Zelda Stories Novels & Stories

“You do not cry after sex.” “They don’t have to know that.” He winked. Oz, Balkin and Indrick did pretty well too. It was now my turn to close us out. “Hey, I’m Empress Zelda. Um, let’s see...you’ve heard about my complicated love life. Getting bit, getting proposed to, getting dumped. All things that don’t usually happen to an Empress. But let’s talk about this horrid journey. I’ve almost been eaten by a Serpenbite, almost drowned, came very close to being barbeque, I’ve been kidnapped like seven times. My body was snatched by an Over-Lordess who kind of shamed me for not being a virgin, by the way. So I’ve been called a tramp a lot lately.”

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.

I closed my door and then walked to the save just behind my wardrobe . I opened it and brought out the Journal , Zelda’s Journal. Alexandra destroyed most of the letters Zelda wrote to Hernando , and the ones Hernando sent to Zelda , she seized and made sure Zelda never got the Chance to read it. I wiped the journal clean of the dust and opened through the pages. Zelda always wrote down all the evil Ezekiel did to her , even when she was locked up in the Dungeon. I really felt pity for her but there was nothing I could do, I barely had a say.

Zelda's eyes widened in disbelief, and she quickly stretched out her hand to rub her eyes. And yet, the person before her didn't change. It was indeed Quist. Upon recalling the content of the message she had written before she left, Zelda broke into a sweat immediately. If Zelda ever knew she would meet Quist again, she would never have fanned the flame. Zelda had always believed that she and Quist were from separate worlds, and that the world was too big for their paths to cross. Who knew...

It told her of something she had never known—something buried in the past. Long ago, when Zelda was just a child and her mother was still young, there had been a woman destined to give birth to quadruplets. But these weren’t ordinary children. Two of them carried a terrible fate—they were meant to open the veil to the Nether, a gateway that would unleash unspeakable horrors upon the earth. Beings that had been forbidden from existence would return, and the world would never be the same. Zelda’s mother, knowing the devastation this would bring, had acted before it was too late. She cast a powerful spell upon the woman, rendering her barren, ensuring that the prophecy would never come to pass.

Zelda offered a quick smile before heading straight to the bathroom for a quick, refreshing shower, hoping to wash away the tension clinging to her. When she returned, Jian looked up, raising an eyebrow. “Hey, how was your day?” Zelda groaned as she took a seat. “You wouldn’t believe the absurdity of James today.” Jian’s curiosity sparked immediately. “What did he do now?” Zelda launched into the story, telling her everything, from James blocking her opportunities in the fashion industry to ensuring nobody would dare hire her. Jian’s mouth fell open, disbelief crossing her face. “Oh my god, are you serious?” Jian asked, her voice a mix of shock and anger.

Today is Friday! The most exciting day of Zelda's life. A day she had marked as the best day ever because she was going to get married to her soulmate, the one who had never ceased to make her heart ache. His name is victor. Zelda sat by the edge of her bed, admiring her bridal gown which hung on the dummy stand. It was so beautiful that she couldn't stop staring at it. She has longed to wear a bridal gown. For years, Zelda watched her friends get mated while hers never showed up. She felt the moon goddess hates her so much for not giving her a mate at the initial stage.

Elliot's sister, Dawn, became a central figure in these recollections, a source of camaraderie and understanding during Zelda's most challenging moments. As the waves rhythmically crashed against the shore, Zelda wove a tapestry of stories, recounting the trials and triumphs of her hunting experiences. She spoke of the exhilaration of the chase, the primal instincts that guided her, and the bonds forged with her fellow hunters, including Dawn. Through her words, Elliot glimpsed the depths of Zelda's resilience and the strength she possessed within.

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.