Pokemon Angry Novels & Stories

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..

Most of the time I’d rather not know, myself. “You’re fucking weird, you know that?” Claire called after me. I ignored her and kept walking, not bothering to check if they were following me. No doubt they would need a second to confer and confirm that I was indeed weird, but that was okay. I felt like I had won an important victory. Like Ash giving Pikachu the thrashing he so richly deserved. I know that’s not how Pokemon is supposed to work, but that yellow bastard needs to be put in his place. Over a decade and he still hasn’t evolved, the lazy little shit.

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

Now is the time for her to apologize and— ‘Is that a dead pig?!’ “Ah, hm, what’s that you have?” Mariana asked. “A pig?” the man answered curtly. Mariana seldomly noticed verbal hints from the people she usually talked to, but it was absolutely clear to her that the man replied that way because of one thing: what she asked was a stupid question. “Right, but what I mean is, how did you get that?” Mariana said. “I hunted it…” Now she wanted to punch him.

Our eyes locked, intense, hot, and lusty. “This time I won’t give you pleasure, darling. You’ll only get pain. I’ll fuck you out of anger. It’s called anger bang.” I shivered. “Are you ready?” He asked. I nodded. “Strip off your clothes!” He growled. ********

If he wasn't stupid, what the hell was he? Upon hearing these idle words, the pangolin smiled coldly. “A group of frogs at the bottom of a well. Don't you know that in this world, there is something that can win without dodging? In addition to being rookies, there is something called absolute crushing?” This kind of attack was indeed very fast, but for Samuel, it was nothing. The pangolin was full of confidence in the strength of Samuel. Sure enough, when the thin monkey turned into a gust of wind, Samuel suddenly pulled the pangolin back into the room, and perfectly missed the skinny monkey's furious attack.