Bitter Blade Pokemon Novels & Stories

“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?”

Others glared daggers at Acacia. Acacia just stood there, blinking like a lost puppy.

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.”

"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.

“Daddy stop!” Breen staggered back, blood seeping from his mouth. He then stepped forward again. Jared Noble was by no means a small man and he looked like a bear about to put a smaller animal down. He step forward and swung again. Breen caught his hand and stopped it in mid slam. Victoria clasped her hands over her mouth. Breen leaned forward and spoke low, “Because you are Victoria’s father. I will not fight you.” Jared looked into his eyes as he let out a roar and pulled his other arm back.

In his hands, he held a shorter blade that he offered to Aria handle-first. "Basic silver alloy with moonstone inlay," he explained. "Not powerful enough to significantly enhance your abilities, but sufficient to provide a focus for channeling energy if you need it. And sharp enough to do physical damage if mystical attacks prove insufficient. Can you use a blade, or do I need to assign someone to guard you specifically?"

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.

he said. I looked towards the entrance of the gym as Blade walked through it. Blade is a Seer and he has been with my pack since I was a pup. He isn’t a shifter but he pledged his life to my father once he became of age to do so. Before then he was under my father’s protection and now I’ve taken on that pact. He is one of my best friends. His position isn’t normal, as a Seer is usually a female. It's for that reason he is doing his own research on his background. For now he can keep his privacy on it so long as his safety or the packs’ isn’t in jeopardy. He walked over to where we were sitting with his hands in his suit pockets. “I knew I’d find you two in here. Drills weren’t enough to driv