Pokemon Ruby Brendan Novels & Stories

Through the opening, I watched him play with the fire…casting stones into it like he was playing against someone. “He’s kind,” “He’s strange,” my wolf responded in my head. Ever since we found Brendon, she’s been pacing in my head restlessly. I didn’t bother asking what the issue was. Maybe she wasn’t comfortable around him because he wasn’t as good-looking as the other boys we often met. “You can’t sleep? Brendon’s voice snapped me out of my conversation with my wolf. “You can come back if you like…” I turned to the other side of the tent immediately, cutting his words with my display of uninterest.

Brandon. THE END✨

Before the apocalypse, who wouldn't kill without hesitation? At that moment, a figure emerged from the mist. Only Brendan remained, his ability known, roughly ten units of power. Both sides were fully aware of each other—no surprises. That's why Ray revealed himself. After all, this was someone familiar. Brendan noticed the figure and lifted his head slightly. Might as well take a look, right? Even if you're going to grovel, you should know who you're groveling to. Otherwise, you end up praising someone's handsomeness only to realize it's a woman—ridiculous.

“What’s going on?” Brenden cleared his throat. He released her hand and put his around her shoulder again, pushing her further into the office. “Mom, I think there was a little misunderstanding earlier,” he confessed. He glanced at her, the self-assured grin forming. “Irene’s Mr. Perfect, as you so eloquently put it, is actually me.” ‘Wow, as modest as usual,’ Irene thought sarcastically. Dr. Harris’ eyes widened and Irene swore time stopped still.

she asked as she closed the gap between herself and her squad members. “Come and look, Brend got the garrison to come and get that filthy Assarian, and it looks like the praetorian was joined by the imperial Rex’s squad,” Gary said, his black and gold plate armour clanking quietly as he moved his massive bulk to the side to allow Rosie to slide in to join them. “Roland needs to get this fight over quickly otherwise the drakken will intervene and ruin the grab,” Brend said, “I wonder what trick he has to look so smug against them.”

This is the last spell they need to chant. As soon as they finish chanting, something unexpected happens that chills them to the core. Caleb’s body suddenly starts convulsing and lights up on fire!

Brenda is a mage and an empath. "Detected something?" Reagan asked Brenda sarcastically. Reagan is not a big fan of Brenda as Brenda can sense the emotions of others. For a close-lipped bunch, she is like an antidote. Though Brenda only wants to help, it sometimes misfires, especially when the recipient doesn't want the attention. She is kind and innocent. Sometimes too much when she believes every lie the Guild head dishes out. "Umm... did I interrupt something?" Brenda asked, shuffling her shoes.

"It's Brendan. But everyone just calls me Bren. Don't worry about it, though. This pack is huge. It takes forever to learn all the names." "Sorry, Brendan," I say, feeling my face get hot again. "Seriously, it’s fine," he says with a laugh. He seems genuinely relaxed, his posture open and non-threatening. "I’ve seen you working out with Amara. You’ve got a mean left hook. Most people give up after the first week of her drills, but you keep coming back for more." I look at him, searching for a hidden motive, but I don't see one. He just seems like a guy trying to start a conversation.