Katrina Pokemon Novels & Stories

My eyes roamed hungrily all over her body until they landed on the tattoo inked right below her navel. Holy fuck. “No fucking way…” I muttered. Katricia’s eyes went wide with panic as she tried to cover her tits and pussy with her hands, but it was useless cause I'd already seen everything. "Nelson! How dare you walk in without knocking?! Get out!” She shrieked, pointing frantically at the door. Ignoring her, I stepped inside and locked the door behind me, drinking in the sight of her naked skin. “All this time you’ve been walking around the house in those baggy hoodies and loose jeans, pretending to be the perfect innocent little stepsister… and you’re actually Lunar Katt? The masked slut w

The teacher said. Rachel ignored it and discussed other matters with the teacher as she walked out of the school, two hefty Betas following them as she went. “Ashley.” Rachel turned and saw a little girl with blonde hair and so beautiful she was shocked. “Ashley come here.” The teacher prodded. Ashley walked up to them. “This is Luna Rachel. She is the Luna of our pack and this community.” The teacher said. Ashley looked up at her and gave a smile. “Hello.”

" What about Katty? Would she survive this? How are you so sure she is safe wherever she is right now?" "Katrienair was put to death before the assembly today" He began to narrated." She survived to everyone's amazement. she just made history by surviving our Holy water. Katrienair has powers, she's not an ordinary creature like us" "like us? power?" Emiliar gasped.

Katrina's expression turned flat, her eyes narrowing slightly as she asked, "What type of being?" I hesitated for a moment, trying to gauge how much information to reveal. I decided to keep it brief, hoping she'd trust me enough to help without prying too deeply. "She's a half-breed, Cryomancer/Witch," I replied, watching as Katrina's face went from curious to cautious. She took a deep breath in, held it for a moment, and then exhaled slowly, her eyes never leaving mine. The silence that followed was oppressive, and I could tell that I wasn't getting the automatic "yes" I'd been hoping for.