Pokemon Bitter Blade Novels & Stories

a voice whispers in the back of my mind, a faint echo of something I’ve heard before. My eyes dart to the ground, scanning for anything that might help. And then I see it, a blade, discarded and glinting faintly in the dim light. It’s coated in wolf’s poison, the only thing that could weaken someone like him. I don’t think. I move. Diving toward the blade, I roll as the Blade Alpha’s claws tear through the space where I was moments ago. My hand closes around the hilt, the cold metal biting into my palm.

My eyes were wide open, finally Elias was by my side, boy was I glad to see him! A strange thing began to occur inside me just when I thought it was over. The pain started to grow, only this time it was worse than the bite, there was a fire burning inside me, I began to feel the worst kind of pain I’ve ever felt in all my thirty years of living. It was an excruciating pain— like torture!

I pick at my beer bottle. Blade smirks and snorts. "Fuck. Does he even know how long that could take." I shoot forward, raising a hand to Blade. "That's what I said!" Chris lifted his beer. "Fuck em. Better to just get drunk and hunt ass." Blade chugged his beer. "Speaking of drunk....what's in season tonight?"

“Hey, we all have our hobbies. Mine just happens to be a bit messier than most.” I can’t help but smirk at his nonchalance. It’s classic Blight - unapologetically brutal, taking pleasure in the violence that’s a necessary part of our existence. I shake my head, half in amusement, half in resignation. “Just make sure you haven’t left any alive. We can’t afford any more surprises.” Blight nods, his expression turning serious for a moment. “Checked them all. They won’t be shifting into anything ever again.”

SpeedBlade: I roar as I charge toward Lightning Storm, my sword in my hand. Running right up to the villain, I shove him back and prepare to strike him with my sword. However, as I am swinging my sword, I see out of the corner of my helmet three arrows directly in front of me. "Oh no," I say, seeing a tiny, blinking red light on them. It's too late. Even with my speed, I still can't get away in time. The arrows all explode. I scream once more as I'm knocked back, my sword falling out of my hand while I drop to the floor.

=== Bladeless Description: Turns anything you hold into a deadly blade as long as you will it. Effects: Critical damage chance 100%. === Oh?! What is this new hidden title and ability? Zen read the short description five times but could not understand what it meant by ‘as long as you will it’. Was that some sort of code to trigger the ability? It was harder than he thought it was. Coming from the game developer, it was rather shady. Saving his wooden training sword and opting for an actual woodcutting axe instead, Zen placed the next firewood log onto the stump and tested the new hidden title’s effect.

These poor old men were too. I hooked my lips and showed a meaningful smile. "Don't worry. This is just the beginning." It would be better if they could fight each other to the death. Only by fighting between the snipe and the clam could the fisherman benefit from it. I had never dealt a heavy blow to Finnley before. It was just because I thought he was Millie's father and had a little warmth towards him. I didn't want to kill him. But I was not vegetarian. I could do anything to fight for my children.

"Blade, listen to me! Cut it off. That’s an order! Do you hear me? Stop the ritual!" Blade’s eyes snapped open. They were bloodshot, the whites turning a sickly yellow. Despite the agony clearly racking his frame, a small, sad smile touched his lips. "It’s... too late, brother," he wheezed. "The poison... It's already home. It’s all in me now." “No…” Julius staggered backward in shock. Doris looked completely frozen. Doris let out a sob, her hands flying to her mouth. "What is happening? Ryder, what did he do?"

someone shouted. Panting with fear, Victoria glanced up and saw Breen riding his horse like a demon cowboy from hell as he stunt jumped from it in mid run with a double-footed landing, then continued running to swipe Jude completely from where he stood. “OOF!” Jude let out as his body hit the ground. They both rolled along the dirt in a pile of cowboy limbs, hats flying off and male grunts resounding. “You piece of shit!” Breen yelled as he turned him over and then stood up to glare down at him.

After the Alliance Tribunal, I went straight back to the manor to pack. Didn't feel a damn thing. Hardly owned anything—just clothes, Mom's pendant, and a bone whistle. What no one knew? Right after I downed the growth-slowing potion... I blew that whistle. Dad answered. Silverlune Pack's Alpha. Cold as frost. He hadn't forgiven me for walking out. Not even close. But when I pricked my finger and let one drop of blood hit the parchment...