Pokemon Ruby Brendan Novels & Stories

His gaze dropped to the ground, and a hollow sickness plunged his stomach. “Reynard,” he cried out. With rapid speed, he appeared instantly beside him. “You found something?” he asked, scanning the room hopefully. “She’s not here…” Brendan knelt and picked up her necklace, presenting it to Rey. Rey’s chest tightened as he held out his hand for Brendan to place the necklace in his palm. He stared at it, refusing to look away. His eyes became dry from even refusing to blink – if he blinked, then this would all be real, he would have really lost his best friend and mate.

‘Memories that are… long forgotten?’ Deirdre gazed contemplatively as Ryker hastily left the room. She carefully wrapped up a dessert and hid it in her bag. The door swung open again just three minutes after Ryker's departure. Deirdre was surprised. "Mr. Wight, you're back—" But as she looked up, her voice trailed off. She was in disbelief, her pupils slightly constricting. "Brendan? What brought you here?" Brendan appeared in a wheelchair. He was wearing a white suit that accentuated his tall, muscular physique. His handsome face was furrowed, and he exuded a commanding presence.

Alcina breathes. Author's note: Brendan is a werewolf who possesses the gift of controlling fear and darkness. In this story, he doesn't turn fully into wolf form, but an evolved half-wolf form, He gets claws, sharp nails, sensitive ears, excellent fighting skills, but no full form transformation. Hope you all will not get confused in the further chapters... and all of this makes sense Thanks for reading

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.

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.

Again! Really? How possible is it for her to be able to change moods? She's fishy. "Anyways, I am Legend Brendon and my wolf's name is Ryder." I introduced with a small smile. "Can I meet him?" She asked with eager eyes. "No!" Ryder said in my head before vanishing. "I'm sorry. He is mad at me for now." I said with a nervous smile. Her face dropped and nodded her head. "Can't wait to ride on him." She said with dreamy eyes and Ryder rolled his eyes.

I smile at him as I take the offered box and place it into the pocket of my pants. “I only handed your designs to the goldsmith.” His smile is as placid and curt as his bows. Ever so formal, unyielding and stoic- you could never really know what Louis was thinking. Suddenly I remembered something just as I dismissed him. “Brenda called.” He frowns slightly. “Oh.. Queen Brenda of Dark Riser’s pack? What did she want?”

She said it would ruin her progress in training. She even met a new guy today, Robby. He works at the bakery and also teaches music at the primary school. He was handsome…not as handsome as Azraiel of course, but handsome in a cute chocolate boy kind of way. He has dark sandy blonde hair and swoon worthy blue eyes...and most importantly, he didn’t make a face when he spotted her drooling over the chocolate truffle pastries.

"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.