Witch Zelda Novels & Stories

Grandpa said. “However, you need to be careful, Zoe ! Zelda was a very powerful witch too. She gifted a six hooded snake to Victor. So, your powers are almost matched except that he has lost three mates and hence, three wolves already,” he added. “Grandpa, was killing the mates of my mate wrong ?” I lowered my head grimacing the fact that I must have hurt my mate.

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

Zelda's voice whispered through our mind link as she squatted before me, setting the tray down and lifting the cup. "Please, take it," she begged, her voice a soft plea. "I can't, this reeks of wolfsbane, James," I retorted, my gaze piercing through him as he stood near the entrance. "Drink it, you imbecile, unless you want to see your precious mate suffer," James threatened, well aware of my powerlessness within the confines of this wretched dungeon. My fingers brushed against Zelda's as I controlled the cup to my lips, ready to comply, but James's next words halted my action.

Then while driving... they saw a cripple zombie blocking their way. The zombie looks familiar, and when they got closer to her, it was Juliet. She has turned to a zombie, she was stabbed. there's a knife in her belly. Casandra get down from the van and move closer to her, the zombie can't bite her, then Casandra removed the knife in her belly. There is a crown that was draw on the knife. Casandra clean the knife up and put in her pocket, then bring out her gun and shoot Juliet on her forehead, she went back to the van and get in, they continue with their journey.

"Endore died in front of me, and there is no way she can be alive after handling the powerful spell of that dark witch." "Are you sure? It was a dark witch?" Wylder asked. "Positive. I have seen her once. I don’t know her name." "What was the name of the other party in the contract except for Tiara?" "It was…" "Zelda?" "Yes! Yes! The one. But how do you know this name?" Circe said, nodding her head. "Because the dark witch about whom you are talking is Zelda," Wylder said, gritting his teeth.

Sungul grinned proudly, “To know that you’ll soon have a familiar in your grasp.” I’ve seen other witches wandering around campus with theirs. Random floating objects or a slew of different animals saunter around with their witches. Some were as small as a pixie while others stretched high towards the ceiling, towering over the lot of us. There have been moments when I’ve thought what mine could possibly be. “Do you have one?”

, I swiped down on the answer button and placed it on my ear. “Novan!” She called, her voice frantic over the phone. Only her and Micheal had the audacity to address me by my first name. I sat up straight immediately I heard the urgency of her voice, “Zelda has been kidnapped, and Brenda is heading back to pinefalls,” She blurted out, I became alert immediately and I felt my wolf jump in agitation and this time it took extra effort to suppress his voice in my head. “It’s not looking good!” She added.

I remained on my knees. Zion opened the wine cabinet, grabbed a bottle, inspected it like it had personally offended him, and smashed it on the floor. The shards flew, the smell of wine rising. “Even your wine is disgusting,” he spat. He returned to the couch, pulled out his phone, and began talking to someone. I stayed kneeling, blood slowly draining from my legs. The tiles dug into my skin, and after what felt like half an hour, my knees started to burn. I bit the inside of my cheek, willing myself not to cry.

Zelda’s POV The world was a blur of speed and pain. I couldn’t tell how long I’d been dragged before an iron door groaned open and I was thrown to the ground like a sack of nothing. My hand shot to my belly on instinct, and I gasped, trying to force air back into my lungs. I pushed myself up on shaking legs. “Hey! Let me out of here!” My fists hit the door, again and again, but nothing answered except silence.