Ash Catches All Legendary Pokemon Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Elon might steal you and own you as his own mate. I feel like I’m breaking down. The words I said to her was almost like my whining. I hate to say this but right now, I’m only praying that I could save Ashira at the right time. ‘No, Aiden, I won’t let him do anything or even get near me. I don’t want to be stole! I’m your mate!’ ‘I know, please, calm down.’ ‘I will never forget you! I-I-I don’t want to be-, Aiden, please…’

There’s no wound there, but it still feels sore. I can’t believe I didn’t see it before. The entire idea of the mate games—it’s based on the legend of the white wolf. The perfect mate. The protector. The rare and destined bond. Everyone talks about it like it’s some beautiful fairytale. But I’ve been dreaming about him. And now that I know Asher is the white wolf… I have more questions than answers. Because there were two wolves in the dream. The black one—the one that always attacks. The one I always run from.

Even my wolf purred at the sight of him. A wave of arousal hit me so hard I had to clench my thighs together. It felt as if I'd met my other half, something that only happens if you’ve found your destined mate. Except…i’ve found my mate, but that can’t be possible, i’m latent, we don’t mate. Bound in chains on my wrists and feet like a slave to be sold to her master. I must look so ridiculous right now. Asher just stares, I couldn't bring myself to stare into his eyes directly, after all his reputation precedes him

Jeff was holding on to his rabbit that he had gotten from the woods in the first place. “Go to bed.” Liam instructed. “I want to see Ashley before I go.” Jeff pouted. “If you try to engage me, I will grab your rabbit, kill it and use its skin to clean my shoes.” Liam threatened. Jeff swallowed and followed his nanny to wear he was going to sleep. Liam turned around and by the time he had set his head up, Ashley was nowhere in sight. Then Ace came up to the alter with a young girl with red hair. “A mate has been chosen!”

Then, it snapped back into action with the force of a whirlwind, eliciting a feverish gasp from my throat, as though I had been resurrected from the depths of drowning. I staggered backward, away from the brothers, shaking my head vehemently. "No. No," I muttered under my breath, refusing to accept their preposterous claim. "You are liars." I pointed accusingly at each of them, my thoughts becoming increasingly frantic. "Murderers. Bullshit!" I spat, venom thickening my voice. I burst into laughter, clutching my waist and simultaneously striking my forehead with my other hand. "You are clearly jesting. This is not the explanation I anticipated hearing. We are engaged in a serious discussion;

I had no answer. She let me go. Her gaze shifted to the urn in my arms. "You won't take this when it's offered? Then I am taking it from you. "You will not see your father's ashes again." She reached. The blood in my arms went cold. The control I had been holding cracked. "Please… please don't. It wasn't me. I'll do anything, anything you want. Just don't." I was about to fall to my knees again. I would have. The pride and dignity I'd had walking in here had been gone for hours.

My blood went cold. I looked at the bone door, at the darkness beyond it, at the way the chains rattled like they were laughing. I looked at Dax—being dragged into law that wanted to own him. I looked at Kieran—wearing hunger that wasn’t his. And I made a decision I hated. “BACK,” I said, voice low, shaking. The word hit the chamber like a slammed fist. Ash surged up and slammed into Kieran, knocking him back a step. His coal-bright eyes flared with irritation—then delight.

Then his mouth curled, sharp with greed. “There it is,” he whispered. “Finally.” Before he could finish, before he could harness whatever sick claim he thought he had over me, a shadow surged into us. Heath. A beast of black fur and fury, blood glistening on his muzzle, eyes lit like hellfire. He collided with Ashar with a force that rattled my bones, massive claws raking down Ashar’s chest. Ashar’s grip tore from me as he staggered, teeth bared. “Get off me!” Ashar roared, and his body broke apart, shifting, twisting, snapping until a massive silver-gray wolf stood where he had been.

Her steely gaze held disappointment and sadness. I don't give a damn, though. She can join the club. Bastian, a dragon shifter from the dragon realm, came to see me and his gaze held disappointment too. It also contained the added touch of anger, which I deserved. In my grief over the death of my beloved bride, I tried to kidnap Bastian's son, Ashrac. The human bride of Laryn, another of my dragon brothers, tried to stop me. I practically burned her to a crisp, incinerating most of her body. The horror of what I did haunts me, and forgiveness is not what I seek.

"Perfect. Let's see if there are others." We finished the section, but our initial luck didn't hold. "I suppose that's the only one," I said, my voice tinged with disappointment. "Still, it's better than nothing." Our search of the ancient legends section yielded only a single, slim volume—a collection of fables about elves, more myth than fact. It was useless. "Any other ideas?" Cassius asked, the exhaustion in his voice mirroring the slump of his shoulders. A slow smile crept onto my face. "I have one more."