Pokemon Rangers Almia Novels & Stories

ALkhun nodded wiping his tears. That was the moment ALkhun had gained the trust of Amari Rafa, 20 years old. The best swordsman under the king rank Swordsman, Nerom. She will be the foundation of the Team ALkhun was trying to build. Alkhun was now wearing his green cloak with the crest of the Berhalksawn family in it. Amari can't help but be in awe at what she's seeing. "It suits you." Amari praised ALkhun.

Alma shrugged and looked at the bright Californian sky, a smile lifting her full lip. Anna stared at her friend. She'd known Alma to be wild but this idealistic persona was new and kind of inviting. Alma was beautiful, no doubt and she'd pass for a hot model gracing the runways of one of the fashion houses in Los Angeles. Her long dark hair accentuated her light skin. She was a beautiful black woman with a wild spirit and Anna was grateful that they were friends.

Ramirez declared angrily, accompanied by scornful laughter. "Ramirez, I know this isn't you! I don't know what she's done to you, but you must resist! For the sake of our unborn children, you must fight this. Break free from the chains that bind you. You can do it!" Alicia shouted, her voice resonating through the prison and causing the stones to fall from their places, narrowly missing her as they threatened to pierce her skin. She growled in frustration, her struggle compounded by the wolfsbane on her neck.

Although Alpha Nico had taken a seat he still hadn't said a word or even looked in any direction but the floor. 'Rory?' Alma says sounding almost childlike through nervousness 'I don't like this. I don't like this at all' she whimpers as she cowers herself as low as possible to the floor of my mind. 'You and me both Alma, just stay with me okay. We'll find out and get through this together' I assure her

Alma rolled her eyes at me, then fixed me with a stern look. “Don’t mince words with me son!” She barked at me. “That girl nearly rejected you. I told you karma is a bitch! I bet you wish you’d listened when I told you to stop your man-whoring about.” Ryan and I both flinched at the memory. “How does she know all this shit?” Ryan muttered under his breath. “Anyway,” I went on, pretending to ignore her reprimand. “As I’m sure you also know, we haven’t mated or marked her yet but we can still read her emotions like a book. She seems to do the same with us.”

And still powered by the last of Sapphire’s core energy cells. Alma stepped into the room where it had all started. Photos lined the walls, blueprints of genetic sequences, psychological compatibility charts and in the center, two profiles side-by-side: ALMA SAPPHIRE. ASH // PHOENIX. Ezra stared at them, jaw clenched. “They played god with both of you.” Alma reached up and touched her photo. “I thought I was just my father’s daughter. Turns out, I was his final weapon.” Petra’s voice came through their earpieces.

Rosa said before coming out of the kitchen to see her teary daughter and Blair, Luca and I behind her. "What's going on?" she asked, getting concerned whilst looking at Blair and Luca's suits and my dress. "I found my mate, Mom," Bella sobbed. "And he's an Alpha from Russia and Leo is fighting him at this current moment." "Oh dear Lord," Rosa exclaimed. "Come through into the kitchen," she said, putting one arm around Bella and beckoning us with her other. "Antonio!" she called. "Antonio!" Antonio came down the stairs followed by Mateo.

I feel sick to my core at the thought of mating with him, of being with anyone that wasn’t Jaxon. “Runa, no leave my sister alone.” Alma attempts to pull me out of Darnell’s clutches but she isn’t a fighter. “You can go, send her away.” Alpha Miso orders out at the guard who places his hand around Alma’s waist and pulls her into him as if she weighed nothing. “No Runa.” “It’s okay Alma, I’m okay. The first chance you get you break free, and you run. Only go to the Dark Phantom pack when you are certain nobody is following you. I’ll be okay, I will see you

Zander tries to hurry our little group along. “They won’t find us, we are cloaked. The walk through the mountains will take days and there are outposts all along the main trails. If you give us a moment we can find a clear route back to your pack but your impatience is not helping.” Alma looks up from the handful of stones she produced from her pocket. She reminds me of Imelda but with less patience and more attitude. I only became fond of Imelda after our time in my mother’s garden, I had judged her harshly and unfairly, maybe Alma will grow on me too.

"We better get moving or time will catch us off-guard." "Then I need to put away my things first then." Chaerin walked to the threshold of the ten but Shima blocked her. "No. We need to put away the princess' belonging first." Shima dragged Chaerin from walking away, making Alminah laughed at them. "I need to get my pet into their cage. Don't want to leave them here." Alminah said, referring to her two black Pumas and her horse. "Dari might already had them caged though. I saw him calling out your pumas." Chaerin said, holding a dress on both of her hands and folded them carelessly.