The-Dark-Lord-Link

~~~A Legend of Zelda and Warcraft crossover story~~~ She stormed about, pacing back and forth like a caged lioness bearing her teeth to the world in anger. The Worgen king had foiled her plans, forcing her to return to the Undercity to devise a new strategy. The set back had cost her valuable time. More of her val'kyr were falling, and with the Alliance having once again become hostile to spite the Horde's retreat, time was running out. How could Genn be so foolish as to destroy the Soulcage? It was a legendary artifact that she worked hard to retrieve from Helheim! The battle of Broken Shore was not her fault. The memory of their unceremo

The snow covered skies covered the chilling wind's approach, allowing it to cover the mansion  in a heavy sheet of snow. As the world grew colder, the effects of winter announced its dominion constantly with the howling of the freezing winds, and the frozen, tiny flakes that rained down. Despite the bleakness, it was still beautiful. Samus adjusted her coat around her neck, the gorgeous scenery was a rarity for her to witness. If she wasn't so sure she'd remember the image around her as vividly as she saw it, she would of used her suit's helmet to take some pictures. But no, the glory of the world's 4th season was magnificent in her eyes. F

Genre: Dark | Supernatural | Suspense Summary: Investigating Kakariko's Graveyard for any clues on his search for the Len's of Truth, Link finds himself before the Royal Family Tomb. After opening the tombstone, he begins a descent into a darkness that he wasn't prepared for. THE TOMB ========= Chapter I ========= A cold, gloomy night to shun the light of Hyrulian; shadowy graves hunched over slopes of gravel and stone walk ways. Feelings of ill-willed presences – seeking harm and bleeding malice to living nodes of Life herself. The courtyard of old, now resting place to the dead of Hyrule. Never at peace, only to the null spirited.

Of but one thing may symbolize elegance, but is dangerous to those who do not know how to handle it. That object is the Rose. Refined is she, who longs for their grace and beauty. Tender is he, whom brings them to her. For RemtheDeathGoddess – Happy birthday, my friend! THE LONELY ROSE The silence of her home was heavy, the only sound being that of the rain beating against her window. Nature poured rivers from the heavens and showered her lonely mansion, as if washing away her past. For long days, she sat by her window – gazing beyond the thick glass upon the green fields that surrounded her land, vast as it was from the famil

PAIN IN MY BACK A Soul Calibur Short Story The young hero struggled to keep the luggage on his back as he and his traveling companion moved forward on a dirt road. Tall trees surrounded them, and a river bank that stretched on for miles ahead could be heard to their left. His rich green tunic was riddled with sweat, and a rather grotesque supply bag strapped heavily to his back made it safe to assume why he was covered in perspiration. He struggled to maintain his footing on the bumpy floor, cautiously stepping over small stones to avoid a mishap that would likely crush him. Twinges of pain coursed his back, causing him to grunt with each st