Zelda Spellman の小説・ストーリー

"Endore died in front of me, and there is no way she can be alive after handling the powerful spell of that dark witch." "Are you sure? It was a dark witch?" Wylder asked. "Positive. I have seen her once. I don’t know her name." "What was the name of the other party in the contract except for Tiara?" "It was…" "Zelda?" "Yes! Yes! The one. But how do you know this name?" Circe said, nodding her head. "Because the dark witch about whom you are talking is Zelda," Wylder said, gritting his teeth.

“Those refuse to listen to me.” He gave a small nod. “Defensive spells are tricky.” “I thought so,” Zayla said. “You know them well, don’t you?” “Yes,” he said, a little more confident this time. She smiled faintly. “Back home, I had a spell teacher. I never thought I’d find someone like that again.” Her voice dropped slightly. “But maybe I have.” She held the book out halfway between them. “Would you… maybe teach me?” The man paused, studying her for a moment. Then he nodded.

Even with her lively and lovely looking fashion choice resembling that of a doll, her expression and posture silently screams arrogance and 'keep a mile distance' at first glance. "I-Is that—" "What's so shocking, 'big brothers'?" That annoyingly high-pitched voice, there is no way they would not recognize it. "Zelda!?" the brothers blurted in chorus. Fourteen years old Zelda is a talented mage notable for her wide knowledge in everything animal and beast-related information. She is the adopted daughter of an old mage woman who resides in the town who is renowned for her healing skills and great mystical wisdom, which she provides for the town folks free of charge. Even at her age, her maste

"I know you think that I may be out of my mind, but I beg you allow her to be whole again." He didn't say a word and retired back to the shelf. After a minute of waiting, he returned once again with the book in his hands. "My name is Zod and I can help you with the spell. You can only cast such dangerous spell in this place and no where else." He informed as he handed over the book to me. I totally understood what he was speaking about. The people believed that magic doesn't exist. And prior to being a Werewolf hunter, I believed the same theory. However, with the number of wolves I had killed, I believe magic was real.

I took the key card I was given and headed downstairs from the lift, everyone was already waiting outside the building the engine running, I handed the bags to one of the gaurds to put in the boot careful not to jolt Zelda as she nestled back into my shoulder. ‘Leaving so soon,’ I heard her husky voice before I could see her. ‘What did you do to us?’ I questioned as she walked out into view a mischievous expression on her face. ‘Just a memory spell, it will just distort you time here,’ she stated casually looking at her nails. ‘What did you do to Zelda?’ I whispered my anger rising. ‘Nothing, it’s 3.30am she’s just tired,’ she looks affronted by my accusation. She walks over turning to the s

I asked. “We told you the bad witches have been coming down here. There is one witch who started it all. She goes by… Zelda. That is not her actual name, but it is what it is rumored she goes by. We haven’t ever seen her but our parents told us about her. She can change her appearance at will and worst of all, can bring someone back from death.” “What do you mean by that?” I got a terrible feeling about this. “Just that. She found a way to bring people back, even succeeded in doing so. There was a lot of whispering and excitement about it.”

She said. "Whatever it is, I am ready." James walked to his drawer and brought out a spell book and a wand. "You don't really need your spell book." Zephyra said. "It is just a small spell." James wasn't disappointed. He needed someone of royal blood to permit him to cast a spell. He needed it desperately. "I want you to help me make some fushes appear so my father thinks that I caught them." "But wouldn't that be wrong?" "Will you cast the spell or not?" Zephyra made that sound as respectfully as she could.

Zelda's voice whispered through our mind link as she squatted before me, setting the tray down and lifting the cup. "Please, take it," she begged, her voice a soft plea. "I can't, this reeks of wolfsbane, James," I retorted, my gaze piercing through him as he stood near the entrance. "Drink it, you imbecile, unless you want to see your precious mate suffer," James threatened, well aware of my powerlessness within the confines of this wretched dungeon. My fingers brushed against Zelda's as I controlled the cup to my lips, ready to comply, but James's next words halted my action.

"But now, I want to take you somewhere so we can do something important." "What is it?" We're going to the sea to swim and dive." My eyes widened, and colors rapidly drained from my face. Even my fingers began trembling uncontrollably. The woman Rylan loved, Sloane, came from an ordinary family. She was gentle and kind. After news of our wedding broke, she went to the seaside to clear her head, only to run into an accident during a diving trip. No one managed to save her in time. After her death, Rylan's attitude toward me changed completely.