Kokiri Zelda Novels & Stories

Regina quipped. Zelda couldn't hold back the anger in her body, so she quickly approached Regina and wanted to show off. Zelda reached out her hand to forcefully push Regina's shoulder, but Regina gently leaned over. Zelda's eyes widened as she lost her balance. After that, Zelda wanted to grab Regina's collar but missed her again.

Zelda stammered said: "Hi! Are you OK? Sorry my brother hit you so hard. Maybe he couldn't contain himself. In this, he is the one in the wrong. If you want compensation, just tell me." Clyde laughed and calmly replied: "Oh yeah, I am fine. Just skin wounds, only a few days will heal. Thank you for being so interested." Then Zelda walked straight towards Oralie, startling me. She stroked Oralie's hair and looked at Oralie without taking her eyes off her. Does it seem that Zelda is assessing whether Oralie is Steven's biological child or not?

"Endore died in front of me, and there is no way she can be alive after handling the powerful spell of that dark witch." "Are you sure? It was a dark witch?" Wylder asked. "Positive. I have seen her once. I don’t know her name." "What was the name of the other party in the contract except for Tiara?" "It was…" "Zelda?" "Yes! Yes! The one. But how do you know this name?" Circe said, nodding her head. "Because the dark witch about whom you are talking is Zelda," Wylder said, gritting his teeth.

Lia nodded firmly, gripping her crowbar. "I’ll keep them busy!" Riska pulled out her remaining flare gun, ready to fire. The first Corrosion Zombie stepped forward, ready to strike. Lia lunged forward, swinging her crowbar toward the zombie. CRASH! The zombie staggered, but didn't fall. Its corrosive skin seemed tough enough. "They're incredibly strong!" Lia shouted. Behind Lia, Bima dragged his feet, moving toward the largest Corrosion Zombie. He had to get that mushroom.

Zelda’s pov I was sitting in my chair, drinking some red wine. The red color of the wine glowed on the dress. I was standing close to the table where all the dresses and coats were put. All were pretty, expensive and unique pieces. I touched it nd smiled. Everything should be perfect!!! No mistakes!! Afterall I am Zelda!!! The iron hand dominant of this house. The door opened with a little noise. My spy came into the house making a strange face expression and closed the door behind her. I raised my glass. “what have you brought today?

Zelda interrupted. She was wearing a sleek black overall battle outfit. Silver bullet hanging on her waist and two matching hand guns. A silver mask covered the lower half of her face, leaving only her sharp brown eyes. "An honor for the human clan," Zelda repeated, she gestured for them to sit. Tyron ignores her, instead choosing to stand next to Helixa "Chief Zelda, I am afraid we didn't just come for a friendly visit," she said directly. "We're here to discuss ending the war between werewolves and humans."

Zelda's eyes sparkled with gratitude as she accepted the warm elixir, recognizing the love and thoughtfulness behind Elliot's gesture. Savoring the first sip, Zelda's curiosity got the better of her. "Are you a student, Elliot?" she inquired playfully, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes. Elliot chuckled, shaking his head in response. "No, dear sister, I am not a student. In fact, I am a chemistry lecturer at a prestigious university here in Jakarta."

The hood was replaced with a tall crown made of branches. I wasn’t sure if I should smile or be terrified for my life. It was Zelda. She looked down at us curiously before looking back at the Minotaurs. A smile spread across her face. “Kill them all.”

“Let’s stop training on this note for today and head back to the castle.” “Yes, Master.” Kira’s power was strong, strong enough to overpower a vampire. That’s something you don’t see everyday. It came out when I was about to ‘attack’ her. That was the trigger.This probably meant that it makes itself known when it sensed that Kira was in danger. I need to tell this to Ellemea. Maybe she’d understand this better. ………………………………………………………. “Zander,” I mind-linked from my throne room. “Please come to the throne room. I’m back.”

Zelda's voice whispered through our mind link as she squatted before me, setting the tray down and lifting the cup. "Please, take it," she begged, her voice a soft plea. "I can't, this reeks of wolfsbane, James," I retorted, my gaze piercing through him as he stood near the entrance. "Drink it, you imbecile, unless you want to see your precious mate suffer," James threatened, well aware of my powerlessness within the confines of this wretched dungeon. My fingers brushed against Zelda's as I controlled the cup to my lips, ready to comply, but James's next words halted my action.