Pokemon Angry Novels & Stories

His face took on a look of despair. He stared in despair at Magmar's health point value, which read Nineteen Seven Hundred and Fifty Points! He stared in disgust at the ranged attackers, who did a total damage of only Fifty Points. "You're just a bunch of rice barrels!" his face looked disappointed. In that bitter disappointment, there was a sudden boom. BOOM! Flames were seen burning Magmar's body. The monster roared and howled. He looked in great pain. But that wasn't the important thing that everyone was concerned about. The fighters were focused on Magmar's Health point value, which decreased by one hundred and fifty points.

The human version of Hulk as the announcer had called him. He stared at me with bloodshot eyes, like a predator ready to devour its prey. He had eliminated four men before me. I was the last guy on the list since my entry came late. I hadn't planned on going to fight but after Kris shut me out, I needed to take my anger out on something or particularly someone. I'd never been good with anger management. When vexed, someone dies. It's how I'd been trained. The bell went off signalling for the fight to start. Hulk charged at me and a smile broke out of my face.

See how hurt he is. Red marks marred his stomach. Her fingers traced the proof that Jacob had punched him there. She felt his rib cage, where more marks showed. She didn’t feel any broken bones. His belly had firm, hard muscles even while he lay lax, but she didn’t feel anything that would suggest internal bleeding. She tried to stay professional but her fingertips lingered a little too long as she traced an intricate pattern of muscle groups. She couldn’t deny touching him affected her as a woman. He was forbidden, dangerous, and sexy.

sharply The suite went quiet. Then Max’s hands on the table pulsed once with that pale white light. Just one quick beat. And somewhere outside, a howl started up and got cut off sharp, like it was interrupted mid-sound. We all stared at his hands. They were normal again. Dry. “She’s active right now,” he said, very quietly. “I can feel it.” He looked up. “She’s close.”

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.

Goat’s head snapped to the side and the roar of the men’s excitement reached new levels. Goat’s punch glanced off Weasel’s ear, and then it was game over. Weasel kept going, each punch hitting its mark. Red spots appeared on Goat’s body, but Weasel didn’t stop. He kept landing punches wherever he could, letting the rage take over as he beat Goat to death. He didn’t stop until his face was a bloody mess, and when he finally got to his feet, blood dripped from his taped hands.

Douglas smiled sarcastically at the powerful prince before him. Lily was being grabbed by him at that time, trying to struggle but could not get out. "Let go of me." He looked into Lily's angry eyes and let go. Maybe he did it so he could fight Elias. "Come on!" Douglas made a wave of his hand as if inviting his opponent. Elias roared like a ferocious beast at Douglas. The former hatred between the two seemed to be rekindled, and they delivered powerful blows. Elias seemed a little better, he made Douglas's body covered with scratches and oozing fresh blood.

I was forced to roll out of the way again. “Hey!” My mind linked with hers but there was no answer. Instead, she lunged even quicker and connected with my body, pushing me to the ground and pinning me down. I tried to get free, but she grabbed my neck with her sharp teeth. Pain shot down my body and I let out a yelp. She was fast and had large bursts of stamina. I waited for her own neck to be free before grabbing hold of it and throwing her to the side. She was almost half my size and easily rolled backwards. I stood up and anger bubbled inside me. How could something so small hurt so much? She seemed out of control, though. Almost as though this was a fight to the death for her. I took no

◇NO POV◇ In a room damien is breaking everything out of anger as his precious obsession is going out of his hands looking at his master in that kind of situation the assistant got panicked and asked "master what happened?? why you're looking so angry??" damien replied "how can I be without anger I made her to see how cruel that don is I made her to get scared of him but she got married to him I felt something suspicious like he threatened her so she might got married to him

In fact, his face is even more serious too. "Their time was up. I did what I had to do. Everything should go according to schedule." He gazed at her with apologetic eyes. Ava slams both hands on the table as she stands up. Going over the other side to yank his white shirt. She was breathing heavily out of rage. Her dark brown eyes lit up with bloodlust. Hands and lips trembling as she held him. Swallowing hard before she could compose herself to say a word.