Urbosa X Zelda Novels & Stories

This is what she told me before killing me. “Xyla.” I flinched a little when Ruben yelled my name. “What’s wrong with you? You zoned out while walking.” He added it worriedly. “Nothing. Just walk with me. We need to ensure that everything around is okay.” I replied to him absentmindedly and started looking around. Roma’s bracelet had limitations. It only gave me a warning when someone with dark magic or poison approached me. With that, I can’t find magic anywhere else.

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.

"Using their own daughter as a sacrifice! They are monsters!" Grandma held my face gently. "Is there a cure?" Zelda pulled a silver bracelet from her cloak. It looked exactly like a coiled snake with glowing eyes. "This is my artifact. It tracks dark magic," Zelda clamped it on my wrist. "Find the totem. Smash it. The one who cursed you will explode and die." I touched the warm silver. "But be careful, child," Zelda warned. "The totem is heavily guarded. Evil spirits will attack anyone who gets close."

"God of Water! God of Fire! Stop this madness! These two are the Twin Flowers of Chaos. Their death will unleash chaos, and the world will be no more! The two of you are their husbands; how can you forsake them? Think of the greater good." Rein wavered upon hearing that. However, the Demons' commander was merciless, forcing Lila to cough up blood, which tore at their hearts. "Release her! I'll do anything you ask if you just let her go!" Rein shouted. "Really? I've heard about the lotus tattoo on Elaya's waist. Carve it out for me."

Zelda added, her voice shifting to a more serious tone. I turned my focus inward, intrigued. “Hmm?” “I’m really proud that you’re my host,” Zelda began, her voice filled with a rare tenderness. “You have been such an awesome Luna that you have left me in awe at every turn. So I just want to thank you for it.” A warm smile spread across my face at her words. I felt a surge of gratitude and affection. “Thank you, Zelda. None of it would’ve been possible without you. Thank you for always lending me your strength.”

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

Killian had his pupils dilated when he told me Zelda Amanita's name. We crossed the red terrain and the mountain was behind us. I turned around to look back. Nothing. No mountain. It was gone! There was nothing except the endless red. The red of sand. The red of the sky. The red of passing air. And maybe the red of danger. “You seem like you know Zelda Amanita!” I asked Baspo. “She is The Zelda Amanita, Luna. And she goes by Madame Zelda. Very powerful, vengeful, and strong. Madame Zelda never misses anything. They say that she can look into your soul.” Baspo said. He must have exaggerated. I shrugged it.

“You arrived with sharp edges. Now you walk softly. Either you’ve grown suddenly wiser, or you’re waiting.” Mara let out a small laugh. “You’re reading too much into it, Lady Selene.” Selene’s gaze never wavered. “I’ve read people longer than you’ve been alive.” Silence stretched between them. Selene continued, “Tell me, Mara what do you think of Elsa?” The question was direct. Too direct. Mara stiffened, then relaxed herself deliberately. “She’s the Luna,” she said carefully. “I respect her.” “That wasn’t my question.”

They were hesitant, but slowly moved to let me take a look at her. Her lips were cracked but her hair was still neat. Her clothes had stains of Blood. It was a horrifying sight. And I suddenly broke down, not caring the pack members are looking at me. "Annabel...ANNABEL!" I cried. The 6 pack members shifted to their wolves and bowed to their Luna. I knew. I knew they needed to howl. "No. Don't. Stop! Don't!" I said in a hurry. They stopped in their tracks. They need to know Diana. They need to know Luna is dead. They mind-linked.

Lydia asked, echoing her sister's earlier comment. “Yeah,” Sean nodded. “You smell like honeysuckle.” “No, that’s not my smell,” Lydia waved him off. “Well, it’s true! Lydia, you smell like that,” Blake added, sniffing her sister. “If I remember correctly, your smell used to be like ice in a…” “White snow,” Lydia completed. How could she smell like honeysuckle? Her wolf was associated with the scents of white snow and bluebells. She sniffed at herself but regretted it; without her wolf, she couldn't smell anything.