Zelda Moblins Novels & Stories

Each step brings them closer to confronting the source of their anguish, and a chance to restore balance to their shattered world. At last, they reach the inner sanctum, a hidden chamber veiled from prying eyes. The air within is heavy with anticipation, tinged with a sense of impending confrontation. Zelda, her eyes brimming with determination, grips her weapon tightly, ready to face the embodiment of her suffering. Elliot and Chris stand beside her, their loyalty unwavering, prepared to fight alongside their allies.

The old man pushed Zelda and jumped a few steps back, “go away… don’t think of robbing this old man.” Zelda’s lips curled into an evil arc, “6 beads, 6 amazonite crystals and a fist full of finely crushed mugwort and clear quartz.” The old man was about to shake his head once again when he felt a gust of wind rush past in… and in the blink of an eye, his waist pouch was in Zelda’s hands. She threw it in the air a few times with a victorious grin before opening and peering inside. She picked out everything she wanted and threw the pouch back to the old man.

Intruders were not welcome there. Zanestor was a land of lakes and rivers. All the rivers in Raal began their journey there, deep underground. There were no mountains or hills or slopes, just water and dense forests with the oldest and largest trees in Raal. The inhabitants of Zanestor were small greenish creatures with long arms and thin waists. They had little hair on their bodies and their eyes were very small compared to their large curved noses. But although they were not blessed with beauty like other races, they were the most agile and fastest of all the creatures in Raal. They called themselves goblins. Their homes were in underground caves, accessible only through tunnels that lay d

************************* I knelt before her in the stream, shirtless and she stood before me, chanting some spells that sounded pretty gibberish to me. We did this every night to protect our little family, while Melvin and some wolves guard the parameters for enemies, hiding in the shadows, Zelda performed spells on me making me invisible. My men were connected to me so if I was made invisible, they clearly became invisible as well and that had always given us an edge over our enemies. They never knew where we were attacking from and they were usually at a disadvantage. I knew Zelda hated her mate but I was grateful to him for unlocking her powers. It turned out to be way more useful than I

"Just as I feared, its a wyvern. Everyone take cover, Elenor back me up, Gabriel make sure the wolves are safe." Just as Morts finishes what he is saying, goblins come rushing out of the forest armed with weapons they stole from previous battles and start attacking the soldiers. The goblins go down easy but the exhaustion of fighting waves of goblines takes its toll and a few of them die. "I told you it would be dangerous coming this close to the Dark Territory." Elenor says. "I don't need to be lectured, right now we need to focus on staying alive and beating that wyvern."

Bessy and Skylar snorted in annoyance when they throng got near, the group hesitated and just lingered nearby studying the girls with curious distrustful eyes. “They are so adorable,” Lillian laughed. A more brazen hobitoe summoned it’s courage and it went over to Lillian who patted it. The creature was not any larger than Rudolf. “That’s the leader Moyup,” Orbin smiled. Sure enough the other Hobitoes followed suit and surrounded Lillian eager to be patted also. Lillian couldn’t stop smiling and laughing. Mahali was pleased to see her friend happy. But she now eyed Orbin with interest:

Marika must have heard it, too, Because she raises a dagger. Then, there it is, a series of snorts is followed by goblins with green-tinted skin charging out of hiding towards us. I throw a Molotov into the leader of the charge, who drops to the ground thrashing in flames. Marika hacks down another with her dagger. The remaining three run away, whooping and yipping. But then their cries are joined by others from the dark side of the forest, around us. There's too many to fight toe-to-toe.

Their offer for her participation in a new fairy-tale mobile game was generous, and Zelda was determined to make it happen. “Let’s go to JuY Games,” Zelda said, pulling Jian toward the car. At JuY Games, Zelda and Jian were warmly greeted by the receptionist, who led them directly to the motion-capture room. Everything had been arranged perfectly for Zelda to test the choreography. Zelda thanked her guide and prepared herself. Unbeknownst to her, Susan Wenger and her assistant had just stepped out of the elevator behind them. “Why is she here?” Susan asked, narrowing her eyes at Zelda’s retreating figure.

Zelda "Shut up," mom told me roughly, digging in the cabinet until she came back with a pair of scissors. "Don't fight this, Zelda. I don't want your blood all over my tiles." She started cutting the knots from my hair and I sobbed into my hands, feeling the weight of my hair falling down at my feet. The water was somehow even colder now, biting me in a way that it felt like needles were being pushed deep into my skin. "There we go," she finally announced a while later.