Pokemon Savage Novels & Stories

With my hand drawn back, formed into a meaty fist, I expected to feel my fist hitting his flesh but my hand was caught mid-swing by Vitale's father. "So you are the one she talked about," Vitale spoke, his eyes a deadly shade of blue steel. "You are her mate. Aren't you?" He whispered. My ears sang hearing him confess and the anger I felt cranked up even more. My eyes grew warm and my free hands balled up so right that I felt my nails dig into my skin and draw blood. "So she was here. And you lied to me?" The blood curdling coolness of my voice did not have its intended effect as seconds after I spoke, a hand buzzed past me and impaled Vitale right in the chest. Before I could turn and see w

The other warriors at the barracks that were training there stared at him with fearful eyes because he looked deadly. The trainees have noticed the change in him. Over the past few months, he has been more ruthless and menacing. Even the slightest of things would tick him off and he'll burst like a volcano. The trainees were terrified to even spar with him because the last time he was barbaric, Rasmus had to step in to stop him. Hunter vent out his wrath on the punching bag but the poor thing couldn't absorb his rage, with a solid punch the chains snapped and the punching bag fell a few feet away from him as only the dangling chain remained.

The call resonated through the trees, summoning her pack to converge on her location, their eager growls filling the air. Ava, with a surge of primal ferocity, aimed a precise strike at his vulnerable throat, unleashing a primal rage that coursed through her veins. The rest of the pack descended upon him with a voracious hunger, tearing into his flesh with savage determination. Limb from limb, they ripped apart the monstrous entity that had once been Royce DeVayne, leaving nothing but a gruesome testament to their vengeance. No longer a wolf in sheep's clothing, nor the tormented soul of Kate Rouen, Ava Anderson emerged from the shadows as the embodiment of the Okami. Her eyes burned with an

Across the shattered oak tables, Devon gripped his iron broadsword with white-knuckled desperation, his chest heaving as the absolute reality of his father’s apex dominance pressed down on his shoulders. With a subhuman shriek, Devon attacked first. He lunged across the debris, swinging the heavy iron blade in a frantic, wild arc aimed directly at the black wolf’s neck. Marcus did not flinch. He did not retreat. Moving with an impossible, heavy speed, the great wolf swerved his torso to the side. The steel blade sliced through the thick fur of his shoulder, drawing a line of deep crimson blood, but Marcus did not counter with his jaws. He utilized his massive shoulder to slam into Devon’s ch

But nothing could have prepared me for the scene outside. A sea of faces surrounded Cassian and the rogue, their cheers and jeers fueling my alpha's rage as he fought with a ferocity that made my blood run cold. Cassian's punches and kicks landed with precision, his eyes blazing with a feral intensity that made him almost unrecognizable. The crowd roared, egging him on. I'm once again reminded why they named him ‘the predator’.

Blade Ferguson is a cursed wolf and a bringer of doom. I rose from the bed without waking Camille and I went to the bathroom. After rinsing my face, I looked at the mirror and stared at myself. I was damn handsome—no doubt. I was wealthy, powerful, strong and invincible. But I still hated myself. No matter what Blade Ferguson do, I'd always hate him. The two years I had been Thomas Parker had been the most peaceful time of my life, a simple life but exciting and peaceful nonetheless. As long as I remained Blade Ferguson, I'd forever be sorrowful and filled with hate. There was no redemption for Blade. No redemption.

I needed no one to tell me who it was. He was upon the monsters before they could even register his presence. His blade moved like lightning, cutting through the air, and with a single stroke, he cleaved through the largest creature’s skull. Blood splattered, drenching the ground as the beast collapsed, its massive body shaking before it hit the earth with a deafening thud. The other monsters froze, momentarily stunned by the force of Salvador’s assault. He didn’t stop. With a series of brutal, efficient strikes, he eliminated them one by one, his rage and power terrifying to witness.

He heard his father's voice screaming in pain when she immediately raised her head with her red eyes and her pale skin His face turned red, he could hardly breathe, and he felt as if his soul had been ripped from him. Is this how he feels now? She screamed at the top of her voice and pulled her hair so hard from the amount of pain that it rose from the ground and suddenly.. Something they had not seen before came out.. It was a wolf standing behind it. They looked in horror at the one who suddenly came out as if he was a huge and tall dinosaur looking at them with his red eyes. It is the end.. their end.

The Portland pack fought with the ferocity of cornered wolves, defending their territory, their home, their families. Suddenly, a bone-chilling shriek pierced the air. I spun around, heart leaping into my throat, to see Sage pinned to the ground by a massive rogue, its jaws inches from her throat. Panic surged through me, but before I could even react, Brock was there. A blinding flash of light erupted, sending the rogue flying backwards with a yelp.

Solana's remaining sentence echoed in Pablo's ears like a blast of thunder. "I'm born with the Imperial Jail Deity Physique!" Then, with a scream, Solana's massive ax weighed 1300 kilograms, swept at Pablo with an overwhelming force. "Ss—" Pablo gasped. The violent wind rolled up by the giant ax made his soul tremble, producing a fear that rarely appeared before. Not only that, the emotion was caused by a first-stage Pulse Control Realm disciple!