Fiery Wrath Pokemon Novels & Stories

"A dragon's rage is incomparable to anything you've ever seen. Mine is worse. You cannot want to be around me if I'm ever in that condition." I shift to my human form and stretch out on his neck so I can wrap my arms about him. "Don't be silly. I trust you. We're friends." His scales become too hot for me to touch, so I unwrap my arms and slide down a bit. "During one of my rages, I all but killed Laryn's bride. I burned her with my fire and her flesh melted to her bones. The pain I caused her and Laryn cannot be denied. When I tell you to get away from me because I'm going into a rage I mean it."

They weren't an opponent comparable to Berk, who used the dragon's silver heart power at that moment. “Come on! Kill me!" provoked Berk to his guests. “Yol Blast!” shouted Edmund. Fire Blast. The flames devoured Berk's silvery body. But Berk felt nothing at all. The flames vanished with a slight flick of light as Berk moved his body. “Urvath, Yol Blast!” shouted Edmund. Urvarth, The Fire Dragon, appeared in spirit form and attacked Berk's body with scorching dragon flames. Berk's body twitched backward in the heat of Urvarth's flames.

She turned and look at the fierce red animal behind her who was growling and looking at Becky with anger. His eyes have aggression and hatred. Becky looked at the animal. “Calm Down. Calm Down. The night just begins”. She tried to use her Goddess power over the angry wolf. The wolf didn’t listen and pace like an angry and injured wolf. He growls while desperate to attack Becky. Becky tried to control his aggression through his eyes. He immediately steals his gaze and looked on the other side, while growling and warning her with his loud voice.

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

I said. They all jumped up from the table, the one I’d dumped my drink on spitting, “Bitch!” I didn’t even hesitate to take hold of the tray with both hands and hit one of his buddies so hard that he stumbled into another. Immediately, I let go of the tray, stepped up to the one who’d assaulted me, and grabbed his nuts in a vise-like grip. “Let me educate you on how hot my abilities are. I can set fire to your nuts before you can Gargoyle up, and while I know you’ll heal from a little burn, I imagine it might just be a little painful for a while.”

"Let's just say I've made my share of enemies over the years. But I'm not afraid of them. I'll do whatever it takes to protect myself and my business." As they spoke, Miriam couldn't help but notice the prince's confidence. He seemed almost...smug. Like he knew something they didn't. "Prince Salim, can I ask you something?" Miriam said, her tone probing. "Of course," the prince replied. "Do you know anything about the graffiti left at the crime scenes?" Miriam asked. "The one that says 'I AM FURY'?" The prince's expression didn't change, but Miriam detected a flicker of something in his eyes. Interest? Recognition?

I could feel it flowing into me as a cool soothing feeling battled with the anger and burning rage. It was as if two halves of me were battling to take hold of me, it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. When we spotted the warriors fighting with what I recognised as Trent’s wolf and two others I connected to my warriors. They stood down straight away, even as I can hear Dylan shouting through the link to all available warriors to look for me, they stood down at my word.

Phaedra shows a taste of her power, summoning a volcano’s flaming lava that imitated a firebird’s silhouette as it flew in his direction. Soren was quick on his feet and finally takes out his wand and summons a cool blue breeze that mimicked a whale’s cry and greeted her phoenix with a whip of its whale-like tail. Their powers clashed and colored the battlefield in hues of red and blue, hiding in the beautiful imagery of their clash, like two forces resisting to yield to one another. Eventually, the phoenix and the whale exploded under immense pressure and force. The two squared off, magic and adrenaline pumping in their veins.