Pokemon Journey Ash Novels & Stories

"Last night my personal assistant was caught in a tight spot in the royal chambers. She was about to be assassinated by an unknown assassin when I walked in and stopped it. Fighting him, I realized he is a master of the art of Tai, the oldest and most fierce martial art in the history of werewolves." Gasps came from several angles, bringing in more tension in the members. "Not to worry. The assassin has been injured in the shoulder and should not be able to fight for the time being. With this, I'll urge every member of the pack to report anyone with an injured shoulder", Ryu announced, a smirk on his lips as he gazed at his people. I was about to leave when he reached out to me, asking me to

Agreed Alex. "It's your destiny" Said priestess Luciana, making them stop. "No matter how hard you try, you can't run away from it. It's your destiny to defeat the war beast and the other demons" Said priestess Luciana. "See, I don't understand the nonsense you're spewing and I don't care about it either. I don't have any power, what you saw in the water was just a dream. Guys, let's get out of here" Said Ashley and turned to go.

“Mummy you said a bad word” “I mean… keep quiet” Asher’s smile only grew wider. I shook my head. I walked over to the pool steps and started climbing in, asher stretched out his hand for me to take that sly smile was still plastered across his lips as I contemplated whether to take his hand or not. “C’monnnnn” Melody whined. “Okay”

I genuinely hoped he found a good home after tonight. "Two-hundred-million, going once, going twice... This extremely rare specimen won't ever be available again in this lifetime, I'm sure! I doubt whoever takes this little pixie home, which is basically magic incarnate, is never going to let it out of their possession. So, now's your only chance!" Another paddle went up. My stomach roiled again. I felt a featherlight touch on my shoulder and jumped. Turning, I saw Phil leaning forward and reaching as far as he could out to me, his fingertips just barely brushing against my skin.

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.

“The last time I felt this…” I stop. The memory hits too hard. Flames. Screaming. Blood. A world dying around me. My hands tighten into fists. “The last time I felt this,” I continue carefully, “everything changed.” Rowan goes very still beside me. His attention sharpens instantly. “What does that mean?” I stare into the trees. At nothing. At everything. At ghosts only I can see. “It means I have felt powerful enemies before.” That much is true. “It means I know what it feels like when something ancient starts moving.”

“What was the other realm like? Was it dangerous? Was it beautiful? Did it have cities or forests or—” He paused, as if a new thought had just sparked brighter than the rest. “Oh—and those palm talisman things?” Ash added casually, as if he were asking about a new phone app. “Could I get one of those, too? So I can call her when I have questions.” A beat passed. “Except I want mine in my bicep,” Ash said, performing an arm curl to highlight his point, grin spreading. “You know. Looks cooler.” The car went very quiet.

I didn’t know what that meant. I didn’t know why fate created two of us. I didn’t know why he remembered nothing but pain. But I knew—without question—that he wasn’t lying. He didn’t want power. He didn’t want prophecy. He didn’t even want anything from me. He just… wanted safety. Arthur clenched his fists along his sides. “What’s your name?” The boy lowered his gaze. “They called me… Ash.” Lucas frowned. “Ash?” He nodded slowly. “Because that’s what they said I would become when the ritual was done.”

“They’re not real. They can’t be. Vampires and werewolves and witches, that’s a huge stretch, but fine, okay, maybe, but dragons?” My pulse raced. My hands trembled. The words hit like a punch in the gut. I took a step back. Then another. “You’ve made a mistake,” I said. “I’m just a girl. Just Nora Carver. An unwanted orphan with a bad attitude and a glitchy brain. I don’t have power. I don’t have a legacy. I barely even have a past.” Ashleigh’s hair turned a pale gold as she said, “But now you have a future.”

“I’m Ash. I’m three and a half. This is Papi. He’s handsome and can make Godzilla sounds. This is Mami. She’s a lawyer and she makes adults cry.” Miss Felicia laughed. “It’s so nice to meet you, Ash. You’ve got quite the cool family.” Zane nudged me lightly. “You hear that? Cool.” I muttered, “Wait until she sees the college bills.” Ash scanned the room, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the play tables and a giant box of Legos. A girl with a bright red bow approached him. “What’s your name?” she asked. “Ash,” my kid said. “What’s yours?”