Zelda Ghirahim Novels & Stories

Lucifer had taken everything from me – my powers, my mother, my friends – and now he was attacking my people again. A massive demon appeared in front of me, mocking my powerlessness. "You have nothing now, Destiny," it laughed, using its head to brush me off without physical contact. The force sent me flying, and I hit my back on a hard rock, blacking out instantly. --- It was dark, and I couldn't see anything but shadows. The ground was damp as I walked on cold water in the darkness. I spotted a woman with her back to me. Her long, beautiful white hair flowed down her back, adorned in a simple white dress. Even from behind, I admired her figure and approached, attempting to touch her should

I bumped into Henry, a sorcerer who had saved me on my way to the southern pack claiming that I was digging my own grave if I dared to go there. I don't fully trust Henry for now but he wasn't as bad as I had imagined him to be. He has been quite helpful, one could say. I wanted to sever all ties with Sage and not ever walk back into his life or have anything to do with him but fate had other plans for us, now I am bounded to him completely. I am carrying his heir and I’m sure if not now, sooner or later he’d come to figure out my whereabouts, I can hide under Henry's cocoon for too long

If she never saw his face again, she wanted to remember him. Slate shifted into his dragon form, hunching down for her to climb aboard, which she did. Once she was settled, he sprang into the air, leaping up into the sky above the trees, his wings flapping furiously as he fought gravity’s pull. Soon enough, she was soaring through the sky again, the forest beneath them. In the distance, she could see the walls around Beelzanburg, and beyond that, the castle sprang out of the darkness, torches lighting the turrets, marking the guards that would do whatever they could to keep them from breaking into their fortress and stealing the Heart of Magic.

’ Grimm growls. The pieces fall into place. Zephyra isn’t just my mate, she is the only key to whatever twisted form of immortality Zhodin is hoarding. No wonder Stoneheart is so desperate to drag her back. Having an ancient monster pulling their strings is the only reason they have the guts to challenge my kingdom. Jareth rubs his face. “And now he knows she’s here.”

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

Pile after piles of broken woods and other things started falling down from top floor like some toys, all waste thing’s which were stored inside basement were crumbled under Draco’s dragon feet like dried leave of some tree. Female ghoul, blood born corpses, Mr. Hanzo who was covered in ‘Yarmesian sheet’ and even injured Beth who was sitting in corner were affected by his sudden transformation, except Jasmine…. Jasmine was still standing on her feet while a faint green colored midst shield was build up against her entire body which she was unaware of , also her forest green eyes which were fixed on Draco’s Dragon were glowing in extensively deeper shade of green.

she protested. Aurelia’s face lit up as a wide grin spread across her face, “Wedding planning,” she proudly announced. ​ ​ Achilles stood in Helga’s office as she sifted through stacks and stacks of books on Alchemy and familiars. “How could it be a vision?” he asked her. “I’m not sure, your highness, it may not be visions but, something about that mark seems…familiar. Not something I’ve seen before on any Vampire or Dhampir but, maybe in some of my research,” she told him. “If it were a vision, why would she be in so much pain? I’ve found her now, I swore she would never experience pain again,” he said, pleadingly.

Zen simply refilled her cup with more water. “Yes, but no. He’s a chimaera product Gilda and I accidentally created after trying to mutate several mushroom species. He’s the only mushroom that can live anywhere in this place. He can live under the bright sun, at the bottom of the lake without food and is basically immortal because he can regenerate indefinitely. You can say that I took samples from the strongest mushroom monsters found in this area and birthed this oddball.” Strongest monster in the area? Was it the toadstool? Zen was still unprepared to fight the toadstool boss. However, he didn’t think the mutation of a boss monster would turn into a crazy NPC.

As a last resort, she slid through her parted lips, deciding to bury herself deep within Zheira. The moment they were one, Zheira gasped, breathing as though for the first time. Her eyes flickered two different colors. The right was red while the other was gold. Whoever took a glimpse at it would be cursed to not stare away. Meanwhile, her horns melted the hood of her jacket. It was emitting a bluish spark every second or two. Her senses were somehow heightened. A lot of tickers were pounding in her ears. It had brought a mouth-watering smell that made her thirsty. She rubbed her neck with her long pale fingers, trying to ease the thirst she’s feeling.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h