Bitter Blade Pokemon Novels & Stories

"You didn't just love me, Jinyan. You used me to stay alive. Every time we touched, every time I felt that rush of connection... I wasn't just giving you my heart. I was giving you my life." He let out a jagged, wet breath. "I wanted to tell you... I tried to find another way. But the Father... he designed me to need you. I am Blade, Panni. And a blade has no light of its own. It only reflects what is poured into it." I felt the resonance in my blood begin to scream. It was a physical pressure behind my eyes, a heat in my palms that felt like molten lead. I was the Battery. My very existence was a power source, a reservoir of light that the Firm had spent fifteen years perfecting.

Its blade glowed with a faint green light and was obviously poisonous. The Five Poison Sect was particularly good at using poison and they could kill people faster than anyone could realize how it was done. Kendall's weapon was called Devour the Heart and it was a Blue Category weapon. There were rumors that when it was cast, it was soaked in the venom of 108 poisonous insects for a year. Therefore, Devour the Heart was extremely poisonous. As long as it cut through a person's skin and made a wound, the victim would be attacked by the poison and die miserably.

A bastard. The rage I felt that day was indescribable. It consumed me, feeding the greed and ambition that had already taken root. I realized then that loyalty was a fool’s game, one I no longer wished to play. The Silver Blade had been passed to Bennett that very night. I had seen it with my own eyes—a blade forged in moonlight and laced with power far beyond comprehension. I knew then it would never belong to me unless I took it by force. I tipped back the glass, letting the whiskey burn its way down my throat. The fire roared louder as if responding to my anger, and the beast at my feet snarled softly, sensing the shift in my mood.

Li Wei was still inside the arena realm room, and the time had not yet come to come out. At that moment, he suddenly felt a change with himself. A strange apparition appeared before his eyes. "What is this? Why does a small screen with letters appear in my vision?" Li Wei asked in surprise. The letters were lined up and appeared one after another with the following contents, Fighter's name: Li Wei Job: Firebender Blade (a mix of mage and swordsman)

"Stars burn bright but the brighter they shine the faster they burn." ~LNF ------------------------------------------------------------‐-------- It was December when his parents abandoned him in the barren forest that was heavy with snow. A kit born with cloudy blue eyes, sightless but not deaf to the abandonment of his parents. He wailed when the quiet of the forest drowned him, the cold causing him to shiver and shy away in fear of the unknown, of the cold lifeless forest, but then there was warmth.

“This is what I didn’t want to happen. I don’t blame you, Piccolo. It was my fault. I was hurting you, and I shouldn’t have done that.” “Why hasn’t it healed?” I asked through my hands. “Fire takes more time to heal.” “Not when you drink.” “Apparently, animal blood won’t heal this,” he stated. I sat up and looked at him. Putting my hand on either side of his face, I looked into his beautiful grey/blue orbs. “Bite me.” “Piccolo-” “I did this. Let me heal you.” I interrupted. He looked at me skeptically. “Are you sure?”

I felt myself falling, but they caught me, holding me up with a cruel grip. I tried to fight back, but my body betrayed me. My limbs felt like lead, and my vision spun. A sharp pain seared through my side, and I knew I was in trouble. My wolf, Nyx growled weakly as I bit on my lower lip. “You bastard. I’d never be able to submit to you. You are not my mate, I refuse to accept you” I say in pain feigning confidence. Blake is a rogue who has been trying to persuade me to get involved with him for months now.

she nods toward the bottle, “isn’t for you. It’s for him.” It takes a second for Bloom’s mind to connect the dots, and when it does, her breath catches in her throat. “Sage?” she whispers. “He was able to tell that the wine Callen gave him was poisoned, but not this. This is a slow-acting poison; it doesn’t have the faintest smell or taste and colorless once it touches water. You’ll find a way to make sure he drinks it. He trusts you, doesn’t he? Put that trust into good use.”

She lifted something into the air with both hands. Brea sucked in a huge breath when she finally realized that Victoria held a baby high into the air, a bright blue blanket swathed the boy as he began to cry. The whole beautiful setting turned from a sparkling scene to a black ash color before her very eyes. Everything blurred and the once bright colors ran together, like a Rockwell painting gone wrong. She could hear a loud roaring, it sounded like that time when a tornado passed close to where she lived in town last year. Her body shook as her stomach heaved. This can’t be real! She leaned her head back and screamed, “NOOOO!”

The familiar weight settled into his grip like an old companion. For a moment he stood perfectly still, letting the quiet settle around him. Then he began. The blade moved through the air in slow, controlled arcs. Steel cut through the morning mist. Again. Again. Again. Each motion was deliberate. Measured. His breathing fell naturally into rhythm with the movement of the sword. Training had always been the only place where Adrian’s mind truly quieted. The past faded. The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background.