Pokemon Angry Novels & Stories

He slaps her. The world slows. No, that is just what they say it does, but my world moved faster. It sped up because my anger flitted up quickly into my throat. My hands ball into fists right before they pummel into him. I know I’m in transit, but my mind is steady. In seconds, I have his fist in an awkward way that shouldn't exist. “ This has nothing to do with you,” He grunts, pulling back on his trapped fist. I miss his other hand as it winds over my head and connects with my jaw.

An opponent clouded by anger is an easy one to defeat. “You BITCH!” Narin roars, his anger filled eyes directed at me. I smirk, waving my hand in a come hither motion and wait for his attack. This seems to have pissed him off further as he rushes me, his nails already turned into claws. Happy for the agility training that Matrix grilled into me, I dodge each swipe directed towards me, always one step ahead of Narin as I toy with him, laughing gleefully with each swipe he fails to land. Of course every so often I step in range just to inflict my own damage. I quick jab here and a kick or two there and Narin soon resembles a dishevelled mad man spouting a bloodied and bruised face.

“Yes and did I hear a little bit of excitement under your voice just now?” I run my hands through my long blood-red hair and give a small smile. “What excitement?” “Nothing, never mind. It’s nice to meet you though.” He states and goes back to the pushups he was doing by the side of the table. “And lastly, my boring ass brother Levi.” “Who?” There’s literally no one else at the table. “Oh, he’s over there.” She points towards a very fit guy doing dumbbell exercises in a corner. His arm muscles were contracting and his blonde highlights were sticking to his forehead due to sweat.

No dragon. “Wh-who are you?” Nya stammared, her sword out in front of her as she prepared to defend herself. As far as she could see, he wasn’t armed, but he might be some sort of a sorcerer or something. As concerned as she was that the monster she’d come to kill had disappeared into thin air, she had to deal with this mysterious person first. He didn’t look threatening as he stood across from her, sizing her up, but he didn’t look happy either. Nya had faced off against many an angry, muscular man in her life. This guy was built like a slab of stone. Muscles on top of muscles. He was tall, too. At least a foot taller than her. He was glaring at her, which made his handsome face look dark a

The three Aryans simultaneously attacked me but I was faster than them. I kicked the chest of the second opponent in front of me who was holding the axe, sending him out of the ring flying. He landed on the ground hard, with a loud thud and face down. I rolled down to evade the sword and the spear that attacked from each side. I willed that Ponpon would grow longer. I heard the audience gasp. Ponpon smirked when he became longer than before. It was the first time that it happened. He seemed to look excited with his new self.

He tried to taunt Monica, but in the end, he got beaten up by him. "Don't worry, Miss Tomari, I can fight, even if my leg is cracked and my chest is wounded, I can fight very well." Hong tried to reassure Togo and said, "Did you forget about my technique? I can shut down my pain." Even though his leg cracked, it didn't mean he couldn't fight since he had a technique that made him capable of shutting down his pain, even if he was injured, he could fight anytime, so there was no need to worry, right?

He was the type of person to punch you in the face for being into anything other than drinking and fucking around. But Asher just held his gaze, showing the patience and true curiosity in his. And Zane, fucking idiot that he was, found himself caving. He started to explain the concept of pokemons, very hesitantly at first, but the more Asher leaned forward and asked questions, the more his voice deepened into excitement. His hands move, flipping the cards over as he pointed things out. Zane didn't even notice how much he was rambling until his throat felt dry and he finally grew quiet.

“Yes, but that isn’t going to change anything. Is it?” He stood on his feet, his eyes shooting glares at me, with anger in them. “I swear I am not paid enough for this shit," he grumbled, grabbing his briefcase as he stormed out of the office. I turned my gaze back to the screen, the pen cracking in my hand as I watched them; he was touching her arm now, doing more than what I had told him to. I grabbed my phone, watching the way his face paled the second he saw my name on the screen.

Sorin was stubborn as a mule and Maceo knew Sorin wasn't gonna accept anytime soon the fact that he was still hurting or more than accepting he just didn't want to show it. Maceo hoped that it wouldn't destroy Sorin. Sorin had been broken already as it was. ____________________________________________________________________ BAM! Sorin landed a perfect hit on his opponent's jaw making his opponent gush out blood from his lips. His opponent grunted as he staggered back. His opponent was stocked up, big muscles and all but in height he was almost same as Sorin, maybe even an inch smaller giving Sorin the advantage of speed and height which he was using to the fullest potential.

This guy is really testing me. I know for a fact that as a Psychology student, I should learn how to control my temper but I can't seem to hold it when it comes to Maze. It's as if everything he does has a big effect on me and I don't like it. He's pissing me off. And I am Gabriel Solzeek Thornton. I can't lose without a fight. The war has only started. I meed to make sure that I could get even. And I can't help but to smirk while thinking on how exciting this could get.