Zelda Volga Novels & Stories

Once again, Zelda found herself ensnared in the clutches of a recurring dream. Its familiar landscapes and haunting symbols etched themselves into her consciousness. However, this time, a new element entered the surreal stage—a mysterious woman offering her a goblet filled with wine. Intrigued yet cautious, Zelda's hand reached out and clasped the cup, but instead of indulging in the intoxicating liquid, she flung it toward the enigmatic woman. Anger contorted the woman's features as she lunged towards Zelda, her movements betraying a desire for retaliation.

She was crying because she did not trust that I would keep my word, but her tears helped her confession, so I joined in, and we both wept. "Normally, the punishment of an attempt on someone else's life is death," Chief Boka began, "but the prince has pleaded for leniency. His highness requests that you both leave Rayuwa and never return. As much as we would like to oblige the prince, we have our rules and customs. Miss Zuwaira would remain locked up while we deliberate on the matter. Miss Leila is free, but the prince and his intended are not comfortable with her presence, so we implore her to begin arrangements to leave Rayuwa. She will be given four days to prepare for her departure. As fo

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.

I question softly into her mind because her yelling has given me a headache. She replies in a slightly softer voice. "No, there's a vortex close to here. It's where I crossed." "I thought the only one was in Arizona." "And we will keep it that way. Dragons must keep some secrets from Dmitri." I laugh for the first time since she arrived. She dives low before coming up. She at least has a saddle and I can hold on as she pulls these death-defying maneuvers. "This is going to hurt. Are you ready?" I'm so ready. "Do I have a choice?" I ask with humor I'm not really feeling. I want Sarn and there is nothing on earth that will keep me from him.

Zelda walked in as he was working his way through the crowd, muttering, “this better work.” She was about to place the soul replenishing beads when Gustav called out – “Wait” Zelda paused and turned to Gustav with a quizzical expression. “Do you have mountain lotus?” Gustav asked, his face taut as he took stalk of things in his possession. “Yes, a few stalks…” She disappeared even before she finished speaking and appeared a few minutes later with a rosewood box. She opened it like a treasure, “would this be enough?” There were about 10 stalks, lying with the dew drops still hanging on the petals.

Vadiamus laughed viciously "Well you can try." Lunariazelda replied unfazed Vadiamus got more angry seeing how relaxed she was and attacked but she rode her horse away into the field while Vadiamus chased her. The time has come for her to execute her plan to trap Vadiamus so she stopped the horse at a place she has prepared and climbed down her horse, takes the sword and moved forward. "No place to run to hahahaha, i told you i would kill you myself." he laughed devilishly

Zelda interrupted. She was wearing a sleek black overall battle outfit. Silver bullet hanging on her waist and two matching hand guns. A silver mask covered the lower half of her face, leaving only her sharp brown eyes. "An honor for the human clan," Zelda repeated, she gestured for them to sit. Tyron ignores her, instead choosing to stand next to Helixa "Chief Zelda, I am afraid we didn't just come for a friendly visit," she said directly. "We're here to discuss ending the war between werewolves and humans."

" Zelda splutters, her hands clawing frantically at the invisible force around her neck. Zacchary only clenches his fist tighter and now Zelda was floating higher in the sky, her legs kicking out, her hands clawing. I should have realised that it was going too easy for us. One second Zelda was suffocating to death and the next second Zacchary was being mauled to death by a rogue who had jumped out from the shadows of the cave. There was blood and screams and chaos ensued as more rogue wolves emerged, leaping towards us, while Zelda free fell to the ground, spluttering and gasping for breath, her cheeks regaining their normal colour. "Argghhh!" My eyes darted over to my right side where one o

Since there was a throne, a Vlad has sat in it. Carpathia is more or less the Carpathian Mountains. There are a lot of stories that come from my part of the world, most of which demonize or fancify my kind depending on which you hear. We aren’t undead or damned. In some ways, it does feel like we are cursed, but that’s just personal shit.

The trees swayed distorted. The rogue leader's jaws snapped mere inches from my face. I countered with a swipe of my claws, ripping the rogue leader’s ear. The rogue howled, enraged. I seized the opening, delivering a crushing blow. The rogue leader immediately crumpled, defeated. The remaining rogues rushed to me but it was easier for me. My claws singled around, cutting their heads, tails, and ears. The smart ones among them ran with one of their body part missing while the rest stayed to be killed completely.