Grim Reaper Pokemon Novels & Stories

He blushes, running a hand through his hair. Who knew Damion Grimm could be shy? “Cocky bastard,” I snort, walking away with extra swing in my hips just to spite him. The two boys in the group freeze like statues. Then Brad — the cocky one — asks quietly, awe sneaking into his voice despite his best efforts. “You’re Damion Grimm? The Reaper champion?” Damion’s face shifts. Softer. Younger. Still confident, but genuine, as he crouches and shakes the kid’s hand.