Milo Pokemon Novels & Stories

He laughed again—loud, unhinged, echoing off the concrete walls like a psycho who finally won the lottery. One of his guys shifted behind him. Skinny kid with a scar across his cheek. Voice low, urgent. “Boss. Milo’s not someone to play with. You don’t think he came alone, do you? You need to act fast. If you want to kill him, better do it now before we all die here.” Nate shoved the guy hard. Kid stumbled back into a stack of crates. “Shut the fuck up.” Nate cocked his head, his eyes never leaving me. “Milo knew he wouldn’t dare two-time me. He actually came alone. And to be honest…”

but something had gone wrong. My heart was pounding hard in my ears as I ducked behind a large tree, peering through the brush. Jax and Elias were there, fighting with all they had. But the creature wasn’t backing down. Take this, monster.!” Milo screamed as he charged forward with a spear. But the creature moved faster than I could blink. And with one savage swipe— “No…!” I whispered, my eyes wide.

I explained and they nodded. I scanned the group for those who looked skinner, and less monstrous as compared to others. It turned out to be Milo, the most vicious of all the wolves I had trained. What an irony. “You will be the rich man, Milo. You look more easy in the eyes than all of us, although you are not.”

“Because there was no Milo who was after you!” At my words, her mouth dropped to the floor. I went closer to her and circled her. “Alpha Rudy of the Neon pack is a friend and when I asked him about Milo in his pack, he said, there is none that goes by that name. So my other option was to find a ‘Milo’ for you.” I scoffed as I pointed at Milo, who was standing a few feet away. “He happens to be the only other Milo in this vicinity and he—” I glared at her with repugnance. “He lives in a small community, a few miles from the Neon pack. Guess what community is that?” When she froze, I couldn’t help sneering. “Yes, that’s the only red-light area for wolves.”

Troy smirked, “you messed with the wrong guy. I’m a soldier and I won’t let you hurt Ela.” Troy and Ela both shifted and he stood in front of Ela. We were both the same size, but if he was a soldier, he would have way more training than I had. I left when I was eighteen, I had never fought anyone as a wolf. But Milo didn’t care about any of that, going on instinct alone. Milo attacked Troy, biting and scratching him wherever he could. But Troy blocked most of the attacks and threw me away. I tried to calm Milo down, but nothing seemed to work. He didn’t care that Troy was faster or stronger than me. He was going to get us killed.

I said as I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "I love mint choco." He said and I stopped. "Disgusting!" I hissed and he laughed. "Why is that disgusting? It's good." "I feel like brushing my teeth when I eat that flavour." I shook my head. "Do you have a pet?" He asked. "I have a black labrador at home. How about you?" "Really? I have a labrador too!" He said and I turned to him completely surprised. "Millie.. her name." "Blue.. his name." I turned to him and looked at him straight into his eyes.

"Milo. She needs hydration. Now." Milo gave a sharp, grateful nod, the command giving him a clear purpose in the overwhelming chaos of scent and instinct. He was glad of something to do, a practical way to help her. He turned to the cooler he'd prepared, his movements efficient and professional as he retrieved a bottle of electrolyte-infused water. He approached the nest, his expression carefully gentle and reassuring as he knelt at the edge, holding out the bottle. "Kara," he said softly. "You need to drink."

Baam! Following a deafening sound, Milo was not given time to react and was instantly sent flying. He slammed hard against the coffee table behind him and rolled off to the ground. As soon as he landed, a sharp pain pierced through his chest and he spat blood. His face was pale and he suffered from severe internal injury. Thankfully, Leon was not powerful enough to cause any permanent damage. Otherwise, he would have suffered far more than internal injury. "Milo was defeated? How is this possible?" Both Diego and Enzo rubbed their eyes in disbelief.

Chapter 215: The Learning Curve milo pov Millen moved first. She was faster than I had anticipated… a blur of white and crimson as she closed the distance between us. Her fist drove toward my solar plexus with enough force to shatter ribs, collapse lungs, and end the fight before it truly began. But I didn't dodge.

“I don’t know anything about training pups.” “You just have to exist while children ignore directions.” That… sounded accurate. One pup pawed at my ankle, and I gave in, kneeling to scratch behind his ear. His tail thumped so hard his entire body wiggled. Cassian watched with a soft expression I didn’t understand. “He’s attached,” Cassian murmured. “He’s small and fluffy,” I said. “I don’t stand a chance.” Cassian’s gaze flicked toward the small wolf. “His name’s Milo. He’s… had a hard start. Lost both parents.”