May Emerald Pokemon Novels & Stories

He rested his chin on the top of her head, silently marveling at how she was even starting to put some of her healthy weight back on. "Who's your new friend?" Xander rumbled affectionately, offering Emerald a polite nod. Reagan leaned comfortably into her mate's embrace. "This is Emerald. She's originally from the Claw Mountain pack, but she's here visiting with Alpha Cobb and Luna Nesha of the Silver Paw pack." She lifted her hand, pointing to the delicate copper and jade piece resting on the velvet tray. "And look at her work. Isn't this handiwork gorgeous? Look at this bracelet."

"I met Emerald when I was at my mom's old pack. I was just a kid then. She was not exactly a pack member back then but her father and her half-sister were," Zeus told me while walking. "She was the product of a one-night stand if you can call it that. Their mother, an omega from another pack decided to raise her and sometimes, she would visit her father and stay in the pack for a few weeks, but later on, Emerald stopped coming over and stayed with her mom's pack for good," he said.

(Emi’s POV) My birth name wasn’t Emi Moon. Once upon a time, my name was Emerald Amethyst and my sister’s name was Opal Amethyst. We were the surviving daughters of our famous parents, Gerald and Sapphire Amethyst, who were widely known archeologists. “You didn’t, did you?” I shake my head.

A face-splitting grin was set on Emerald's lips as she swept her gaze across the smiling faces of everyone present. “Meme!” She heard a small voice call out and cooed, spreading her arms when she saw her little brother, Emmett, waddling over to her after being set down on his feet by Luca. He made grabby hands with one of his hands while the other held a little confetti blower and carefully, Emerald scooped him up, brushing off her parents' and Jordan's protests about her pregnancy.

“Emelia, this is your daughter? She looks exactly like Gerald.” “Yes, I am. My name is Emerald. Mom, what’s the problem? Do you know this Auntie right here? She’s talking to you, why are you ignoring her?” Emerald finds her mother weird, she seemed like she was spacing out. After a while she spoke. “No, I don’t know her. Madam, I don’t want to be rude but I don’t know you. Please leave me and my daughter alone.” The woman paled and slowly she nodded. “I apologize. Excuse me.”

"Well, the emerald pack is in charge of creating a part of revenue for the royal family, through mining. They have a mining spot that is filled with gold and all sorts of precious jewels and diamonds. They sell it for a certain price and get their share after their sales. So far, this mining has given the highest amount of income for the kingdom." "I see," I said quietly as I assimilated every single information. Leon smiled, and gave me a satisfactory nod. He looked like a father that was proud of his daughter for learning something new. The manager came back out after a few more minutes of us waiting under the scorching sun. Behind him were three men, each holding tall and large baskets fi

The stranger smirked and chanted a spell. "You're a wi...zard?" the prince asked while stuttering. The stranger ignored him and continued to chant. In a few seconds, heart shaped rubies started to appear above his head. "What are these rubies for? Are you gay?" The stranger chuckled and started to move forward. "I thought you'd automatically know who I am by showing you my symbol. Those rubies are the ember of love. Whoever got those rubies will feel an everlasting and pure love. But my sister's ember possesses a much stronger love," the stranger explained.

I told him. “How can we be sure that you will be successful?” he asked. “Because she’s the most powerful fire elemental our world has ever seen,” Demir said in confidence. Drystan studied me for a moment before making a motion with his hand and the metal gates were raised up. I didn’t take my eyes off of him to look at the gates. He was still standing on the wall looking down at me. “I would like to help you, Luna Ember,” he said.

he said one night, his voice raw. “You didn’t choose for me,” Isabelle replied. “But I’ll choose for myself.” At the heart of Duskmoor, beneath the ruins of the old abbey, lay the Ember Shrine ,a place Isabelle had only seen in sketches and fragments. Together, they uncovered it. A stone chamber, lit by an eternal flame. On the walls, carvings of women in flames. At the center, an altar—and a symbol etched in gold: two names intertwined.

She keeps a hand on our body, making the darkness retract so we can breathe easily. ‘How can you talk to my mother, when I can’t?’ I mindlink her. She looks into our eyes, a soft smile on her lips. “I am the daughter of Emelda. Her magic does not work on me.” She says, making a waving move and uttering “aha!” I look in the direction where she waved her hand, and mom is slowly getting to her feet, or rather Emerald is. She looks over at us with rage in her eyes, but I know it is not us she is angry at; it’s the cheating Goddess.