Evil Greninja Novels & Stories

“Hmmm… you lied to me when you said Dillon likes colorful things, right?” Lilac gasped. “Of course not. Dillon likes colorful things. That’s his biggest secret,” she let out a soft chuckle, “… and you made one for him.” Emily sighed. “Yeah, but I just saw that he’s not using it—” “Oh, that one. Well, maybe he doesn’t want to show it in public. You know… Dillon is the Beta of the strongest pack in the country. They’ve known him as fierce Beta—a superior one like the Alpha. He will be a laughing stock if he will wear the bonnet as he takes his duties.”

Some looked at their classmates, curious who would raise their hands, but none did. "No one?" Guren asked in disbelief, but his face remained stoic, and he sighed. "We're already at a disadvantage." He then pointed at a member of his team, a boy. "You are the eighth-ranker, respectively, correct? And if I remember correctly, your name is Benedict?" "Yes," the eighth ranker, called Benedict, answered with a nod, his fluffy brown tail swaying a bit as he moved ahead. "I usually play as a Knight, but I can be one of Your Highness's Hunter for now."

Jai immediately stood up and hurried his way back, not noticing the pair of blooshot eyes followed him out the partitions. Jai turned to the left from the back of the wall and saw the violet haired guy from one of the previous battle. The guy turned around when he noticed the steps behind him, his long hair swishing back and forth. “Hey! You must be Jai. Nice to meet you, I’m Mugen. If you watch my battle, you’ll know I’m a fire elemer.” “Oh yes, I saw it. You were astounding. Your hot flick was cool.” Jai shook his hand.

finally shift. I went to look up and the person carrying me and was shocked to see it was the man from earlier, his tattoos were visable at his shirt edge showing me that he was most likely covered in them, his hair cut was so much different then the men around here, the sides were shaven to the skin but long on the top; I couldnt help but notice a scar running down his jaw. This man was very much my type, old style warrior vibes flowed from him and dam was it sexy. He probaly saw me as a weakling but I couldn't help but be thankful he didnt seem to noice me looking at him because I really liked the view. "Rouge." His voice startled me as he suddenly looked down at me his eyes I thought wer

"You let me or Justin know if you see any evidence out there Brodi. We'll take care of it…even if it's technically on your land. I don't want any of you in trouble with the law." Brodi tamped down a growl in his chest. If those poachers showed up on his land or hurt his family or came near his mate, Jeff would never know about it. The poachers would just conveniently disappear. But Jeff didn't need to know that. Brodi nodded and tried to tone down his Alpha protective powers around the human. "Her name is Liv Fenrir," Jeff continued answering Brodi's original question. "Ironic, right? She's got a hell of a reputation. We were lucky to get her for this project."

Chasm was aware that Dagerstanteens could talk in their minds to each other. "The trauma these two have been subjected to is extensive," Octnavin said as JP walked over to Norwell. "Please advise, JP." Rhylent took a step closer to Chasm. "Greetings, Norwell. I am Jogpermaltine, but you may call me JP. I am the younger sibling to Octnavin, our great ruler. I am a royal here, but I am also an advanced healer." JP slipped a tentacle up Norwell's arm to follow the band on her wrist. "I want to look at your restraints. Please do not react with violence."

Wrenly had lost her parents early on, growing up with only her brother Trajan for company. His importance to her was beyond words. Suddenly, a towering figure strode into the room, his scorn for Garna's words evident in his scoffing. That newcomer was clearly mixed-race, with striking features and gray eyes that held a chilling glint. "General Chava, aren't you blowing this out of proportion? We're talking about a mere commander from Biskeland. With our ranks filled with warriors of God of War caliber, are we really worried about taking down Pendragon's top dog?"

Grendel snorted again, ashen faced. Lapon simply laughed in turn. "Really? In that case, don't say I didn't warn you that your fief will soon be annexed, right under your watch." "What?!" Murin, Grendel, and Luna paled in indignation. Then, glaring at Lapon, Grendel demanded icily, "Explain yourself!" "Hehe…" The youth chuckled just then. "I am Zoran Zangief, son of Tobek Zangief—chief of the Danifo Alliance!"

"What are you saying? Those two are targeted by Elisa, am I wrong?" Neptos nodded. "Jucel Greyn, a Saranian, and Chloe Rein, a Blood Star. Both can be a threat to her throne. But I know Elisa. She will not do anything against those two brats for now. She'd given them three years to survive." "But that doesn't mean nobody's going to harm these two." Neptos smiled. "Well," he mused and leaned back to his chair. "I saw them fight in Mineria Town. And I can say, their teamwork was just as natural as the breath and blood together."

All in the name of their hidden sanctuaries, the Sacred Birch Groves. To Froster, and perhaps to every citizen of the Republic they were the hunger of the wild and the cruelty of nature. Made manifest in these strange men and women who hunted them all like animals. They were never people. But now, it was strange to see one in mourning. Still they were the enemy, and to a Dragonwolf. An enemy was just another obstacle. The hornless one produces a fruit that grows from the vine covered gaps in his armor. He crushes it in his hand and douses Ergonus’s head. A color returns to the boy’s face as well as a clear sense of refreshment. But still, his eyes were weary.