Zelda Volga Novels & Stories

Saga and Justin gasped when they heard the word wolvire mentioned. “Where's Bara now?” Saga suddenly asked in a loud voice. His friends stared at him as if he had gone mad. The witch nodded slightly. “She is somewhere. I can drive you if you want.” To be honest, Saga was a little surprised and, as usual, he couldn't cover his expression. “No, Saga,” Justin tried to stop him. “It's just a trap, you know that, right?” “I know,” Saga muttered between his lips. “But I'll try, Justin. She's my friend.”

VeiledMaxim’s face bursts through the surface, and his first breath is of thanksgiving. He looks around to find himself in warm, fresh water, stirred to pulsing waves by a powerful waterfall. It reminds him of seaside summers by the citadel cities he loves. He notices he cannot see the opening he passed through, but simply gathers himself to wade toward the bank. Far from the battlefield, but still feeling every bloody step they have taken from it, three lizardfolk slip through the shadows of enemy territory. The one leading walks slowly, stubbornly pursuing his prey, while the middle supports the last, who limps from her grievous wounds.

she stammers. "Knife and Dagger, All types of guns, Rifles, I've used a sword once, ooooh a crossbow, basically anything though. I don't discriminate." "O...O...Okay, that's all I need to know. Welcome to RBMS, Miss Collins." "Oh please, call me Ava, oh and might I recommend a job change; You're not cut out for this," I state before I'm dragged by the hancuffs on my wrists and taken out of the room by the guards.

“What’s the matter?” Vlad asked indifferently while looking emotionless. “Congratulations, Young Master!” Ralf hurriedly explained. “Young Master, I’ve got some good news for you! Your big break has finally arrived. According to Blind Ivan, there is a Dragon’s terrain that can be recovered inside of Helsby Mountain. You should be able to enter the Demigod Realm if you can obtain the Cooter Armor to enter Helsby and acquire that Dragon’s terrain.”

The two dragons glided along for a few hours before Slate began to descend over a field in the territory of a kingdom closer to his own lair and far enough away from Beelzanborg that the soldiers who were clearly rallying to come after the Heart of Magic couldn’t reach them--yet. He touched down in a field of golden wheat, catching the sunbeams and sparkling like each stalk was made of a precious metal.

Zelda smiled—a slow, dangerous smile. "Still think I used my body to rise to power, Curt?" she asked. The soldier's face turned red with anger and humiliation. He roared and lunged at her with all his strength. Big mistake. Zelda didn't dodge this time. She met him head-on, twisting at the last moment to grip his arm and use his own strength against him. In one swift move, she flipped him over her shoulder. He landed on his back with a loud, painful crack. "Aah!"

“Should I send you his contact?” Jian immediately waved her hands. “No thanks. I’d rather see you raise an entire pond of fish. Let that Ferguson fool choke on jealousy!” Zelda rolled her eyes but didn’t respond. Instead, her thoughts turned to making money—quickly and effectively. The 30 million settlement she needed for her divorce loomed large in her mind. JuY Games, a top-tier gaming company she had worked with before, was her next target. Their offer for her participation in a new fairy-tale mobile game was generous, and Zelda was determined to make it happen.

Maxim immediately turned and locked our eyes, again pressure, but this time anger began to appear in me, trying not to betray my feelings, she asked: “Maybe you’ll ask your question already, alpha, and won’t you press me to the ground with your strength?” he chuckled. - At first I thought you were drinking a decoction or infusion. I honestly don't know much about these things, but now...Vallia are you wearing an artifact? At these words, I was alarmed: - Why do you think so? - For a werewolf with a more sensitive sense of smell, this will be obvious. - Smell? I don't understand.

“The king doesn't give his enemy’s pets the status of being murdered by His hands! My Vors can handle this dog. My hands crave the blood of Diego Only!” Isaac inhaled sharply at that as he swallowed and nodded. “Diego! That Dog will die soon, Brat.” Vladimir's eyes shrinked at that, the scar on face itched at his brother's words. “Soon, but not easily!” He whispered in a grave tone before turning to his Vors yet again, his eyes for a moment flicked on the almost dying Kajio. “Chop his body into tiny nice pieces, wrap them into a gift box and send it to Diego!” Vladimir ordered his men before turning around and leaving the place after filling it with the bloodbath and flesh of the man who use

Ashley stood frozen in her spot as she stared at her past lover, who seemed to be as shocked as her but manages to keep his cool. David, who seemed to notice Ashley's state, quickly nudges her in the rib before harshly whispering in her ear, "Girl, what has gotten into you, snap out of it," he said as Ashley immediately snapped out of her faze before flashing an awkward smile, "Mr. Leo, it's wonderful to see you once again," Ashley greeted as she reached forward to shake his hand, "Likewise, Miss Miller, I hope this isn't a bad time," he said as they all sat down, "Of course not, I'm delighted to have you and your guest," she said refusing to glance in the direction of Jake, who held an inte