Skyward Sword Zelink Novels & Stories

The weapon skidded across the dirt before tumbling out of the way. Without breaking stride, she reached one of the weapon racks built into the arena wall. Her hand closed around the hilt of a polished steel sword. The blade slid free with a sharp metallic clang, catching a beam of sunlight and throwing a blinding glimmer across the pit. Suddenly, Melani drew a second sword; she weighed it in her palm for a single, terrifying heartbeat before hurling it straight at Zaden. The sword spun through the air, slicing through the golden shafts of sunlight as it hurtled toward him.

I know it was the nectar's work, and I gladly embraced the power it was granting me. I leapt high in the air and directed my sword towards the soldiers that were chasing us before we met General Zod in the front. I watched in astonishment as fire shot out of the sword and consumed half of the men. "The ice fang," I said, and the silver bird appeared underneath me. Still, in mid-air, I swivelled my body and landed on the bird. "Slope low and show them the power of a Smith." I heard the bird wail to show that he understood what I'm saying.

The wind blowing from the north was dry but slighty cold. Zedekiel stood in the midst of it, shirtless, his only attire a pair of black trousers that clung to his strong calves. His pale skin glistened with sweat, each muscle rippling beneath as he swung his sword in rapid, precise arcs. His silver hair cascaded down his back like a gleaming waterfall, tendrils sweeping gracefully with every powerful motion.

Kayson asked, “You’ve heard of Mr. Windsor too?” Zidane said, “Of course. He’s known as the Mountain Carver. He’s able to cleave a mountain with his sword, and he’s best known for his ability to create an immense amount of sword energy. I heard that his sword energy is so great that other smashers are envious of him.” Kayson had seen Swenson in action before, and he truly befitted the title. “You're lucky that he's willing to wield his sword for you three times. This way, no smashers will dare to take on you easily.”

' Zaykee is gritting his teeth, glaring at the King as he thought this. Now, Zaykee began to release his unique light aura, so a huge shockwave, but transparent traveled from his feet towards the end of the corners in this massive old warehouse in a shape of a circle. He took a deep breath as the two white bracelets with the symbol of the sun in the center. Then, he lifts his right arm at his right side, opening his right palm. A medium lengthened double H sword with a tint of white and gold appeared beside his palm, so he gripped the grip of the sword and slashed it in the air in front of him diagonally to the left.

Luckily, Zayn was already a fourth tier superior class fighter. Besides a perfect class master fighter, he was functionally unstoppable—and as of now, the only one who fit that bill was Ezra Sword. In other words, Zayn just had to avoid him as he made the dash down Mount Leo. Unfortunately, as soon as the plan took shape in his mind, he felt a searing bolt of pain burning his scalp. It came from somewhere far away. It was undoubtedly belligerent, and he immediately felt an acute stinging on his cerebrum.

The arrow exploded upon hitting Lollaine. She felt her inside turned to millions of thousand needles. The extreme excruciating pain made her to wail silently on her head. Since she under the king's mind possession no sound came out from her instead, her mouth agape wide. This time King Zeldour amasses a very intense magical force. Appeared on his hands a very sharped pointed sword made of air. It is the Zypherious sword; Aereous Assoure.

There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria. How could I destroy her now? Her being half human, and Astoria’s vow made this complicated. “Now what indeed.” I sighed out loud. The best thing I could do was keep her in sight and make sure she didn’t realize her powers. Snuff it out before she did. I had Max. He was the most knowledgeable in werewolf law. He could help me. “I want—what’s the thing's name—? “Jezebel.” “I want Jezebel to come live with me. She will stay under my clan, as my ward.”

She asked. "Mine." Zelina answered with pride. The sword was the last gift her mother had made for her before she died in her sleep. She was pregnant with her fourth child and knew immediately it would be a boy, but a month to her delivery death, she died in her sleep. She has been hiding the sword until today, until now that Hydra had seen it.