Pokemon Matt Novels & Stories

Each type has its own subclasses, each named after its strengths and weaknesses. Mitalonys is a Fury Dragon, so he gets his power from rage, making it his strength, but too much rage can take over his mind making it a weakness as well. Werewolves are always saying that their wolf’s strengths are theirs as well, but that is not actually true. The animal you shift into has different strengths and weakness than you do, so you must refer to them as so. Mitalonys can manipulate fire and rage is what affects his power, not mine. Without my dragon, I would be just a normal human girl, and probably dead by now.

It was a blessing in disguise though, because the little show of pain made it possible to see the owner of the voice. It was a woman. Dark skin, with a fading scar running from the right side of her upper lips down to her jaw. Her eyes were coppery, contrasting the brown dreadlock that was tied into a ponytail. She was no fresher with the spear and held it masterfully as if she was one with it. “One funny move" the woman glared, "and you are a dead meat.". Dead meat? Ejima shivered. Despite the threat, she felt sweat and fear covering her body. Her eyes strolled down to the woman’s feet and the notion in her stomach elevated when she saw the missing toe…

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After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

I shouted as I saw my mate on a raised platform bound by ropes, just like Princess Peach was in the game. The monkey roared, beating his fists against his chest before stomping around, causing the linear platform system to become slanted like in the game, perfect for rolling the massive barrels at his side down. It looks like all that time spent in the retro arcade and playing video games as a kid with Thales will pay off.

Tahr She'll return soon. She is mine and will not be able to stay away. Plus she has nowhere to go. I will give her this time of adjustment because I need time to think too. I'm still in shock that she transcended. Even more so that she's yellow. It makes no sense. She should be silver like me-majestic silver to represent the royal silver dragons. Bastian's mate is red and Laryn's is blue-end of story. Or it should be. My mate is yellow.

The king said and everyone’s attention was instantly on Thousand-nights predator “We all know that even though one’s talent and dedication usually dictates how strong a Hunter will grow, we should also remember that the type of ability he has will determine a lot in how far he’ll grow. The former glass-eyed Hunters almost brought about total annihilation to us Hunters but it must also be noted that they had overpowered abilities, so I say why don’t we wait till after he receives his blessing, if it’s a normal or weak type then there is no cause for alarm but if it’s overpowered then we will find a way to take care of the situation.” Thousand-nights predator said calmly and a thoughtful look

Everything turned dark and silent. *********

he explained. Taurus still can’t even believe it. He blinked his eyes twice and again, glancing at Emily. The light in her palm was marvelous, yet it had a mix of fire elements. She’s burning as the light glows around her. "Defy me; no mercy will be given." Emily roared thunderously. "I’m no queen; I have the power." In just a snap, the light in her palm vanished. Her expression was blank; even her eyes were grim. She wore her dangerous smile at them.

I won't be able to run away from my pursuer with this wound now, so I turn around, ready to fight. Then I see my attacker in full view. The moon is shining on his dark brown coat, illuminating his threatening stance, his light blue, almost white eyes pierce mine, his teeth bared at me, showing huge canines covered in my blood. A wild snarl escapes his throat and I know I will never win a fight against this beast. So I do what my pride hates me for - I lay on my side, expose my belly and my neck to him and hope for the best. Maybe if I look small and powerless, he will leave me alone. It is my only chance now.