Pokemon Bitter Blade Novels & Stories

Worst, it seemed that their numbers were infinite. Blade started moving. In a blink of an eye, the tides turned in their favor. He finally moved and killed our allies one by one. Sometimes he killed two or three at the same time. Blood covered his whole body. He is still in his human form. His eyes bore vengeance and lust for murder. He kills as though he was only dancing to the beat of the music. Truly, he is one powerful wolf. I glanced at our allies. I witnessed them die one by one.

Adrita said. She started eating without any care about the world. But suddenly some boys started whistling looking at her and started teasing her. But she kept eating even though she noticed them. After eating twenty-five panipuri, she paid the panipuriwala. She took the knife from the stall and aimed it toward the boys with a lethal glare. "Say another word and I will slash your mouths!" She said and the boys got scared and quickly ran away. She turned around to see Kabir with wide eyes and mouth hanging open!

I am a little worried but I’m glad that I get to leave my shit show of a life behind really. I guess I feel safe here, I haven’t really ever felt safe not even with Jack, especially after that night. I guess I wasn’t as happy as I thought. Nep laughed “Shit show of a life hey?” FUCK! “Yeah, look I keep forgetting! That’s a hard one to wrap my head around.” Stella mumbled as she covered her face with her hands. James looked almost angry, Stella was about to ask what was wrong when Nep patted her on the shoulder “It’s okay, like I said once you go through your first full mood everything kind of becomes easier especially when you get to meet your wolf. Oh James we should get the other bittens t

She’s enjoying this testosterone overload too much. Ghost got Blade in a standing rear choke. Being two inches smaller than me, Blade dangled from Ghost’s arms like a toddler. Being half dumb like his boss and a half too small against Ghost, he relied on his speed. Blade made eye contact with me, winking, his fingers digging into Ghost’s arms. I shook my head, praying that he acts as the bigger person, figuratively. But no, he likes proving size doesn’t matter in a fight. “Fucking hell,” I whispered as Blade elbowed Ghost, twisting the wrist choking him, winding his body until he had Ghost’s arms forward. He smiled at me triumphantly, throwing his legs over Ghost’s mammoth frame trapped betw

Bile rose in Lucian's throat because of how worried he was. Even though he wanted to find out who Bellona was working for, his Alpha was more important than that. They could find about about that later, after all, she was locked up in their dungeon. "No need to panic. This dagger would kill an average wolf in an instant but you know this poison can't do much to me, much less kill me" Zephyr said calmly but his appearance said otherwise because he was now paler than usual and his eyes looked dazed. Lucian knew that Zephyr said those words to make him not worry. But how could he not worry when Zephyr looked like he'd collapse in the next second. This particular dagger had no cure so it was an

he uses his other hand to flimsily gesture in my direction, peeking from the gaps in between his fingers. Bell immediately shields her own eyes when spotting me, "I'm blind!" She shakes her head, refusing to look at me. "Max, what did you do to Benley?! Bring his nose back!" "Zie nose zis zasgusting!" Ramos yells and pulls a face too before suddenly fainting. I'm officially done for today.

The familiar weight settled into his grip like an old companion. For a moment he stood perfectly still, letting the quiet settle around him. Then he began. The blade moved through the air in slow, controlled arcs. Steel cut through the morning mist. Again. Again. Again. Each motion was deliberate. Measured. His breathing fell naturally into rhythm with the movement of the sword. Training had always been the only place where Adrian’s mind truly quieted. The past faded. The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background.

Smoke. Him. Her chopsticks clattered onto her plate. The pad Thai suddenly looked like something designed by a sadist who wanted to watch her pretend to function while falling apart internally. "Raven?" Elena was staring at her. "You just went completely white. Are you sick?" Raven couldn't answer. Couldn't explain. Couldn't say the name of the man whose scent was currently overriding every rational thought in her brain. The mate bond dormant for seven years, buried beneath layers of human existence and deliberate forgetting was trying to activate.

The impact rattled my arms. “You talk too much for a kitten,” I shot back. Behind me, I heard Pelin grunt as Scorpio struck. His tail whipped toward her, fast as lightning. She blocked with her Hellblade, sparks spraying as venom hissed into the sand. “You missed again, Pelin,” Scorpio snarled. “That was your best? So pathetic.” “I have a pretty good aim,” Pelin snapped. “You just haven’t tasted my steel yet. Mr. Mehmet taught me.”

Blade admitted to it, “Our dad wasn’t a decent man and neither was I. But I can’t…” “Can’t what? Fight like a man? Face me? Like you should,” Breed taunted. Blade then looked a bit angry. “I don’t want to fight you!” Breed reached a fist out and clocked him in the jaw. Blade reeled back and was ass in the dust again. “Fight me fucker!” Breed shouted down at him.