Zelda X Ganondorf Novels & Stories

He was faster than anything Thane had ever faced. Each strike from Thane’s blade barely slowed him down. Xandros’s laugh rumbled through the air. “You struggle in vain.” Thane staggered, gripping his sword tightly. He clenched his fist tightly as his werewolf ability charged he roared as he slammed his fist into the ground. The force cracked the stone beneath them, causing Xandros to stumble for a moment. Thane rushed forward, driving his blade into Xandros’s chest. The creature roared, but his lips curled into a grin.

“He’s just a child! He can’t…he can’t go through this. How do I stop it? Tell me how!” Xander’s eyes didn’t leave Star’s. His voice was firm, steady. “There’s only one way to bring him back. The Frostpond Spring.” My lips parted. “The what?” Xander reached into his pocket. His hand came back holding a small glass bottle. Inside, clear water shimmered, almost glowing under the dim light. “This,” he said. “The water from Frostpond Spring. It’s rare… powerful. It cools the fire inside. It brings balance back. With this, he can turn human again.”

She's the same age as Y and Z. Xander sat beside me and I gave him a nod. He is uncle Raze's eldest son and we share the same interest - reading books. He looked at me and I opened my palm towards him, "Where's my gift?" I teased and he raised his eyebrows. He's literally the younger version of uncle Raze, only with a longer hair.

Not with the way Xander had looked at him afterward — not with suspicion, but with recognition. A soft knock sounded on his door. Once. Twice. He froze. Only one person knocked like that. “Open up,” came the low voice. Zade hesitated. “It’s past curfew.” “Yeah,” Xander said. “And someone tried to kill you today. So maybe let me in.” Zade sighed, pushed to his feet, and unlocked the door. Xander slipped inside quietly. His hair was still damp from the rain, his black academy jacket open at the throat, the faint scent of dominance radiating off him like a storm. He closed the door behind him and leaned back against it, eyes scanning the room before landing on Zade.

Today, the biting mountain frost was beginning to retreat, leaving the earth soft and yielding beneath the boots of a new generation. Xander stood at the center of the field. He wore no armor, only a simple, dark canvas tunic and durable trousers. His massive frame still cast a long, imposing shadow across the plateau, and the faint, pearlescent scars of his past battles were clearly visible on his forearms. Yet, the terrifying, coiled-spring tension that had once defined his every movement was entirely absent. He stood with his hands loosely clasped behind his back, his golden amber eyes sweeping over the forty young wolves gathered before him.

I inquire looking at him with disdain. A disgusting grin appears on the Xander’s face. "I see that you let my hostages escape... but it was very kind of you to stay and replace them, Commander,” says Xander. "This was the Shark that detained Gordon," says the other Eel next to him. "Yes, it was me," I reply, raising my chin with pride. "Kill him, Xander. Look at the carnage he has caused among our men,” says the Eel, pointing to all his fallen comrades.

With a last glance at her mother, she launched out of the room. Xander threw his fist on the wall, causing a crack to shrink into the spot, the dungeon bubbling the echoes. Xander's heartbeat was violent inside his chest, he towers aside a corner and grabbing a sword from the rims of plenty, he circulated back to his position before his most hated arch enemy.

Zelda said and Ameliah looked at her in confusion… “What are you talking about?” Ameliah asked… “The Xavier that was mentioned in this book is still alive and kicking. His real name is Cassius.” Zelda said and Stephen and Ameliah gasped in shock… Zelda adjusted herself in her seat and began explaining the story to them.

I said and went down so she could climb on. I carried her on my back as we walked away. We got to the big tree to see my other two men captured in a net. That must have been the reason for the cry I heard before the now dead asshole pointed a gun at me. Xander cut the net with his claws and freed them. His brown fur and claws were painted with blood. He couldn't turn back now because he shred his clothes when he turned into his wolf side. I noticed Hazel avoided looking at the blood coating his body.

ZORNZON explained. With that information, I carried the sinner's body and walked away from them. It seemed that they were too intimidated by the presence of Xandros to follow me. How amusing... Once I was certain that I was not being pursued, I sprinted through the dark forest and threw the sinner's body onto the ground. Drawing my sharp knife, I aimed it at her and forcefully stabbed. However, a sudden light appeared, as if something was protecting her. It seems she possesses a shield power! Undeterred, I attempted to stab her repeatedly, but the shield continued to thwart my efforts.