Pokemon Clemont X Ash Novels & Stories

There was a loud crash, which scared everyone there. My ashes scattered everywhere. Jasper still felt angry. He laughed disdainfully and stepped on my ashes, grinding them with the sole of his shoe. The staff members' jaws had dropped in shock. They hadn't even had time to stop him. Jasper kicked my ashes and sent them flying. "Tell Amara that she came up with a very innovative trick this time round, but it's lame. I'm not going to waver at all, no matter whether she's dead or alive!

Lira (POV) The first Pit calls without a voice. I feel it while the pack begins to move around us, while scouts scatter into the dark and Mirella seals the last ash mark over Lily’s shoulder. It does not hum. It does not pull. It knows. That is worse. My scar stays quiet beneath my shirt, white and dead where the old command used to live. Lower, under my palm, Ashen shifts once. Small. Restless. Then still.

Asher was a black American with dark messy long hair, a brawny physique and a pinched nose. He was a literal gym freak and had just come back from the gym. He looked sweaty and messy. “Hey, bro.” He greeted Liam, taking off his gym clothes. “Hey,” Liam replied. Asher grabbed his towel and headed into the bathroom. Liam got to his feet and walked out of the room. He strolled down the hallway and halted in the garden. Then he reached for his phone and dialed Caleb's number. “Hey, bro! What's up?” Caleb's excited voice came on the line.

King Sylvan commanded, his voice as calm as the wind. Lord Thorne, Councilor of Shadows, gestured with long, elegant fingers. The centre of the moonstone table clouded, then cleared to reveal the image of a clearing near the eastern border of Eldoria. In the centre lay a pile of fine white ash in the vague shape of a humanoid figure. "The remains of Veridian Aspen, Your Majesty," Lord Thorne reported, his voice devoid of emotion. "Found by the border patrols. Nothing remained but ash." Queen Elara leaned forward, her eyes narrowing as she studied the image. "No Fae has been reduced to ash in that manner since the Great Wars," she observed, her melodic voice carrying an edge of steel. "What m

“You had the guts to fool me yesterday, right? Come with me." “What's he talking about?" Suzella asked me. “He knows you were the one texting him." “Shit!" She cussed. “You heard me, dummy." Corn suddenly shoved Asher back roughly. “Don't you ever call her that." Everyone cheered and whooped. I could see Asher’s eyes flame up as he charged toward Corn, but I jumped in the middle just as he reached out with a punch for Corn. It hit me hard on my forehead. Uh-oh.

Momentum did the rest. They went down together, hard and fast; he got his arm out in time to take the impact, and they rolled once and stopped with Caden's weight fully across Ash's chest, one hand braced in the dirt beside that jaw, knees either side, close enough that their breath hit the same air. Dead silence on the training ground. Caden looked down. Ash looked up. Neither of them moved. "Get off," Ash said. Flat. But something underneath it that wasn't flat at all.

Ash took a sharp intake of breath. "Hey!" Ash started as Celia clapped her on the back. The blue lightning that had coursed through her body fizzed out and died. "Girl, get your hormones in check. You looked like you were ready to jump his bones." Celia looked at Ash incredulously. She had never seen her friend so intense before. "I think we better take her to splash some water on her face. I think our Meat-Eater here was just about to be a Man-Eater."