Pokemon Bitter Blade Novels & Stories

Shylah approached and lifted Black Blade's shirt. Howard's gaze fell on the chest, where a dark palm imprint stood out against the skin, the area around it a sinister shade of red. "Hm?" Howard's eyebrows knitted together at the sight. "Sir, can you make out what this is—" Shylah turned to Howard. "The Ink Demon Palm," Howard interrupted her with a heavy tone. "What!?" Shylah gasped. "Sir, are you saying that Black Blade was attacked by the Dark Shady Cartel?"

Shame this was evening happening to me. Unfortunatly, Damon moved to stand beside Ethan. “These are Twisted Blade push daggers. A tri-edge blade that spirals. Also known as a cyclone blade. They insure maximum damage with little effort. When used correctly, it will increase our killing effectiveness by 10%. Your opposite will bleed out before their wolf will be able to heal them.”

"We are exceptional warriors. In today's world, the only thing that could kill us would be a bullet to the brain. That would not allow us to have the capacity to shift, so we would die of the wound." Liv scrubbed her hands up and down her face. "I think I need a drink." Brodi was out of his chair in an instant. "Of course, Elskling. What would you like? We have tea, juice, coffee…" "Whisky," she answered flatly. Brodi cocked a brow in surprise. "Coming right up!"

Naina screamed on his face and run away. Yash wiped the spit from his mouth and said gritting his teeth," Bitch!! You will regret it!!"

The man's daughter, tiptoed as he bent over for her to reach Axe, her small fingers reaching out to touch Axe's bruised arm, whispered, "It's okay, mister. Papa will take care of you." ‘I came here to find a kid to raise into an indomitable bodyguard that will be loyal to you for life, and yet you chose such a weakling and useless thing?’ Chairman Blade thought, staring down at Axe and then at the worried way his daughter glanced at him, her tiny hand holding onto hid dirty ones as tears trickled down her peachy cheeks.

The pike went past through his face, leaving a long cut on his cheeks just below his left eye. His teeth gnashed and his fists balled as the sword on his hand fell off his grip. Of a sudden, the moon’s light weakens covered by the clouds. Leaving him no choice but to shift urgently, letting his wolf take control. Filling the air, a loud growl loaded with preserved blazing antipathy and repayment for the past. Rearing at the center of the battlefield, was an ash silver wolf. Fearlessly facing his decade-long enemy, the vampire nemesis of their history.

The young Alpha asked his father to come along with him and his mate, for them to show the Black Blade. Once in Accashia’s room, Bathal sat on an empty chair near the door and crossed his legs. The King brought a banana and another odd fruit which Accashia called as moon-berry. A berry that grew from the ashes of the burnt bones of the Shadows, a fruit that became a delicacy. "Where is the black blade you’re talking about?" Bathal asked as he looked around the room.

He adds when I hesitated. I'm good with blowjobs, I've done this before a thousand times but nowadays I have a super sensitive taste bud that I hate tasting myself. It's too overwhelming for me. So me licking him after he was inside me for a good amount of time, uhh. Can I skip this part? "Eve,” he warns, still waiting with tension in his eyes, “Are you sure you don't want your allowance this week?" "You can't do that,” I protest, “I delivered the pot safe and sound to the counter!" I even take the pot and wave it in front of him.

A beautiful handcrafted handle, perfectly polished and engraved with the pack's symbol and the family's last name in old English letters. The dagger's blade is made of pure silver. Mixed with white ash from an old ancient tree and dipped in Angel's blood. The perfect combination that will end the life of a primordial vampire. "I'm sure you took my advice and studied your stuff. You can not kill a primordial vampire with an ordinary silver dagger, a regular vampire perhaps...but it will not work on a primordial... just like the wolf bane will not work to kill a Primord wolf." He smiles at Blake and sighs.

And then Blake chuckled out loud, glancing over at Caden, then at me. "Christ, are you serious?" He asked. I didn't think I had it in me to nod or agree to him. From the corner of my eye, I could see the way Caden clenched his fists. "I cannot believe my ears." He said, looking around at every single person in here. I saw him taking out something from his back pocket; a small device which I first thought was a cellphone. But it wasn't. "I mean, I don't want to ruin this perfect relationship or anything." Blake glanced over at me as if he understood the various emotions running through me at that moment. "But I think you should've seen the autopsy reports first."