Pokemon Bitter Blade Novels & Stories

“I can certify his strength. He is much stronger than I am. Very tall, much larger than any werewolf I’ve seen in his shifted form. There’s just one issue…” Blade was the leader of their patrol for a reason despite being a beta. His experience and technique had more than earned him the spot. He could fight every alpha under his command to at least a draw if not a victory. How could this Arthur be so much more powerful than Blade? Something flickered at the back of his mind, like a memory he had forgotten, but it faded before he could try to retrieve it. “Well?”

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.

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

working. I tried to resist but he started showing an unnatural amount of strength. Holding one of my paws messed up by balance, after all, I still wasn't used to this body. When he had a full grip on it, he pushed me to my surprise. I toppled over and lay flat on my back. It was going to be a struggle to get back on all fours again. Blade eventually gets up on both of his feet. He takes off his torn shirt which still has the claw marks on it. His chest is lean and defined with plump biceps and hard abs. The scratches I gave him earlier rested above his abs and they seemed to be healing themselves. As I struggled to get up, Blade came towards me and it seemed that with every step, his scars s

KNOXX I stood and watched as Blade, the club's enforcer, struck a Widow's Bite prospect with a whip made of dried rose thorns. He was tied hands and legs to a pillar firmly with a long chain. The bastard was caught red-handed trying to blow up the club's garage with explosives. Widow's Bite has been Frost Vipers enemy for a long time now. 'Their cock sucking president, Rex should keep pushing me to the wall till I loose it and utterly destroy every single soul tied to that club.'

"Be something that survives the blade." The magnetic seal locks. I sit in the dim light of the Faraday cage with my hand resting where his palm was, and the child's heartbeat still tuned to his frequency. The drugs are already losing ground—I can feel the silver threads pushing back against the amber weight in my veins. I reach into the bedpost and close my fingers around the Phantom Blade. The titanium needle begins to hum faintly, the silver light from my skin leaping onto the metal as though it recognizes it. He wants a weapon.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even realize that they had both entered the room. Justin closed the door and that's when I realized he was shirtless and didn't even have a gash. "What happened to your stab wound?" I croaked out. He laughed bitterly as he looked down at me. "Babygirl I've been shot and stabbed with real knifes multiple times. A piece of glass can't hurt me." He explained as he looked down at my body as if it were a piece of meat. "But you were bleeding you should at least have a scar." I said in confusion.

“We were going to order food anyway.” “Great.” I force a smile and stab my fork into the pasta. The bar gets more and more crowded as the minutes tick by, but, thankfully, the burger and fries that both Mason and Jacob ordered come out quickly. Poppy is on her second drink by now, and she keeps touching Mason’s arm. I don’t know if I should admire her for being so brazen or trade out her gin and tonic for a water when she’s not looking. She has a horse show in the morning as well and, while I’m sure she has everything already packed and has grooms that will load up her horses for her, no one wants to show horses hung over. Hell, no one wants to do anything hung over.

He snarled and said, "Eloise, don't push me. Apologize. Now." "I won't!" His expression darkened. "What did you say?" I shouted, "I said I did nothing wrong. Why should I apologize?" The words had barely left my mouth before his hand came down on my face again. The force of the slap sent me reeling, my body turning to the side. The vial in my hand slipped from my grasp, and the glass shattered as it hit the floor with a sharp crack.

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.