Pokemon Fanfiction Ash Finds A Baby Novels & Stories

We found Ash on level three, cell number fourteen. He was curled in the corner of his unit, small and shaking, his eyes dimmed from the nullification field. But when I broke the cell door open and the runes shattered, his eyes flared back to life. “Mama?” His voice was barely a whisper. “I’m here, baby.” I was on my knees, pulling him into my arms, crushing him against my chest. “Mama’s here. You’re safe now.” He sobbed into my neck, his small hands gripping my shirt with desperate strength. “They kept saying you weren’t coming. That nobody wanted me.”

He looked at Mom and choked out, "You have to come check him out, Linda. I-Is it possible that Ash just blacked out?" Mom, as if jolted awake by Dad's remarks, quickly got up and crawled over to my side. She then grabbed my hand and rubbed it hard, trying to wrap her warm palms around my cold fingers. "You have to wake up right now, Ash… I'm right here, Ash…" She rambled incoherently, her voice growing shriller by the second, "You have to open your eyes and look at me, Ash. I'll make you your favorite braised short ribs, buy you those new sneakers, and even take you to the basketball game.

The nearest chair shattered against the stone wall before I had even registered moving. Splinters flew. My hands were already claws, and my breath came in ragged snarls. Ashina. My Ashina. The Phoenix, who had once burned kingdoms beside me. The wolf whose mark I bore. The woman whose scent still lived on my skin. She had agreed to give him an heir? I hurled the table aside, the polished wood crashing and breaking like a brittle lie. The silver cut across my palms when I struck the mirror, shattering my very reflection. Good. I didn’t want to see myself.

Then, he stood up, and blackness spread throughout his wide, innocent eyes. Asia had no middle ground. If he decided to let something go, he let it go completely, and if he decided to fight, then the end results were always fatal. A boy, oblivious to this, rushed towards him, his baseball bat raised, his spirit eager to prove a point. Asia effortlessly stopped the flying bat mid-air, his other hand crashing into the boy's ribs, shattering them immediately. The boy, who had never felt that kind of pain before, barely reacted when his arm was twisted from the elbow joint in two successful rotations, completely detaching his lower bone. His screams shook the entire building.

Ash sits up slowly, “Someone, presumably this Petru, mutilated our daughter, in our Mate’s womb, to be able to connect to her in the eventuality that she was rescued? And in such a way that our Matebond wouldn’t pick up on it?” Serena nods, and Ash pales, a wave of nausea unlike any he’d felt before rolls over him, he goes for the bathroom and throws up bile into the toilet. It takes a few more retches before his stomach settles, he rinses out his mouth and washes his face,

He began to tell me as he held on to me and pulled me down to lie next to him in the flowers. “When my Dad turned eighteen, he found his mate only a few weeks later, My Mom. She was an Alpha’s daughter, so she knew very well what it means to be a Luna. So when she had gotten comfortable here with Dad, she wanted to go away, to finally grieve the way she had never had the chance to.” He tells me. “And that’s why she was in a human city,” I say more as a statement than a question. “Yes. River Ash is known for doing anything to avoid humans. So she felt like she could be there, without drawing attention to herself.” He says, and I nod my head.

The next morning, a pup was born in a village 3 days walk away. Gray moon. One gray spot. Name: Ash. Ash was different from the start. He didn’t want to tell stories. He wanted to listen to them. Ash grew up quiet. He sat with elders until their voices gave out. He sat with pups until they fell asleep mid-sentence. He sat with warriors who had no words left, just scars. He didn’t speak much. When someone finished a story, he’d touch their moon. And the memory would glow a little brighter. Like he was keeping it warm.

" Mom brushed her fingers across the photo frame, gently tracing my eyes, crinkled into crescents. She then held out her pinky finger and tapped it lightly against the photo. "Let's make a promise, okay? Your name will be Ash again when the time comes. I'm looking forward to it. I'll look forward to meeting you again for the rest of this life, and even in the next. So, don't make me wait too long, alright?"

Nisha's POV When we finished eating, the dish was not totally consumed, so Shmue asked if he may eat it instead. We were both shocked when he offered to finish the dish by himself. "Anyway, sir, can you explain to me right now what's going on and what AS is? I've already heard those words twice" I began to ask Dum the things I wanted to ask him. When he heard the questions I was asking him, Dum groaned in resignation. "All right, I'll explain it, but the information I have isn't all that full, so there are certain things I couldn't describe adequately," Dum answered.

The waitress wrote down our selection on her notepad, then gathered the menus and left the table. Dad was still glaring at Asher. “So you are her mate. But not the father?” “No,” Asher said. “Not biologically.” “What do you mean by that?” Asher maintained a patient, cool persona. “I mean that though the child is not of my blood, I will take care of Cyn and her baby for the rest of my life.” My heart thundered, listening to him say such things. I could never get over how fortunate I was to have Asher in my life.