Novel & Cerita Arven Pokemon Fanart

Lev's POV When I woke up, I realized that the insignia on my chest had suddenly changed into a lion cub with a wing. I was baffled as I ran to the incubation room and saw that Ari had already broken out of the egg. It's a female, but she has a male passive form. What's more, she had a wing similar to the insignia on my chest before it disappeared.

Just the miracle of this perfect little being who carried both Draven’s stubborn jaw and my restless spirit. I looked across the room where Auren was sitting by the hearth with a sketchbook in his lap, his legs tucked beneath him in that way children could manage without discomfort. He was drawing again, something with wolves and fire and trees, his colored pencils scattered around him like fallen leaves. His art has grown sharper lately, the lines more intentional, the subjects more complex. What had once been simple stick figures now showed genuine skill, genuine vision. Even now, his brows were furrowed in focus, and I wondered what he was processing behind those serious green eyes that s

◇NO POV◇ For world Aurthur might be cruel but infront of viranica he is the most sweetest man he can't even raise his voice infront of her the side which world never seen from Aurthur was seen by viranica sun rays hitting viranica's eyes she opened her eyes slightly and looked at the handsome face beside her she pushed him away with one push but he is in deep sleep so moved and slept again some evil idea popped in viranica's brain she went near the sketch and brought it she started face art first she wrote monkey on his forehead later she drawn danger symbol bones and everything, she drew two fangs near his lips, she wrote monster on his face

Did he really think I was speaking rhetorically? "An Avatar is like you and me, but they can do so much more, you could be a berserker with magic, you could be a wizard with swordsmanship, there's even this girl in the capital, a tank healer and she can control spirits, imagine this talent when she is older!"

Ravan said showing most adorable smile as he and Vivan both started playing together, while they were playing one of Ravan mother loyal servant saw them together and immediately informed same to her owner ‘Suryakala devi’, hearing which Ravan mother got furious and immediately rushed out her son, seeing Ravan laughing heartily with vivan she harshly pulled him back and slapped vivan right across his chubby cheeks “thuje kitine barr jaha hai mere bête se durr rahne ko ghatiya ladke (Translation: How many time have I told you to stay away from my son you bastard) meanwhile Vivan mother ‘Snehakumari’ came there and immediately cooed her son in her embrace and “Malkin iss bar iss maff kar do agl

Raven’s POV “How is your hip feeling?” Jonathan questions once Ares finishes wiping everything clean, and I smile. “Not bad, it’s mostly healed. Ares thank you it is so beautiful,” I can’t help staring down at the giant knotted red raven on my hip and thigh, falling in love with my first tattoo. The pattern is an intricate thick band with dark red edges, lightening towards the center overlapping itself creating knots. “You’re welcome, thank you for letting me do such an amazing piece, it suits you, you guide our people well,” Ares brushes his blonde hair out of his face, then hugs me and I nod very proud that I have others believing in me.

The man’s imposing appearance contrasted with his unrefined attire, and his pale complexion hinted at a life spent away from sunlight. "Arlo, I don't want to keep it if it belongs to someone else,” Adrian said. He did not want to take advantage of others as he was well aware that there was no such thing as a free lunch. Upon spotting Arwen, Carson's expression changed as if he had seen a savior. Arwen, one of the top ten experts, was famed not only for his strength but also for his remarkable craftsmanship, capable of turning trash into extraordinary objects. Many admired him, including Bucky.

As I reflected on that chapter of my life, a wave of emotions washed over me. “Mum! Come and see! I found the most beautiful caterpillar!” I shift my gaze towards the source of the voice, spotting an adorable little boy sprinting towards me. With his jet-black hair, round eyes, rosy cheeks, and vibrant red lips, it’s evident that he takes after his father, Aaron, the Alpha Lycan of the Silver Moon Pack. This charming child is none other than Arve, my firstborn. “Oh my, Arve, that looks absolutely adorable,” I exclaimed, unable to contain my laughter. “But, aren’t you afraid of it?”

She just hasn’t figured out how yet. And now, I’m just as interested in that idea Raven wasn’t too open about her plan. She had whispered it in my ear in passing, and scolded me when I tried to ask her any more. And escape sounds enticing. Rousing. Nothing on Ren’s isle appeals to me, aside for the money, which Raven conspires is a lot. If we figured out a way, I could be out in a year's time, finding sanctuary in another Pack. Maybe the Love Pack. I’ve never seen snow in real life. We simply get bathed in ice every once and awhile.

Of course it would be a hard task considering the fact they all wear masks and if she were to be found out with her gloves, it wouldn't be possible. The superiors in the Raven band all have special gloves to differiante them. The superiors are the ones who get to know what Raven looks like and they are the most trusted and surprisingly they are just five of them. Kai, Archie, Lucius, Tanya and including Raven herself (Mia). They lead certain lookouts for any spotted offender in line with the job they are called for; fishing out the weres, vamps and zombs.