Pokemon Bitter Blade Novels & Stories

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

Blade said, gesticulating with his hands. Everyone watched him in silence. I also gawked at the monstrous tattoos that covered the overgrown ape's neck. "Rumors have been circulating about a rat in our mafia, Boss," Blade said while looking at me. Why the hell is he staring at me? I slammed my fist hard on the table, causing a loud thud. Two mature males cringed in their chairs. "Then find out who the rat is," I said with a sinister laugh. You are already dead if one of the men is here. Understood?

River 'That bastard beat me.' River sat outside on the back porch of the cabin he was staying in, looking out at the woods, sipping a beer, trying to figure out how in the world Blade managed to beat him. There had to be something to whatever he was doing with his pocket, but River couldn't prove anything, and Beta Andrew claimed he'd examined everything carefully before, during, and after the event, and found nothing. So… all he could do was try to do better in the next event, which would be held the day after next. It was a race, and River knew he was fast. So long as Blade didn't find a way to cheat, he could win. If that was the case, he would at least be tied with Blade for first place

However, the werewolf man got a knife instead. 'Is he planning to fight me head on? And with a knife? I mean come on. Knives are my forte,’ Brett thought. Right now, the two of them cannot transform into their beast forms as they are many people around the place. But if they will fight in their human forms, Brett has no objections. “I see. It seems you wanted to die in the Alpha’s hands,” Brett said as he got his blades that he bought from Italy. The blades are thin and only three inches long. But although they are short, the blade is so sharp it can cut a beast’s bone. The price is not joke too.

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

As I weave through the chaos, my eyes catch a familiar face—Blade. Blade had been the Gamma when I was Beta of the Black Moon Pack. Together, we had helped Zane become an Alpha who was both feared and respected, shaping the pack into a force to be reckoned with. Seeing him now, standing in the middle of the battlefield, brings a surge of anger to my chest, a fiery rage that threatens to consume me. “Blade,” I growl, my voice dripping with fury as I push my way towards him. “You’ve got a lot of nerve showing your face here after everything you’ve done.”

“Let us celebrate her return and the strength of the pack.” A loud cheer erupted, voices rising together in support. Without hesitation, he tilted his cup and drank deeply, signalling to the others that they should do the same. Aiden lifted his cup to his lips and seeped just a little bit the moment he did that, something shifted. A sharp, bitter taste spread across his mouth—not the sweetness he expected. His entire body tensed, his hand freezing midair as his senses sharpened. There's nothing else he could call what he thought it was… he had been poisoned.

He said rubbing her shoulders. "Noah!" She croaked and hiccuped as she cried with all her heart. "He doesn't d-deserve that!" She stuttered and wiped her tears holding his only bracelet that fell. "I know Mia, he doesn't deserve that." BLAZE VIEW. Blaze was in his human form, fighting off the rogue warrior in one second, he ripped their head off with anger and his eyes glaring at nowhere. There was he, his only objective was to kill the rogue alpha without any mercy.

He remembered her words and without any thought, he darted out of the roots of the tree. Alex watched in calm as Weaver opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted when the motion of a red blur shot out from underneath the slightly uprooted roots of a tree. Weaver was about to give chase but was stopped by Alex, who gently bit down on his tail. "Do not give chase." Alex said firmly and Weaver pulled his ears to his head but nodded while looking into the direction the red blur had run in.

They hesitated, staring at the small pile of cash. Finally, Little Blade spat on the floor. “Stop the posturing, you little witch! Get out of the way!” He lunged forward, his hand shooting out to grab the money. But his hand was caught mid-air, clamped in a grip that felt like frozen steel. The icy touch sent a shockwave of nausea through his body. Before he could react, Skylar’s small hand rotated violently, and a series of wet, sickening CRACK sounds echoed in the small room. Little Blade’s arm twisted instantly into a grotesque, impossible shape—like a broken toy.