Warrior Zelda Novels & Stories

My best friend Allen, Delta Heir, is already branching out into the Healing and Magic arts and its application to technology. My goal as a pack member is to become a warrior. Because I grew up chubby, that doesn't apply to me but guess what? As I said, I always carried a mean right hook with me. My weight just adds power to it. And with all the training I had received since joining the Gamma Warrior program, I could keep my shapely body and build strength and stamina.

Feeling some sort of relief, Jade continued towards the exhibit. The left-wing was nearly empty, save for an elderly woman standing in front of a collection of swords and a younger man who was wandering about. Jade started to walk around, stopping by now and then to view some of the artifacts on display. She was particularly interested in an elaborate costume that supposedly came from the collection of a princess who lived during the Qin dynasty. “I know someone who’d look good in that,” Jade thought as she pictured the dress on Marie. The mental image made her laugh a little too loud, much to the disapproval of the older lady.

CHAPTER 22 ~CALLUM’S POV~ “I am the backbone that gives the Blue Lily pack the courage to forge ahead in the face of our adversaries…” I am the blood that pumps the blood of vengeance and strength through the veins of our warriors… I am the bane of my enemies and the light of my people… “I am Regina Shepherd," the fucking queen of war, and when I say this raid isn't going to happen, then it wouldn't happen! Earth to Callum!

Then before the next able-bodied warrior can make a move, I quickly unchain Marlene and a few more. “Ahh….I see you have a death wish Ryder.” A voice booms behind me and I do not need to turn to know who it is. I hear the shuffling of feet; his remaining warriors are gathered around him in this damp enclosure. Unchaining the last prisoner, I finally turn around to face a dozen of Zion’s warriors. The remaining warriors are different from the rest, these are Zion’s elite fighters, the best of the best. He stands behind them with a smirk on his face.

They said they had met demons and terrifying beasts in Death Valley. Lily looked over at Venn, somewhat suspiciously, and asked, "Did the prince really tell you that?" "Really, Lily." “Do you know what that place is like?” Venn shook his head and replied, "Death Valley is a place for wolf warriors to practice their fighting skills."

Chapter 23: The Weight of Vengeance The castle of Zorana had once been a symbol of strength and unity, but now, it stood as a silent witness to the unraveling of everything Caden had once cherished. War had taken its toll, not just on the kingdom, but on the people who had once thrived within its walls. The air was thick with the tension of unresolved grief, the remnants of battles both won and lost. And at the center of it all stood Prince Caden—his every move, his every breath consumed by a singular obsession: vengeance.

At the end of the day, any decision that gets made is hers and hers alone, and I’m grateful that I have an amazing Alpha in her and that I don’t have her job. I inhale deeply. It’s with that deep inhale that I smell my favorite scent in the whole world, warm cherry pie. I know my mate is near. It’s then that I heard the knock on the door. “Come in, Beautiful” I call to Zella, my mate as I lift my head up while still remaining hunched over the desk. Thought to be a Hebrew name meaning, “wolf” the name Zella only encapsulates one small part of who this wonderful woman is. Yes, she is a wolf. But, she’s also my mate, the female Beta of the Crimson Snow Pack, a strong warrior who balances that s

Randal stepped forward, lifting his heavy sword and bringing it down in one motion. The head of Zaff fell down while his body still stood in its position, blood running down his skin like a river, splashing both warlords and Thorne. "He's of no use any more," Randal said, kicking Zaff’s body over. "May the shadows feast upon his soul." Alarick nodded, still puzzling over the frost giant’s last words. He walked over the giant's body towards the cavern's passage. "Let's continue down." ***** The screams and voices startled Erriene.

"I'm no Luna, just an ordinary warrior." "Hey," Eli gently lifted my chin, his expression firm yet reassuring. He was quite a handsome man with slight brown-blondish hair and kind hazel eyes. He had those lips that seemed like they were always stretched up in a smile. "If you were ordinary, you wouldn't be Asher's mate. And from what I've seen, you're anything but ordinary. You're the first female warrior here, Ivy. That's remarkable." I scoffed, feeling the weight of Eli's words. "You don't have to sugarcoat it."

How are we meant to defeat such a beast? I need to help, I need to do something, anything. The Zena-girl has helped a group of scared, middle-aged women climb out of the broken window. She points them into the cornfields to the back, where White Forest came from and they scamper away. Then my heart lifts. Looking nothing like my darling, and yet undeniably her, Zena emerges from underneath the main cabin. Pressed against the wooden wall, flames only inches from her head she looks every inch the warrior. Her face is completely brown and grey with filth, her hair a ragged short crop of black and she’s wearing a dark green archers uniform,.