Arven Pokemon Fanart Novels & Stories

Other than Arne, even those who did not want to admit that fact had been forced to. Even the disciples of the Deer Pavilion behind Arne had slowly accepted the truth. Time flashed by, and the stage was quickly cleaned up. Fane steadily walked up the stage again. This time, the crowd was exceptionally quiet. Everyone was already looking at Fane with a different expression. The caretaker took out another black scroll. After opening the scroll, five new beast images were shot into the air. Fane looked up at those beasts in detail. Fane was thankful that he recognized two out of the five beasts this time. The first was a coral drake that was on the rightmost end, while the nine-tailed scarlet fo

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.

Sparks shoot into the air like dying stars. Arven stands over the anvil, exactly where I expect him to be, his hammer rising and falling in a brutal rhythm. Sweat runs down his temple, disappearing into soot-streaked skin and the rolled sleeves of his shirt. He looks like a man who has spent his entire life arguing with iron—and winning. Clang. Clang. Clang. The air smells of iron, ash, and old magic. He doesn’t look up at first. “Whatever it is, come back tomorrow,” he mutters without turning. “I’m finishing an order for the western warriors—unless you want a sword shaped like a spoon.”

“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.

He says before leaving me with a group of young adults looking up. I follow their gaze and almost immediately, my face shows up on the screen along with some information about me. Name: AVA COLLINS Age: 21 Crimes: Mass Murder, Arson, Kidnapping etc Qualities: Pro in weaponry, Skillful, Has Anger issues, Dangerous and conniving nature. Grade: A* Well, I guess I know why that woman was asking so many questions. Everyone seems shocked apart from the dangerous clique. They just seem impressed. After a while, Everyone goes back to whatever they were doing and the girl Rhea walks up to me wearing black workout clothes.

Leon raised Owen face and wipe the tears on his eyes as he said. "Once we get married, there's no running away, no hiding, and most especially... No more ARCANUM.." He landed a sweet kiss on Owen's lips when the one he only love nodded his head. ~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~ Author wants to thank those readers who never stopped reading it until this time. For my editor. And for Lord who never stopped giving me ideas. I love you all!!

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

As if ready with a go-fashioned shield, used as a bladed weapon it'd be like a shuriken, Raven's proper arm turned into converted into an anti-vampire armament combining offence and defence. Simply the sight of the awesome golden lustre turned into sufficient to make Jace lose his will to fight. The go's photo seared into his eyes, preventing all his physical features such as regeneration. Everything turned into for this present day moment—as a way to use the only anti-vampire weapon to exterminate him correct. "Stop it...!! I turned into the wrong..." "Oh~ Whatever." Raven spoke absolutely unenthusiastically. He felt fed up from the lowest of his coronary heart and declared coldly.

He then proceeded to introduce each candidate and their unique abilities: - Aaryn: CHANGE - the power to transform into various forms. - Jet: FREEZE - the ability to freeze enemies. - Raven: SNOW - the power to create snow, even on a sunny day. - Amarok: ARMOUR - the ability to turn his body into an impenetrable armor. - Katniss: SNIPER - the skill to easily target enemies from a distance. I smirked confidently, determined to become the top candidate for the next trainer position.