Fiery Wrath Pokemon Novels & Stories

The testing facility would be searched, the test subjects discovered, and Mercile Industries would be exposed for all the dirty secrets they hid from the world. She crouched over 416. His beautiful but angry dark gaze focused on her. Rage burned in his intense glare. She swallowed the bile that rose at what she had to do to him next. “I’m sorry. Really. I have to do this to you.” “I’ll kill you,” he rasped. One hand flopped on the floor next to her. “I swear this!” His throat worked. “I will kill you with my bare hands.”

Real is not what this is. With a heart thumping, I advance. "Gideon...what are you doing?" His eyes follow me, something incomprehensible flickering over his face. "What I have to" Lucas snarls, strength shooting out from him in waves. "You traitorous bastards." Gideon sighed. "Control your wrath, Lucas. You will find it useful. He then launches an attack. I hardly see him move before Lucas is hauled away from me. Gruntly slamming against the wall, he leaves me defenceless alone.

James asked as he looked at the wrapped package. “Open it and find out.” He smiled as James started ripping the paper off and unfolded the leather vest. “What does it say?” “That’s a phoenix rising from the ashes, same as my jacket. But below it, it says, ‘Blood of Wrath’. That means every biker that sees it will know you’re my son,” he said. James looked up at him, his eyes glistening. “Really?” “Whenever we go to events like today, you can wear it and people will know exactly who you are.” He could feel that tug of emotions in his chest and when he looked up, Jenna was smiling brightly, he could feel that in his soul too.

Fury surged through him. His Alpha pheromones blazed, his very skin seeming to hum with rage. "Who the hell are you? How dare you barge into Soulrend Pack territory and assault us?" He tried to crush Paisley with his aura. Paisley laughed, a cold, sharp sound. In an instant, she erupted with a sulfuric fury that scattered Dwight's aura like dust. She yanked Willow to her feet, her claws digging into the girl's throat. "Remember the name—Paisley. I've got a special hatred for scum like you."

She breathed. Aethon turned his head to look at her. “You are fucking tribrid.” Keondra looked at him. “That is impossible.” She slowly shook her head. “Except, it is not.” “You do not know what your are saying!” She sprang to her as her heart jumped into he stomach. “You can shift, you're an elf, and Keondra, you have the cursed venom flowing in your veins!” He stood up. “Clock it!” Keondra looked at him in silence as she tried to blink away the tears that soon betrayed her.

SWISSSHHHHHH "Four element fist, azure dragon fist! Die, you bastard!" "You bastard, you want to attack me again, no! Devil's fist swallows the world," BOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM

I swallowed, hating the thought, "... if you give me the bite and I survive, will I be as huge as you?" Zephyr paused. His face took on an expression I couldn't read, and for a moment, I thought he wouldn't respond. Then, quietly, he replied, "No. Only pure-blooded Wraths can reach that size." "Oh." Silence passed between us. My fingers fidgeted in my lap.

Ezra is not afraid because the other's goal is himself, but he also secretly thanks God because protecting Selena is simple as long as he could know the other's purpose. "Okay" Two black wolves with similar black fur, the most pronounced difference are their eyes. A pair of cold blue eyes clashed with a couple of fiery yellow eyes. A ferocious growl, sharp teeth. Their breaths were hot, and their heroic aura could not be underestimated. Ezra flew towards his opponent extremely fast, his sharp claws like blades attacking head-on. The mystic was someone who had also practiced sternly for years, so avoiding him was easy. He quickly switched from a passive position to an active attack.

"You need to get away from me! I'm dangerous! I-I-I think I'm cursed! I can't control her!" "Who? Who can't you control?" Chloe frowned. "My wolf." Emily shuddered, grimacing in pain. "She's so angry!" "But there are people who can help!" The dark haired girl shook her head. "You can feel it too, can't you? Your wolf is waking up. The pain is excruciating. That's her trying to take control." "What?" Chloe frowned. "You're shifting, Chloe." Emily replied. "We are all shifting and our wolves are really fucking angry."

On the other side of the horizon, The mysterious man, The night in Italy was colder than usual, a sharp contrast to the heat of my rage. The moment I learned Amira had defied my warnings and gone to see Ryan, I felt the familiar surge of anger coursing through my veins, the kind that made me feel alive, made me feel in control. I had warned her, threatened her, yet she still defied me. Her stubbornness would be her downfall, but not yet. No, I wasn’t ready to let her go that easily.