-side—the Alpha King’s and the Queen’s. We sit, facing the assembly. The presiding Elder announces: "I officially pronounce Halen Rhodes as the Queen of the Werewolf Kingdom! Long live Queen Halen!" "Long live Queen Halen!" The roar of the crowd is deafening. I look out at the sea of faces, at the people who truly respect me, and a wave of emotion hits me. I did it. I went from the bullied daughter of a **Delta** to the Queen of a nation. I went from a broken, betrayed girl to a legendary healer.

my father says, his tone respectful but tense, “what brings you here at this late hour?” “Harold, I felt her awaken. If I had been asleep I might have missed it, but I highly doubt that. It was quite a surge of power. It was nearly double what I felt from the last hunter awakening and they were of age. I could not risk waiting until morning. We need to take precautions and we need to put them in place immediately.” I know Calliope said we were special but right now I feel the exact opposite of special. I’m starting to worry.

"Lyra, listen to me. He's not himself right now. He's at his most powerful, and that's dangerous. For you, for everyone." I wrenched my arm free, my voice firm. "I don't care about the danger none of you can stop me from going in. Who would help out?"" "Just let her go!" Sierra's voice was the last thing I heard before stumbling inside the room. The room was dark but a little light and visible. My eyes dropped on Sage struggling to keep steady his body shivering in pain. "Sage" I call out barely above a whisper as my heart thundered trying to rip out.

“I told you to leave Orion. That means don’t talk to him either!” “Ooh, I’m so scared,” Impa raised his hands and chuckled. “I can just finish you off now,” he smirked and appeared before Miall. “While you’re passing out, maybe I should just beat it out of you, don’t you think? This foolish dream of you making it back out there? You die here!” Impa roared as he sent Miall flying. He bounced on the ground roughly before coming to a stop. Miall couldn’t help but cry out in pain as he clutched his wounded arm. Impa chuckled some more as he skipped towards Miall.

he said, still turning his back on Clyde before finally entering the house. Clyde's face lit up instantly when he heard Simeon's word. "Yes!" he exclaimed joyfully as he lay down on the grass once more. "Are you that happy?" Callie inquired as she approached him. She knelt beside him and stroked his perspiring brow. "I would like to be like him." "Are you referring to my Papa Simeon?" "He's very cool, just like the Japanese samurai warriors I see in movies," he exclaimed.

**************************************FLASHBACK****************************************** Tyndale asked, walking slowly towards the duo. With each step, the mud below his soles boiled. Daito twitched his eyebrows a little. The words seemed to be getting through to him “Ah yes, I get it now. They have you under a slave emblem! No wonder you are this weak, needing the help of that vile creature to fight me!” Jericho shrieked back, it seemed to understand Tyndale's words and they didn’t settle well with it. Protected by the swarm of purple embers, Ladzgery went on the offensive, charging towards the duo.