Pokemon Angry Novels & Stories

He shout throwing his hands up. Kaiden was still calm when he replied, "I know. But what matters, he is okay now. He's not dead. Also, don't forget what he taught us, nothing good will come out of anger, Hunter. Don't forget it." He said with a straight face and gave his boss a pointed look. "Says the one who scarred Jayce." The raven haired muttered with a scoff.

The guy runs off. -I know how to defend myself- I growl in frustration, making the tattooed body turn around. - You're welcome- he replies arrogantly. -I've never spoken to you and I already feel like killing you- I say angrily. He smiles even more as if he likes to make me angry and making my anger grow. -Poor thing- he pouts falsely, making me roll my eyes.

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

When Milan saw it, he raised his knee and hit Ponjie’s left side as hard as he could. Ponjie gasped from the pain. He suddenly felt a rise of emotion inside him. Anger. He recognized that feeling. He’s angry that he’s receiving pain from someone so excellent in fighting while he could do nothing. Didn’t he beat the shit out of that monster? Why is he having such a hard time now? He wanted to atleast give a good fight no matter how allegedly bad this person was in front of him. He’s fucking pathetic.

But once I read the username, it is an unusual name (that's what I think). I mean, seriously?! Who on earth would call themself 'Size-Matter'?! That titled trash found it's way to my raging heart. And I accepted the match. And obviously, I eight stock him. To say the truth, they were very determined, and well trained as well. It took me around fourteen minutes to kick that nut-job out of the arena; their character flew away with a twinkle. Kinda reminds me of how Team Rocket usually end up in Pokémon. LS: Good game..

I turned. A warrior. Mid twenties. Big through the shoulders in the way that some wolves are who have trained hard since early adolescence and let it make them wide. He was standing about three meters away with a short practice staff held loosely in one hand and an expression that was not quite a smile. I recognized the expression. I had been on the receiving end of it for years in different forms. It was the look of someone who had spotted the person in the room they were allowed to diminish and was deciding whether it was worth the energy.

He quickly switched from a passive position to an active attack. A hard bite on Ezra's shoulder caused him a roar of pain. Ezra also did not let the opponent be happy for long, and he used his strength, more significant than the human, to knock the opponent down the rock hard. This blow from Ezra also broke the rock. The enemy also suffered significant damage from this fall; although the wound on his body was relatively heavy, he quickly regained his fighting spirit. Ezra's shoulder bleeds like a stream, but as long as he thinks about Selena, all the injuries are insignificant.

I shrugged slightly and he immediately lunged forward, fist landing in the middle of the pads that lead to me wincing silently but he went on, delivering more and more punches to the pads with no gaps in between. This was the thing about him, 'Tiger Jae' or so his fans called him, had ferocity in his game, not too much wrath, just a lot of challenge in his eyes and moves. Had I been the actual receiving end of this fight, I would've definitely faltered with how he intimidated people. "Whoa, that was really good Sophie," he smiled, this time the light reaching his eyes indicating that he was out of his fighting trance. Mr. Min backed away slightly out of breath and leaned in one corner while

Scarface's stuttering was really starting to irk him. "I'm s-sorry, Sir Miller. What I meant was that mage fire came from his hands! He didn't order any demons and his fire was red! His fire, which burned Poisontip in mere moments and killed him, burned red! His flames are red, Master Miller!" Scarface started sobbing violently. 'Ah, he lost it…' "Hector…" Hector, who was now behind Marcus, lowered his head. "Yes, Sir Marcus?" "Take this pathetic man out and dispose of him."