Ash And All His Pokémon Novels & Stories

While it may not seem like a big deal to some, the Cavendish family would very much like an explanation. Andrew responded with an easy smile. "My explanation is straightforward: Asher is standing right here, and I sent him back without a scratch on him. If you don't take my word for it, Patriarch, ask him yourself. As for how the misunderstanding happened in the first place, I think the details speak for themselves.

She asked reaching out for my bump. I smiled before nodding feeling the tears accumulate at the brim of my eyes. She rubbed on my bump just as a lone tear slipped feeling overwhelmed as I broke into sobs. Ashley pulled me in for a hug urging me to fry even harder than I intended to. It surprised me that I would be raising the pup all on my own. The father didn't want me, he used and discarded me like I was a piece of nothing, what am I even talking about, of course, I wasn't anything.

My hands met the rough, uneven ground as I dropped to all fours, my bones shifting and cracking as my transformation into Ash began. “Ash!” Tarr’s voice rang out, a warning in his tone, but Ash growled menacingly in response, daring him to intervene. With a swift turn, Ash bolted into the dense forest. The frosty night air rushed over his fur as he ran, his paws churning up mud with each powerful stride. How could Amber have concealed such a significant truth from me? Beneath the moonlight, Ash continued to growl his frustration, his instincts urging him to vent his anger. In his path stood a towering tree, and with a furious charge, he rammed into it, snapping its branches with his head.

Ash’s POV The roar of the clubhouse hit me before I even turned off my engine. Laughter, shouts and the sound of bottles clinking rent the air and for a moment, I wonder how they could easily fall back into their normal lives less than twelve hours after an attack. It was chaos the way I remembered it, but somehow louder and more… non challant. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and sweat. A few brothers cheered when they saw me, others nodded, their eyes sharp, reading me like they weren’t sure what version of Ash had come back.

I felt really bad for what just happened. "Don't worry about it, it's just a shirt" he tried to reason. "I am Jason by the way" he introduced himself, smiling a little. "I'm Ana" I returned. "Such a beautiful name for a pretty lady" Was he trying to flirt with me? I smile at him, he must be good with the ladies. Such a smooth landing. *** ASHTON I stepped out of the men's bathroom, the white stain on my black shirt didn't go away but it was manageable.

I chuckled breathlessly, blinking back the emotion that prickled behind my eyes. “Now, I’d definitely puke on everyone.” She grinned, making it nearly impossible to remain nervous and fearful. “Would you mind if I borrowed our Luna?” Asher’s gravelly voice slid up my spine, wrapping around my neck as it filtered through my ears. I turned and tried not to lose my breath entirely. His usually messy hair was styled, paired perfectly with the button-down shirt and slacks he wore. The dark colored clothing made the unusual shade of gold in his eyes stand out, swirling and churning with the darkness in them.

I snapped, pushing past her to open the window wider. “Asphyxia. That's the medical term that covers the entire…concept of suffocation. Just so you know, you know. But it's not like I was trying to kill you, or me. We're too young, and I'm incapable of murder, you know that. I've only ever killed geckos since I was born…” She rambled, trailing off when she saw my death stare. I admit, I was more pissed at the fact that her charred whatever woke me up from my dream. I wished I heard everything my father had to say, but unfortunately, I got woken up abruptly.

"Where are the elixirs?" A tall shadow on the floor crossed Adeline's barely open eyes. The shadow was of a bulky man, his frame strong and sturdy, and on his hand was a whip. When his deep voice reached Adeline's faraway consciousness, the hairs at the back of her neck stood up. She clenched her fist in anger, despite losing every inch of her being. "We... don't have... such thing," Adeline replied in a hoarse voice, gritting her teeth.