Arven Pokemon Fanart Novels & Stories

Holden noticed her eyes roaming about. " Are you looking for something?" He asked and Raven looked at him. " Not really. I'm just admiring the decorations. It is beautiful" Raven chuckled. " I'll go with this avatar. But make her look a bit taller like as tall as you and her eyes color should be green. Her hair should be dark brown. And oh, I'll like her costume to be matched with a black mask with only her eyes visible" Holden instructed and Raven frowned at him in confusion.

The five painted wolves are Alpha Arva’s children as it seems. After Alpha Arva and her children played around for a second, all of them shifted to their human forms. The one with a lot of tattoos already is Arya. The second tallest would be Arjo, the only boy in their family. Then Alva would be next to Arjo’s height; followed by Anka and Avie. Garox and Arjo have the same height while Arya and Etheal would be standing at the same height. “Children. Introduce yourselves to Garox and Etheal,” Alpha Arva said.

"I like large breed dogs. I don't hate mixed breeds. I'm pure Russian, my accent is too. I can speak English fluently…" Ara's right eyebrow went up. Is he trying to continue the ruined conversation last night? "I am not the type to get fat easily. Not everything that comes out of Danil's mouth is the truth. I just really don't like eating a lot. Swimming is my sport." Ara laid down her own lounge chair. Listening attentively to her patient. "I like anything brown." Her forehead crumpled. "Sixty percent of my new wardrobe is shaded in brown. Is that a coincidence?"

When he wanted to, he could look like a purely murderous creature. His dragon was equally as impressive. He was still small, considering he was only seventeen, but he was a deep ruby red dragon. Garren confirmed that he was a fire dragon, and with time he would be able to emit enough heat to melt gold with just a touch of his fingers. He could already make small flames form in his palms.

A recognisable voice calls from behind me. I reluctantly stop in my tracks and turn around as the cold has my teeth on the verge of chattering. I watch Arthwin’s familiar frame run over to me, his usual all-black attire standing out against the white snow around us while his fiery red hair makes him look like the human version of a GPS location pin. He slows down as he approaches, his heterochromia eyes becoming replaced by pitch blackness. The only thing keeping him from looking like a demon on the CW are the gleaming silver pearls that have taken the place of his pupils. His hands are illuminated by a violet glow and as he waves them, a dome of billowing violet smoke-like energy appears ar

I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm so there won't be a lot of orders. But why do I feel like he's going to ask me something weird? Crap, he better don’t do that. “Arthur, you can’t do it to a patient” I smile at him, try to convince him that I will be a bad errand type. “It’s okay, only me who knows it. Plus, I can keep a secret” he winks. “Asshole, go away!” I answer immediately. His laughter filled the room, he must be happy that he successfully teases me. What a jerk. Arthur opened the plastic bag and took out one orange from there, he slowly peeled the skin and cleaned it before handing one to me.

I cursed. “Mabel, Seer of the Deadly Fang pack and the first ever successful wereling created by Alpha Ryu.” Ryu succeeded in creating a wereling! Not only is he strong and blessed with flame harnessing from the atmosphere, he’s also smart enough to successfully create a wereling. That bastard! “So tell me, what would you do if you became the female Alpha?”

Ryan asked, his gaze lingering on her face as he awaited her response. "Yes," Arina replied softly, her voice filled with awe and admiration. "Let me show you something," Ryan said, guiding her towards a covered painting. Arina watched in fascination as Ryan removed the cover, revealing a stunning portrait of herself. Her breath caught in her throat as she gazed upon the lifelike depiction, every detail captured with precision and care. The colors seemed to dance across the canvas, creating an almost ethereal image of her likeness. "Who made it?" Arina asked, her eyes wide with wonder as she turned to look at Ryan.

“Yes, Arlo told me. I just didn't know it started; Since when?” “We need to focus here!” Arlo snapped. “Can I see the drawings of Ancient beings?” I requested, “Both the Lycanthropic dragons and the Apex predators?” “I would have shown you, but I thought it would be too sensitive,” Arwan responded softly. “I'm ready, I can manage,” I declared. Clara nodded and brought in several paintings of Ancient beings, a few alive and many dead. Arwan was part of them. I looked through and froze, “That's your mother; Melonie Aeron.” Arwan stated, pointing at a painting.

The alpha's brow went up after the first few flips, and he prevented Ari from watching, stating it was useless. Skipping the pornographic materials takes him to a collection of paintings and drawings gently tucked under. Arlen's initials sat calmly at the bottom of each artwork. "Have a look at this." Rufus handed a drawing to Ari. The outline had been sketched, yet it needed to be completed. It didn't take long for Ari to recognize the drawing. "This must be Arlen's love interest." A gentle grin appeared on her lips, recalling Arlen's description of the female alpha.