Pokemon Reborn Torchic Novels & Stories

The Werebeast’s growl echoed through the vast chamber, reverberating off the stone walls like the rumble of thunder before a storm. Asha’s heart raced, the weight of her bloodline pressing down on her chest. She could feel the Soulbone Imprint pulsing within her, thrumming with energy. The Ancestral Spirits stirred in response to the creature’s recognition. The power within her was awakening—and it was too much to contain.

"You won't dare do it. You'll never earn that kind of money in a lifetime." "Is that so?" I quirked a brow and brought the lighter closer to the edge of the ticket. The corner curled from the heat, and a thin plume of blue smoke began to rise. Instantly, Felix cried out, "No! Don't—" And then, as if dragged back from beyond the grave, Isla suddenly sat up and lunged toward me.

a voice said, low and at my back. I froze, my heart jolting as Damien’s words sunk in. I turned my head, catching his reflection in the glass. I swallowed hard, the title of the scroll ringing in my ears. Rebirth. The word struck too close, awakening a panic I couldn’t ignore. Did he know? Could he guess? There was something strange, searching about his gaze as if he saw something in me. I forced myself to exhale, to keep my face still, but my heart raced, signaling what was not calm. “What… what does that mean?” I asked, my voice lower than I meant to.

In any case, most of them were born to royalties, as the royalties in her world directly descended from deities. In case of Yhi, the kingdom of light, their ancestor deity was Zorya. However, since the founding of the kingdom, Zorya, the goddess of light only ever appeared once as a Returner to Ancestry. It had been thousands and thousands of years since. That was why her bloodline had regressed. “Do you have a lot of those in your world?” Evie shook her head. “They are even rarer than transcendents. The only returner to ancestry that I know of is Kresnik, the Flame Emperor of Heaven. He is the most frequent returner in history.”

I thought I was going to hit the hard floor, but a pair of strong arms caught me as I fell into them. An intoxicating lemon scent filled my senses as I slowly passed out.

My hands pressed against the cool floor as my lips trembled, the word slipping from me in a whisper of disbelief. “Reborn?”

" I clenched my fists tightly in my pockets. I felt as if I could still feel the lingering weight of that document I had seen at the police station. Taking a deep breath, I tried to reason with them, saying, "Mr. and Mrs. Jost, Rachel is the one who harmed me first. If she feels wronged, you should go to the police and not help her hurt an innocent person." Tamara laughed like she'd heard the biggest joke. "Innocent? Who do you think you are? Rachel is the apple of our eyes. You can't hold a candle to her! If ruining you can save her, then so be it."

"Can you recover the money or not? Don't drag all of us down with you. If anything goes wrong, you can pay the price yourself." I shot him a sidelong look, finding something oddly off about his behavior. Everyone knew that my skills were top-notch. If even I couldn't recover the money, then we'd truly be finished. However, Chester acted as though he was terrified I'd recover the money. Besides, when I was trying to break through the firewall, the hacker's code seemed a little familiar. Yet, I couldn't figure out when I had encountered it before. "You should worry about saving yourself. Mr. Watch is investigating what happened earlier."

Marcellus power. And somewhere inside… Lucinda is running out of time. The air smelled of oil, metal, and danger. Sheraphina, Elias, Julius, and their respective men weave between towering crates. Something feels wrong. Too quiet again. Elias noticed it first. “…Stop.” Everyone freezes. But it’s too late. Because above them—hidden between beams—Riker grins down. “Well, well,” he called out. “A Vale princess, a Marcellus heir, and the cold-hearted Trent boy. What a party.”

"I'll make Silverlune Pack stronger than ever." He smiled—real trust in his eyes. "Of course." Then that teasing smirk. "Wildgrove Pack's new Alpha heard you were back. Made the trip to see you." I blinked. "Who? Why would they—?" He just nodded toward the receiving room. I walked over and pushed the door open. Tall. Broad shoulders. Dark green cloak, Wildgrove Pack's totem stitched across it. He turned. Amber eyes, that familiar spark. "So... you're finally coming home?"