Zelda Funny Comics Novels & Stories

Even the gentle Zelda couldn't help but chuckle, although she had to be careful due to her health. She couldn't help but shake her head as she leaned against Tabitha for support. "Oh my, stop making me laugh. I need to keep my emotions in check. My chest already feels tight just from laughing." "Does it hurt? If it does, maybe I should take you to the hospital first?" Rebecca immediately became serious and gave Zelda a concerned look. Zelda waved her off and looked at her with a tender gaze. "It's okay, I'm not that fragile. I just laughed too hard earlier, so I'm a bit tired."

She bowed, took few steps back before walking away with her hands clamped in front of her. Zelda smiled. She looked up at the giant portrait that took a sizeable portion at a corner of the living room. She stood up, walked towards the portrait, and stared at it with an evil smirk on her face that seemed more like a triumphant smile. "I told you, Cedric Helmut. I told you that one day, he's gonna come right to my doorstep, and beg me for answers." Zelda said, glaring up at the portrait. She smiled again, turned, and headed back to her seat.

Ryan lunged desperately, only to get shoved into the mud. Zelda froze in place, muttering blankly, "Gilbert... the Gilbert heir... What have I done..." Refugees stared with disdain and curiosity, offering no aid. I lay in the comfortable embrace of the five-star hotel suite, the temperature perfectly regulated. Through the tablet that Marco had handed me, I watched the live feed. On the screen, Zelda borrowed a phone and frantically dialed Karl. When the call finally connected, she spoke urgently. "Mr. Rice, help me! I offended the Gilbert..."

“Of course. Who’ll be with you then? Biellendevir and Zomzom? That’s cheerful company for you!” The corners of Reive’s mouth lifted, “So what? Zomzom can sometimes be quite a joker,” he answered. “He stands opposite me, looks out from under his hat and keeps silent! He’s a real humorist.” I burst out laughing. “Yeah, I tried to... okay, it doesn’t matter,” I waved my hand, remembering just in time I wasn’t going to tell the necromancer about my adventures. “But the dragon’s quite cool, yeah. With a sense of humor, unlike the zombie.”

A huge grin appeared on his face. “Silly girl.” “Based on how every soap opera I’ve watched works.” Sally winked at him. “You should be running after her now, Thomas.” “No need to run after her.” Thomas smiled. “I have a way of making her come to me.” That night, a cartoonist named Northern Wind Song, who had been gone for years, did something unprecedented and uploaded an ending to a comic he had never concluded many years ago. Additionally, he mentioned a reader named ZZ in his ending.

Zelda admitted. It was given to her by her Master upon the day of her departure for the Selection. Confused, she thought that maybe some of her screws got totally loose and forgot she specializes in Beast and Spirit Manipulation. But despite it being utterly useless to her, she did not say anything and went on. "I-I will do my best! Hmm, what should I—" "Is your uncle Felix still on the Dragon Sanctuary?" "Yep. What about him?" "Give me a dragon egg if you lose."

“No. Not yet. But she laughed at my jokes. I told her I was single. She blushed.” I laughed. “She’s falling.” Zelda looked at me. “Tomorrow, she must invite you to walk with her. Or sit with her. If not, you make it happen.” “Understood,” Lazaro nodded. Zelda turned to me. “What will you do with the pictures?” “I’ll print some and put them on Dacre’s desk,” I said. “I’ll send one to his phone too. Let him start thinking.” “Smart,” Zelda said. “Very smart.”

Just as Quist promised, Quist didn't cause any trouble for Zelda at all. Except that the playboy won't hesitate to bully her by groping Zelda and indecently touching her sometimes when no one is watching. The celebration was fun with different meals that ended up being made by Zaire since the other two only knew how to cause a mess in the kitchen due to their ignorance. The mood was fun and sweet. Even the gloomy-faced Reath smiled a lot more compared to his typical self.

Carter swung the dungeon door wide open, and I was abruptly snapped from my daze. "Step out. What are you waiting for? Do you plan on wasting away in there?" Carter's irritating tone spurred me into immediate action. I scrambled to my feet and hurried toward the exit of the dungeon. Before I could make my escape, Carter seized my right arm, pulling me away from the dungeon's confines. "Ew, what's that awful smell?" James complained, wrinkling his nose. "I believe it's Zelda. She emanates quite an unpleasant odor. Just look at her body, and observe her face—stained with food particles," Carter remarked, releasing my arm and stepping back, clearly disgusted.

Zelda was in disbelief, and he slammed the piece of paper down on the table heavily. “Hurry up and ask Jackson what is the situation there! Why hasn’t he returned yet?!” Zelda said. At this moment, a green poisonous fog suddenly appeared in his field of vision. The young kid who was about to make a phone call suddenly started foaming at the mouth after he fell to the ground. “What is happening?!” Everyone was surprised. Right after that, more and more people began falling to the ground. Zelda started panicking as he stuttered, “This is… the thousand years poison!”