Zelda X Midna Novels & Stories

Even with her lively and lovely looking fashion choice resembling that of a doll, her expression and posture silently screams arrogance and 'keep a mile distance' at first glance. "I-Is that—" "What's so shocking, 'big brothers'?" That annoyingly high-pitched voice, there is no way they would not recognize it. "Zelda!?" the brothers blurted in chorus. Fourteen years old Zelda is a talented mage notable for her wide knowledge in everything animal and beast-related information. She is the adopted daughter of an old mage woman who resides in the town who is renowned for her healing skills and great mystical wisdom, which she provides for the town folks free of charge. Even at her age, her maste

"We are powerful together." Xienma nodded, her senses heightening as she felt the energy of the Moonflower mingling with her own. She focused on her bond with Xavier and Cassie, drawing upon their love and unity. As the first minion lunged at her, she sidestepped gracefully, channeling the magic within her. With a swift movement, she unleashed a wave of energy that knocked the creature off its feet.

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.

They represent Miguel's legacy, a legacy now entrusted to Zelda to wield against the very forces that took Miguel's life. Gripping the sword's hilt, Zelda feels a surge of power coursing through her veins. She envisions herself standing against Sasha, her movements fluid and precise, empowered by the weapon's inherent ability to strike at the vulnerabilities of a werewolf. The daggers, slender and lethal, become an extension of her arm, promising both defense and retribution. Thorne's gaze lingers on Zelda, a mixture of concern and admiration evident in his eyes. He knows the weight she carries, the burden of wielding such potent instruments against a formidable adversary. But he also recogn

Thankfully, today another elf returned from a 50-year trip to the northern region with an extremely rare grimoire and the Mothers did not want to wait a second to decipher it, which gave me a deserved day off. “Why aren’t you training?” Well, not exactly a day off. I am supposed to be practicing mana manipulation here at the forest, but instead decided to lay down and enjoy nature. That was until Lada interrupted me. “I’m training my meditation. What about you?” “I ran out of materials and figured I would come here to study some spells.” “You made that many potions and are still in one piece?” Lada is ages ahead of me when it comes to her lessons. She already can make almost every basic poti

’ I thought, ‘I can’t contact him through mobile phone but I can talk to him via mind-link. I immediately thought about him and asked, ‘Xander, how far do you reach? Are you alright?’ Within a second, Xander replied, ‘Don’t worry about me, love. I am fine. It will take almost two more hours to reach.’ I replied, ‘Ok, take care and don’t forget to wait for me, in front of the gate, I am coming.’ Xander replied, ‘I am dying to see you, come soon. I will wait.’ My lips curled up, I knew Xander was not taking me seriously. I replied only with thanks and then started to be ready hastily. I wore a red designer dress which was almost touching my knees and black denim along with a matching red penci

The leader announces and I do as she says drinking the tasteless red liquid. “Then you are marked to receive the moon goddess' greatest blessing.” The leader commands, to which Mellana responds by dipping her index finger into the white liquid and drawing symbols across my face and shoulders. “And then you can come closer and stand with me in the inner circle.” She says lowering her voice a bit while I walk towards her. She positions me right in the middle of the clearing and gestures her hands so that the candles that are illuminating the circles, decrease their intensity, making the only light that stood out, be that of the moon.

I questioned angrily. “Zelda, you will be great if only you keep your heart open and free from hatred. Gina is not your enemy. She is the scarlet witch who would save your pack and stop the enemies. Be there to assist her, as you are still a witch even though you don't have the mark.” “I will never support her. I will never help her! That position was supposed to be mine, but you took it away from me. You are terrible for doing that to me.”

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.