Zelda Linked Universe Novels & Stories

Queen Zelda had a chain wrapped around her arm and connected to the chain was a large beast that I had never ever seen before. It had a large snout with rows of teeth arranged in its mouth, curving out of it and displayed on the outside. It roared so loud that I could feel the ground underneath me shake and vibrate. As if his roar was a command, the ground vibrated and I could see a crack beginning to form. It ran from the beast straight between my legs and straight to the infirmary. The ground then began opening up and I had to shift so that I wouldn't fall into the large hole that was beginning to open up.

Immediately, he poured the content down his throat directly from the bottle. Upon stepping into the mansion, Zelda wrinkled her brows in bewilderment. “Huh. Why is the house deserted? And the door opened?” Upon seeing Zaire, she calmed down and bowed to him slightly. “Young master Zaire, where’s Lotus?” Zaire raised the glass of the bottle and chugged it down his throat and calmly responded, “Left.” “Left?” Zelda turned to the left. She knitted her brows upon failing to find Lotus. “She’s not at the left.” Suddenly, her eyes widened in horror, and she cried out, “Wait. What? Do you just say Lotus left?”

The green is not just on our hands, but as Balder sends me a mental image, I am covered head to toe in forest green light. ‘PROTECT YOUR LUNA!’ Kendrick screams in a massive mindlink, making wolves from all sides make a protective barrier so we cannot be seen from the outside, standing alongside my parents and my brother. Lilliana joins the circle, facing off the remains of the enemy. Many of them are already dead, or deadly wounded. ‘Don’t you dare die on me, Liam!’ I link him, trying to keep him from fading too far away. ‘I’m trying not to, baby.’ He links me back, but it is faint. Then someone else joins me, and when I look up, Ember has given me control back, it’s Lilliana.

“It’s about relationships really, and you need ties between everything for it to work.” I frown at her, not getting it, and she nods to me, understanding that she needs to explain further. “Think of it this way,” Laila says, holding my gaze. “You lost the boy, right? And you need to use the divination tools to find him in the Deadlands. But the only thing you truly understand about all of that, the only thing you have a tie to, is the boy. Yes?” “I see,” I say, leaning forward and resting my chin on arms, folded on the table, to peer at the divination supplies. “So I need you to help because you’re the tie to the tools. And Orion, because he’s the tie to the Deadlands.”