Pokemon Fanfiction Ash Is A Pokemon นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I chuckle groggily, folding my arms as I softy shake my head. “Fine. I was still awake last night when the rain finally stopped. And when it did, I just couldn’t sleep; so, I went out for a run and decided to go on a little impromptu exploration around the campsite,” Ash shrugs casually while kneeling to face me, still teasingly holding what’s in his hand out of my sight, “-I thought it would be nice to do without getting soaked for a change. I ended up stumbling into this meadow, and let’s just say we’ll be eating pretty darn good for the next two days. Well, I hope it lasts that long, at least. I guess you can never really tell with this greedy lot, I suppose,” he makes a light-hearted jok

Ash: By selling me OF: The f*ck do you mean selling you OF: Asher? OF: Ash you can tell me OF: It won't change anything between us Ash: Can you promise it to me, please OF: I promise OF: I promise Ash Ash: I was a hybrid trainer OF: What? Ash: I trained hybrids participating in the tournament Ash: I lead them to their death Ash: I didn't teach them how to survive Ash: I taught them how to die slower as TSM would want it

he said. “Of course. But you’re in pain and I came to help,” I said. “You remind me of Kyan,” he said. “How so?” I asked. “Because someone stole her Elf powers too. But you also act like her. I think if she had more time to grow up, she would be like you,” Asher said. We talked and talked until he apologized for causing so much chaos in the world. "You're getting them back gradually," Asher said. "What do you mean?" I asked.

♡‌‌ ‌‌LILY’S‌ ‌POV‌‌ ‌‌♡ It's been a week since Asher and I have been doing the project and being secret friends. I have been getting comfortable with him. I'm even getting used to his constant flirting and teasing, sometimes I even think he's flirting with me for real,if it wasn't the mischievous smirk he always held.

he's asking with his pure innocent eyes. "No , I mean not now . We have to wait for few more days to go". I just can't do this , while I'm still engaged with crown prince. He's looks like a abandoned puppy , I'm sorry for being a evil master. I consoled him and we slept together .I mean slept beside each other by holding hands. "Miss , wake up ." Ash said . Another day in this world . I got up and looked for the note . it's here.( ' Whatever you wish , I'll fulfill it . -by your fangirl'.)

His left eye pure silver reflected the morning light, while his right eye brilliant gold seemed to generate its own inner warmth. I lifted him carefully, mindful of the fact that his powers manifested differently than Ari’s. While she glowed and levitated objects when happy, Ash produced flames when he was upset or uncomfortable. We’d learned that lesson the hard way when I’d let his diaper get too wet and he’d sparked fire across three fingers, nearly setting his blanket ablaze before I’d snatched him up. “Hey, little shadow,” I said, using his nickname. “Want to show everyone how special you are?”

The second Source stayed. It called itself nothing. Had no name. Had never needed one. Things that only hunger don’t require identity. Lena named it Ash. Because it was the color of ash now. Not dark grey anymore. Not silver yet. Something between. Like fire that had burned down but still held heat. Ash learned faster than anyone expected. But learning and changing weren’t the same thing. It understood creation intellectually. Could watch the silver garden grow and recognize beauty on an analytical level. Could describe joy without feeling it. Could explain love without experiencing it.

It had shown her its plan, like opening a door in her soul to show her a terrible future. “Liora… what did you do?” Ash’s voice was weak, broken and barely there. He was still on the ground, a fresh cut on his forehead, hand pressed to it. His eyes scared her most, they weren’t afraid of the wolves or statues, but of her, of what she’d become in a moment.

Almost endless. The first Queen turns toward me. “This wasn’t born as a chain,” she says. The words appear inside me, quiet and certain. I look at the spiral vanishing beneath the bone dust. “It became one,” I whisper. Her face doesn’t change. “So did we.” A small cry cuts through the field. I turn. A pup stands between two ribs, tiny beneath the moon. His fur holds the light like frost. His eyes are wide and dark. Ashen. I know him without knowing how.

Even now. Especially now. But I also wanted more. I wanted to be worthy of her. I shifted suddenly, violently. Bones snapped. Muscles tore and reformed. The pain was a welcome punishment. Ash surged forward, sleek and massive, fur like smoke and coal. He hit the earth with a growl, shaking it loose beneath his paws. He ran. Not away from her. But to remember who we were without fear. We ran until the stars blurred. Until my lungs burned.