Novelas y relatos de Zelda Volga

Memories of Veronica snapped into my head as I ran further into the woods wanting to cool off but it only hurt as much as it did years back. I had her, she was mine, or so I thought. As I ran, my paws pounding the forest floor, I suddenly heard a feminine scream filling the air. At first, I wanted to ignore it as I had better problems to deal with than saving someone but the yelps continued till I no longer took it, running in the direction of the sound. As I approached, I could smell the scent of fear and panic. A female wolf was being attacked by a rogue, his claws snapping mere inches from her shoulder as he nuzzled his teeth to her throat.

I was just having the necessary equipment brought in, in order to make the journey. We were 20 minutes out for Vala’s coven it was deep in the mountains away from the nearby villages despite it’s rural surrounding the place a metropolis. High sky rises and a lot of glass buildings with a mix of ambient lighting, ranging from purples, blues, and greens. Their city was extremely modern in comparison to our castle and old brickwork structures. ‘Zelda, were almost here,’ I stroked her hair as she stirred in my lap coming to from her sleep. Her eyes fluttered softly her lips parted in that little o as she sleeps. She scrunched up her nose before her eyes fluttered open.

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.

Killian had his pupils dilated when he told me Zelda Amanita's name. We crossed the red terrain and the mountain was behind us. I turned around to look back. Nothing. No mountain. It was gone! There was nothing except the endless red. The red of sand. The red of the sky. The red of passing air. And maybe the red of danger. “You seem like you know Zelda Amanita!” I asked Baspo. “She is The Zelda Amanita, Luna. And she goes by Madame Zelda. Very powerful, vengeful, and strong. Madame Zelda never misses anything. They say that she can look into your soul.” Baspo said. He must have exaggerated. I shrugged it.

Zelda the witch looked me up and down with deep, hollow eyes. "Interesting." She reached out a bony finger and tapped my forehead. She pulled out a squirming stream of black smoke. I stared at the evil mist in shock. "Your wolf's essence is nearly drained," Zelda frowned. "In a month, you'll wither and die." "What?" I gasped. Zelda let the snake on her cane bite my hand, sucking away the leftover black smoke. After a sharp pain, my head felt clearer than it had in months.

Regina quipped. Zelda couldn't hold back the anger in her body, so she quickly approached Regina and wanted to show off. Zelda reached out her hand to forcefully push Regina's shoulder, but Regina gently leaned over. Zelda's eyes widened as she lost her balance. After that, Zelda wanted to grab Regina's collar but missed her again.