Milo Pokemon Novels & Stories

Milo greeted me with a wide smile on his face. Milo is one of my closest friends in Bendoveh Island's Sixth District. He is the only bartender who does not consume alcohol. He's been clean for nearly three years. We grew up together and have been looking out for each other ever since. I've been going to the 69ers Club every night, and Milo has been my spotter and wingman when it comes to women.

Milo gets in a few jabs and body shots, but she isn’t phased. Milo makes the first big lunge, going directly for her midsection. She anticipates and jumps up, kicking him square in the nose drawing first blood. He drops with a thud after losing his forward momentum and rolls out of the way, preventing her from landing a heel kick between his shoulder blades.

“Hurry! Get out!” “No,wait! Milo!” I hack and scramble on all fours to the living room. “Milo!” Milo is passed out cold on the sofa. I shake him hard, but his body weight wobbles under my hands like a rag doll. I grab his face and realize how cold his skin is. There is hardly any mate bond under my hands. His lips are blue and I have never seen him so pale. I stop and try to listen to his heartbeat. It’s weak and slow, as if it could give out any second.

Milo was outside, clawing at the arms of an infected that had grabbed her from behind. "Mom!" Milo screamed again. The dark energy exploded from me without thought, without control.

"How could I possibly have? How did you know I was here?" "I sensed you; I did from the very second you awoke." You see, Milo was a warlock, seer, witch, or whatever you called it. And he was a powerful one at that. I could tell his powers had only grown stronger over the years. The only downside was that he was blind, although I doubt it affected him, seeing as he could most definitely defend himself if the need ever arose. He sniffed the air, breaking into a chuckle, “You’ve finally awakened, and already she runs from you.”

Perhaps, he did not understand that he was asking that question to a gangster, who has his hand over everything possible. Kai, passes a hand through his hair, resisting the urge to slap Huck across the face. "In case you don't know, my name is Milo Kai Anton, known as Lord Viggo. I have access to almost everything I set my eyes on and your community was fortunate to be amongst the things I like. Further, your home or whatever it is picks my attention and does contain what belongs to me". He said the last part with his face void of emotion. The confidence in his tone could tell that he was set to get what he wanted and no one was going to stop him.

This was the very Milo who ranked first among the ten toughest people! He was the leader of Firebrand Base, a man who was said to have reduced his own base down to nothing but the last few survivors. When he heard Liam's voice, the man in the mask reached up and pulled off the black face cover. A tan, sun-darkened face appeared. Milo's face was lean, with a hint of foreign blood. His features were sharp and rugged, his brows heavy, his nose high and straight, and his eyes a clear amber color. Everything about him looked hard and unbreakable.

Chapter Nine: King and Queen Silas Milo was a nice guy. He was only a year older and he's been serving the prince since he was twelve. The first day serving the prince was uneventful but I was glad I finally met him. He was kind, gentle and he smiled a lot. I could tell he has a reserved and aloof personality, but he's still friendlier than Leirom. That man is nothing but a pervert. I heard werewolves have a terrible temper and they can destroy a whole house when they're angry, but I couldn't picture Waian like that. According to Milo, he hasn't seen Waian angry since he served him.

“Then talk. For once, Milo, just talk to me as a man. Not a soldier.” Milo stayed standing for a moment, torn between instinct and emotion. Then sat across from me, almost like a son summoned to explain a hidden wound. He exhaled deeply. “My birth name is Mi Lo Jin. Son of Jong Ping Jin, Korean arms financier. Ruthless. Unforgiving. He trafficked power like currency. His reach extended into Lorenzo’s camp before Lorenzo even had a name.” My eyes narrowed. “And you disowned him?” Milo nodded. “He killed my mother for giving me a conscience. I left Korea. Found refuge with Mr. Martinez, a tech genius who owed my mother a favor. He became my real father. Trained me. Gave me a second life.”