Zelda Ghirahim Novels & Stories

You have obtained an SSS-rank item: “Magnanimous Guts.” Right after that, the charcoal grandma yanked off one of her charred arms and told me I could use it to “lend me a hand” when things got dangerous. The mechanical voice rang out once more: 【Congratulations, player. You have obtained an SS-rank item: “Withered Wood Reborn.”】 The live chat: 【I’m done. My brain’s numb.】 All four major bosses personally walked me to the stairwell leading down from the thirtieth floor, dragging their feet like they were sending a daughter off to get married.

Old money empires built on secrets nobody outside knew aside their clique. I dropped the newest folder into its place among the others, while my fingers lingered on the crisp label for just a moment. PROJECT ZENEX. “Let’s see,” I murmured, “if love would survive this one.”

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The prestigious master of Mount Elixir, a powerhouse at the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Ninth Tribulation, was defeated by opponents at the Yuraeceon Xaelm Rank and Yuraeceon Daelm Rank, resulting in great humiliation. Zared noticed that his surroundings had brightened. While still curled in a fetal position, he slowly raised his head. After seeing that the Yuraeceon Genesis Bell had vanished, he furiously returned to his feet and unleashed a potent flame toward James.

Men were cut down before they could even turn to face the new threat. Eolan’s shadow surged forward to intercept them, but something was wrong—their weapons didn’t meet resistance when they struck it. The blades sliced through as though his darkness was nothing but smoke. Pain flared in his chest, sharp and hot, and he staggered. The heir was beside him in an instant, her sword cleaving through an assassin’s shoulder. “They’ve got something that cuts shadows,” she hissed. “Fall back to the stairs!” They moved, step by step, forming a smaller circle of defenders at the base of the grand staircase. But the enemy was already pressing from both sides.

"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."

I arrived at the five hundred and fifty steps feeling tired, my arms hurting so badly, the sun was neither taking it funny with us as it shone all its furiousness on us. Upon entering the holy temple, Zelda was out with moon scepter in her grips. Her eyes glimmered with Grace's of the moon goddess, if beauty was a human then, she was true. but if I'm to choose between beauty and Ariana, I'll choose Ariana over and over and over again. Her eyes blazed with fire and warning at the same time. The color and structure of her eyes were different from the normal or royal werewolves. She had snake eyes that were rotating from their position all the time.

I frowned and watched the same spot, there was a red dot that was blinking. They were watching us, shit. She grabbed my hand and wrote on my hand with lipstick. THIS IS HUMAN TRAFFICKING PRINCE OF GAIELIA IS HOLDING THIS. What the fuck? The kingdom of Gaielia, and Prince Felix Gaielia is the same age as Rhyker. I have no words honestly. She took a makeup remover wipe and wrote again on my hand, I wished she didn't use red lipstick though. PRINCESS GAIELIA IS INTO THIS.

Zelda found herself once again immersed in the realm of her recurring dream. The werewolves, the long tunics, and the enigmatic chalice were all there, hauntingly familiar. However, this time, a new element emerged—a mysterious woman, her presence enigmatic and captivating. The woman stood before Zelda, her eyes brimming with an ethereal allure. In her outstretched hands, she presented the chalice, as if beckoning Zelda towards an unknown destiny. A mixture of curiosity and trepidation flooded Zelda's being as she contemplated the woman's offering.

‘Got anything else from Zylas? “Hybrid Mister is half-witch,” the goblin said between bites. “Ghulik smells pure Earthland.” A half-higher mortal, born on Earthland—and not just any ordinary one. ‘Ghulik,’ Gildeon muttered, shutting his eyes, ‘how’s that possible when we couldn’t smell a trace of salamander blood in him?’ Zylas’s nature made him question everything—about his kind, himself, and his comrades. “Ghulik doesn’t know, Master.”