Maple Zelda Novels & Stories

Nervousness painted her features as she cautiously stepped onto the muddy dungeon floor, her gaze unwaveringly locked onto mine. "Prepare for me to beat your sorry ass, Apollo," James taunted, his sarcastic comment echoing through the dungeon. Zelda walked closer to me, her presence gradually enveloping me. "I apologize, but you have to drink this. Its water mixed with wolfsbane. James wants to ensure you're at a disadvantage during your fight. He fears you, just like you said," Zelda's voice whispered through our mind link as she squatted before me, setting the tray down and lifting the cup.

He just nodded. “Zelda is aware too, Luna. She is testing you. Madame Zelda is known for her tricks. She will tell you what you want to know only if you defeat her tricks. And the Red Forest is maintained by Madame Zelda Amanita.” Baspo said. I let it absorb. That witch was quite a thing. We left the bushes and stood over the edge. The ground ended here. It was sloppy terrain from here onwards. The sky was red. The ground was red. But everything else had colors. All of them.

Zelda the witch looked me up and down with deep, hollow eyes. "Interesting." She reached out a bony finger and tapped my forehead. She pulled out a squirming stream of black smoke. I stared at the evil mist in shock. "Your wolf's essence is nearly drained," Zelda frowned. "In a month, you'll wither and die." "What?" I gasped. Zelda let the snake on her cane bite my hand, sucking away the leftover black smoke. After a sharp pain, my head felt clearer than it had in months.

Zelda smiled—a slow, dangerous smile. "Still think I used my body to rise to power, Curt?" she asked. The soldier's face turned red with anger and humiliation. He roared and lunged at her with all his strength. Big mistake. Zelda didn't dodge this time. She met him head-on, twisting at the last moment to grip his arm and use his own strength against him. In one swift move, she flipped him over her shoulder. He landed on his back with a loud, painful crack. "Aah!"

“Zelda is fine. She has to be alive if we can see her on the map right? Like Zeke said we can just go now.” “Then let’s go!” I urged. “We have to save her!” We packed up as quickly as possible and followed the map. We came across where Zelda and I had been when we were attacked. I noticed things I didn’t before. Many vines that seemed out of place, charred plants, tracks in the dirt that looked like someone had been dragged. “She put up a fight.” I whispered. “That woman is incredible.” “Alpha Hunter please keep up, we don’t have time for this!” Posy whined.

Dragged into the mall by his kid sister, Lily, a bright-eyed girl no older than ten, he hadn’t expected the evening to be anything more than loud noises and overpriced pizza. “Come on, Zenny,” Lily whined, tugging his arm. “You said today’s mine. No work talk, no business talk. Just fun.” “Yes, ma’am,” Zenda sighed dramatically. “Where to next, your highness?” “The gaming zone!” She practically flew toward the neon-lit floor, dragging Zenda behind her like a reluctant bodyguard. But as they rounded the final row of machines, Zenda stopped cold. “Whoa,” he breathed.

Drake The door flung open, and I shifted my gaze towards the door and standing before me was Jake who was smiling, but his countenance changed to that of worry when he noticed the distress etched on my face. “What's going on?” he asked, his brow furrowed with concern. I looked up at him, my eyes filling with pain. “I can't connect to Zelda,” I said, my voice cracking. “I'm afraid my pack and the Palace might be in danger.”

The two dragons glided along for a few hours before Slate began to descend over a field in the territory of a kingdom closer to his own lair and far enough away from Beelzanborg that the soldiers who were clearly rallying to come after the Heart of Magic couldn’t reach them--yet. He touched down in a field of golden wheat, catching the sunbeams and sparkling like each stalk was made of a precious metal.