Pokemon Dark Ash Novels & Stories

Right after posting it, while I was still reading comments mocking me for putting on a tough front, I saw Immortal Ashes Team’s official account tag me in a post, openly standing by my side. "The crowd follows the herd. The strong walk alone. Those who don’t know how to cherish what they have will lose it. Ash Mercer, we stand with you. IA will always be your strongest backing."

A girl around my age said standing beside the queen. I smiled back with a smile. "I'm Ashley, Henry's sister" she Introduced. The resemblance was uncanny, "Why don't you let me show her around?" She offers. Henry narrowed his stare at her, "She's not to be stressed, Ash--" She cuts off, "Come on brother, I can handle her. I promise to bring her home safely in one piece so chill out and trust me." I felt stuck in the middle. The warm stare the queen had on me made me feel a bit uneasy but it didn't make her as much uncomfortable.

Ash guessed it was supposed to intimidate him, but it didn't. Ash faked gasped before replying. "Oh, where are my manners?" He looked around trying to find them. "Hi, I'm Ash James , twin brother of Win James and a younger brother of Type James, but don't worry I don't want to know either of you." He said to Type and Win. The looked as if they've been slapped. "Also the omega that kicked your members asses. Now that we've covered introductions. Move aside and let us pass, if not we could always make it a full brawl and I'll be forced to use deadly blows. How would you like it?" The pack looked at him like he grew three heads. Earth moved to attack Ash, but Ash was quicker having the blade

Still poisoned. But steadier. The silver inside him has not stopped its work. It has simply slowed. The wound at his side seeps through the makeshift bandage I wrapped minutes ago, darkening the fabric again with stubborn persistence. He should be unconscious. Or dead. Instead he stands. Because wolves like Rowan Varkas do not surrender easily. His gaze shifts toward the warehouse doors. Then back to me. “They’re here.” “I know.” The faintest hint of amusement flickers across his expression, though it vanishes quickly beneath the tension tightening his jaw.

He said. I poked my cheek with my tongue debating whether I could make a snarky comment, but I decided to go for sarcasm. “No, not at all. I wasn't trying to sleep.” Wow, no. There was definitely some amount of snarkiness in that reply. I wasn't going to blame myself, I was tired and considerably deprived of sleep. He sighed in relief. “Oh, good. So, is your friend asleep yet? I'm guessing you found the flask in her coat?”

he asked sounding a tad weak. Ash hummed, "After my mo-the woman hired to play my mother was killed, I wished I could just erase my life, burn it down to nothing", he swallowed, "I didn't tell you the whole story, my grandfather killed or attempted to kill my grandmother when my father was my age, and it's apparently a family, initiation thing", he made a face as if he'd tasted something vile, swallowing he continued, "Obviously my grandmother survived probably using another decoy to protect herself, she, however, couldn't change the way her son ended up thinking, and apparently that man has wires in his brain screwed wrong", he said shaking his head. "If I can't erase who I am, or burn my p

Note: In the previous chapter, there was an error in the translation. The correct phrase to introduce Isak is: “It was my fault.” The man replied. “My name is Isak Petrov, I'm the Dean of Miskatonic University.” Perseus POV I clench my other hand tightly, because I can't stand to see the way Khalid and Sophia get along, I know it's stupid of me, but I'm trying to control this jealousy and as if that wasn't enough... Khalid is now very close to my father too.

Finally he murmurs softly, “You’re just like me.” I pause, watching as he steps forward, his voice low. “You pretend to be a mouse, but you crave adventure and excitement. You watch and you learn, never missing anything. I’d bet my life on it that you know more about the pack than even Hilda and Arlo does. Your mind is as sharp as a blade and that’s your weapon.” Ash exhales, his gaze locked on mine. “I’m sorry. I’ll stop doubting you.” I nod, suddenly feeling too warm.

His focus went back to what he held in his hands and that stirred up some questions in my head that I had to ask. He spoke calmly and that reduced the tension in the room. “Are you some type of a genie?” “It’s not a kettle, it's an urn.” “Do you live there?” “I just said I'm a wolf shifter, young girl?” He always has this 5-7 seconds of uncomfortable pause before he speaks, like he tries to formulate words in his head. “My ashes were kept there.” His throat worked Your ash? Please, Emmett, make everything you're saying make sense and be more realistic

How stupid i was to think i could escape my fate. The door to the dounge yanks open and the shouting of two men telling everyone to get to their feet rips me from my thought of how i ended up here. I straighten my shoulders and take a slow deep breath ready to walk to my death. i know my fate and ive expected it. "God if you can hear me just make it quick" i whisper to myself. My eyes snap forward to the sound of my cell door being yanked open. My hands shake as the werewolf infront of me pulls me from my cell. At 5'4 and 110 pounds its pointless to put up a fight.They dont call them beast for nothing. Hes about 6ft and built like a tank. His name is garret i think. He has dark brow hair and