Zelda Triforce Pieces Novels & Stories

I didn't need light to see. Neither did Troy. But the rest of the world did. And it was my job to keep it from disappearing completely, especially since the looming darkness was my fault. After leaving the gargoyle realm, it only took us a few days to find the third piece of the crown created - and then hidden - by elves a long time ago. According to Laeddin, only I could wield the powers contained within. If I collected all the pieces in time, then I would possess the magic necessary to destroy Sharra and save the world.

I never even imagine I would end up meeting a girl once, a strange one. All I know about her is her name, a non-specific address, her music, a subject she hates the most, and a habit. She has this weird set of cards she said her brother gave her before leaving her and went to college. I never really understand how she played it because 2 or more people played most cards. Those cards she had can be played alone. I thought that it was just like some tarot cards, but it’s not. All I know is that she has something she called “pieces,” and that’s when I realized she had played certain people around her hands, and that includes me.

The mist began to move again, swirling into shapes, faces, voices, memories. And then, from the center of the marsh, something rose. A pedestal of ancient stone, etched with runes glowing faint red. Upon it rested a fragment of a crown, shattered, humming with both light and darkness. Evelyn took a step toward it, unable to look away. Kael caught her wrist. “Don’t. It’s a trap.” Her eyes didn’t leave the fragment. “It’s a key.” “To what?” “To end us both,” she said quietly. “Or saving us.”

“Let’s all go look for the exit. Since they have such hidden mechanisms here, I don’t think they’d want to kill us here.” In just a few moments, they found a blueprint. It was a formation blueprint. Upon seeing this, Alex noticed how it seemed familiar. It was oddly similar to the third sword of Dragon’s Bane of Thirty Six, called the Breaking Point. Dorothy asked, “So? Can you solve this?” “Let me see.” Alex focused the image within his mind just to complete the Breaking Point’s formation blueprint with the current one at hand. Alex was delighted. The blueprints were the exact opposite of each other, like yin and yang. These blueprints could offset each other’s flaws.

Zelda admitted. It was given to her by her Master upon the day of her departure for the Selection. Confused, she thought that maybe some of her screws got totally loose and forgot she specializes in Beast and Spirit Manipulation. But despite it being utterly useless to her, she did not say anything and went on. "I-I will do my best! Hmm, what should I—" "Is your uncle Felix still on the Dragon Sanctuary?" "Yep. What about him?" "Give me a dragon egg if you lose."

"You carry the hold point." Aria pressed her hand flat over her chest. The Shard hummed under her palm, that low reaching note that had been with her since the Blood Moon, and she felt it now as something more than keeping safe or making the bond bigger. It was a key. It had always been a key. "How many pieces are there," she said. "Thessaly named seven. She found three. The Ashveil land has at least two, from Zane's letters and the records from Dorian's visit. You have one." He paused. "The seventh is not found."

After a brief silence, her composure returned—her voice calm, steady, and resolute once more. “I’ve put the Grail fragments back,” she said, lifting her gaze. Her eyes gleamed with a sharp, unwavering light. “We now have three. Jim holds the crucial cup handle, and we know that both Eryx and my father must have their own pieces. One way or another, the end is drawing near.” Her tone carried a strange certainty—almost prophetic, as if the gears of fate were already in motion.

After killing Zhao Wuji, he already had four pieces. Although the four pieces combined were very powerful, they were still much weaker than the complete Six Paths of Reincarnation Plate. Caspian got the information about the last missing fragment when he killed the Nine Lords of Heaven.

Ciaran and Zillah along with Jared and the Five Leaf Clover separated ways to help their comrades. "Well, hello. Prince Zephrain." He turned around and his emerald eyes widened. In front of him stood Kirsten Zūng, holding a familiar trident spear. She smiled sweetly which made him sick. "I know you recognized this weapon." Her singsong tone made him angrier. Zephrain gritted his teeth. Yes, that belonged to Kieran. He gripped his hold on the hilt of his dual swords. "Great Witch of Illinor," he growled. "I will kill you again."

Rhett wasn’t so sure, and what’s more, he thought darkly, probably over half of the pack believed it. “If that were true,” Lillian said from the hallway. “Then every single Triquetra would need to have found their mate,” she carried the baby on one hip. The little boy clung to her leg and looked up at Rhett with his own eyes. “And not every Triquetra has. So, them finding a mate isn’t the catalyst for Armageddon, Ro, that’s just… propaganda to justify the pack stopping our Triquetra from claiming their mate because no one liked that she was human.”