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.

The stone fractured under the immense pressure of my aura, the very dimension struggling to contain the sheer volume of power I was radiating. Panic flashed across Fenrir's monstrous face. He raised his massive shadow claws, roaring in defiance as he unleashed waves of shrieking shadow spirits and torrents of dark, corrosive energy to stop me. The black tide surged forward, intent on drowning my light. But I didn't even raise a hand to defend myself. As the shadow spirits collided with my aura, my golden flame incinerated them all in an instant. They turned to white ash before they could even scream, obliterated by the true power of the Heart of the Wolf.

Besides that, the Dark and Light Emerald Lotus within his core could transform it into vital energy of other attributes. Chase decided to fight fire with fire. He used the ultimate move from the Burning Sky Technique, Flaming Burning Sky. The sky was covered in flames as they covered the opponent like a blanket. Every ball of flames that the three Fire Dragon martyr spirits rained down was swallowed by those flames.

The mystique power shot past Yik and dissipated behind him, leaving nothing but rumbling sounds. "Amazing!" Logan regarded Yik with intrigue. "The lord of Wolfort City gifted me this Cambrian Python. It can cleave anything and everything in the universe. Godtools have souls, and the soul of this Godtool is a mystique beast known as Cambrian Fish that can use water-type moves. Chrysopoeia Graders will be weakened against this. Armed with this Godtool and above this vast ocean, I have the advantage. Are you sure you want to fight me?"

It all happens so fast, before I can even comprehend it. Faster than I realize, I am already on the move, my instincts propel me into action, my heart thumps with an unquestionable need to protect Alaric at any cost. Thrusting my hands out, my element lashes out with a deafening roar, a powerful torrent of flames burning everything in its path, wild and untamed.

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.