Maple Zelda Novels & Stories

At my question Javiar visibly tenses, without responding he walks away. I turn around in desperation, what do I do? A doomed feeling sets inside me, something is horribly wrong. An idea hits me, I take a flower vase and stand beside the door, I smash it against the floor, within a blink the door breaks open, Javiar looks around ready to attack, I take that moment to run outside stealthily. The other 3 guards stop me, I shift into my wolf and jump over them "stop her!" Javiar orders in a panicked voice.

Zelda’s pov I sat in my room, sipping from a tall glass of chilled juice. The curtains were open, and the wind danced lightly with them. Everything was quiet. Too quiet. I did not like quiet. I set the glass down on the table beside me and picked up the little bell. I rang it once. A maid appeared quickly and bowed. “Yes, Madam Zelda?” “Tell the gardener I want to see him,” I said, crossing one leg over the other. “Send him here now.”

Even with her lively and lovely looking fashion choice resembling that of a doll, her expression and posture silently screams arrogance and 'keep a mile distance' at first glance. "I-Is that—" "What's so shocking, 'big brothers'?" That annoyingly high-pitched voice, there is no way they would not recognize it. "Zelda!?" the brothers blurted in chorus. Fourteen years old Zelda is a talented mage notable for her wide knowledge in everything animal and beast-related information. She is the adopted daughter of an old mage woman who resides in the town who is renowned for her healing skills and great mystical wisdom, which she provides for the town folks free of charge. Even at her age, her maste

The space shattered with the scream, and everyone watched in amazement as the fragments appeared in the space background. Zelda smiles. She is a child, and she is highly confident and arrogant. Zelda was born a super-soldier vampire, and she is no ordinary vampire. When Zelda was an infant, she communicated with Augustus in the hope of saving her life. Family is the only thing that exists, other things, Zelda doesn't care.

I said to him. “This is different. I’ve marked the guards’ rotations and the areas of the dungeon that aren’t closely monitored. But that’s not the real plan.” I unfolded the map, scanning its contents briefly before looking up. “Go on.” Durmas leaned closer, and lowered his voice. “Zelda’s power lies in her influence over the elders and the council. She’s built her web carefully, but there’s a weak link—Elder Ivan. He’s ambitious, but he’s grown discontent with her leadership. He’s been quietly seeking an alliance.”

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.

THIRD PERSON... Zelda lifts her head to the full moon and howls loudly. Everyone in the ballroom that wasn’t already on their knees does at the authority within that howl, recognising her as their Queen. However, Malik was not one that went to his knee. He fought the impulse to obey, keeping his feet along with a few of the warriors that were still standing around Yasmine.

The only way to do that was to kill Queen Zelda. I looked around for what to use to bring her down and I found spear laying on the floor. I picked it up but before I could throw my spear at her, Queen Zelda threw Alana into the woods. "ALANA!!!" I screamed as I watched her fly away. Without thinking, I threw the spear at Queen Zelda. The spear went in the air and went through her body before coming out the back. "Ahh," Queen Zelda gasped as she went straight to the ground but before she could land, she disappeared in a cloud of smoke.

The room is lit by the soft glow of candlelight, casting an eerie yet determined atmosphere. With a sense of urgency, Zilver unfurls the map onto a polished wooden table once again. His keen eyes scanned the intricate markings and the various regions of the Supernatural Realm. He knows that the upcoming war to rescue Eskaal and Meagia will be fraught with peril. Zilver began to place miniature figurines representing his troops at strategic points on the map. Each placement is calculated, each decision influenced by years of tactical experience and the goal of achieving a swift and successful mission.