Pokemon Scarlet Black Stake Novels & Stories

“I, Rafael Blackmoor, reject you, Anya Thornveil, as my mate.” The bond tore like fire through my veins. I gasped, clutching my chest as if I could hold myself together. My wolf howled inside me, wounded beyond words. Before the tears could fall, I turned and ran, out of the hall, out of the laughter, out of my own birthday. The cold night air struck me as I burst into the forest, my vision blurred by tears I couldn’t hold back anymore. Each step was agony. Every breath tore like glass as Rafael’s rejection seared deeper into my soul.

"Don't you think… don't you think Paul deserves a much better Luna? Someone who would be more acceptable to the pack, someone with the skills and strength to match his own. Perhaps, someone without any scars from their bitter past-" Before I could finish my question, Jayson signaled for a short break from the combat. Stepping away from the arena, he fetched me a bottle of water and considered it for less than a second before saying, "No." "No?!" I repeated the one- word answer he had given as I spat out my water, almost spraying him unintentionally. "No, I don't think he needs anyone else as his partner, nor do I think you are any less deserving of him. Did you know Lexie, that not too long

When she realized I was awake, she looked at me coldly and hissed, saying, "Sienna, this scene should feel familiar to you." I stared at the platform that was identical to my previous life, and the excruciating pain of being smashed to pieces flooded through my body again. I swallowed nervously in terror. I shouted, "You really are insane!" "I'm not insane! I'm just fighting for my happiness! What did I do wrong?" she yelled hysterically, blaming me as if I were guilty. "God gave us two chances at rebirth. In this life, if you had just stayed loyal to me, Connor would've followed the script and pursued me. Why did you betray me?"

The only sounds were the soft clinking of chains and the gentle lapping of the lake's waters against the shore outside. Blackwood's expression contorted into a snarl, his lips curling in disdain. "You are quite the specimen, Scarlett," he remarked, his tone laced with venom. "I’ve never encountered anyone who could endure such treatment and still dare to defy me." He paused, curiosity flickering in his eyes. "What fuels your resistance? What drives you to stand firm?"

Your little games won't work on me. His words didn't stir even the faintest emotion in me. My feelings for him had been worn down to nothing after countless moments of heartache. I couldn't care less about his doubts, his anger, or anything else. To me, he was nothing more than a stranger now. "I told you to wait several years—" Tristan followed me, reaching out to grab my arm. But Leon wrapped his arm around my shoulders and placed me behind him. He coldly interrupted Tristan, saying, "Wait for you? Who do you think you are?"

A stake appeared and with its advent, came a gargantuan of a mouth which clashed against the palm. Beads rolled down his forehead as he kept sinking down on the ground, Rogue gritted his teeth, as blood rushed from his arms and biceps as he kept concentration but he could not seem to scratch the palm much less stop its advent down on him. Trinity, his weapon activated adhering to his heart desire. Black Arm.

And as she stared into his icy eyes, Scar knew that whatever it was would be a torment unlike anything she'd ever known. Stanley extended a hand to her, showing off the green tattoo on his hand and wrist that was identical to Scar's. The only difference was that parts of it were black, others an angry red. She hadn't realized that Stanley had a mark, too. Shit. That must have been how he tracked her. Scar whimpered, feeling the hot sting of tears in her eyes. She had nowhere left to run. The goblins who held her were merciless and hateful, full of lust for violence and blood.

Alex bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood onto the Stake of Exorcism. Condensing his Chi onto his fingertip and using blood as a medium, he scribbled a bloody rune onto the stake. Then, he spat out another mouthful of blood onto Serena’s belly. “Seal!” In the next moment, Serena was surprised to find that the huge black spot on her belly started to disappear at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. Wisps of black smoke came out of her belly and entered the Stake of Exorcism. A few moments later, the black spot on Serena’s belly button had disappeared completely.

The path to the Sacred Chamber, where the gemstone lay hidden, had been poisoned. I steadied my breath and pressed on, the handle of my blade tight in my grip. A thick mist began to roll in. From the mist, a low growl erupted. I spun to face it. A creature crawled from the shadows—skeletal, tall as two men, its body made of bone and black mist. Grave Stalker. It screeched and pounced. I barely dodged in time, rolling across cold stones. I swung my spirit-steel blade, catching its side. It retaliated with sharp claws that sliced my shoulder. I screamed and stumbled.

One got too close, crashing into the barrier and stumbling back, making several others stop short. 'You found us.' I stated though it sounded more of a question. Scarlett walked over, shifting back into her fur before pressing the top of her head to her old friend's side. Parker twisted to place his chin atop her head in greeting before looking back to me. 'I could feel it, the magic.' Parker replied, glancing me over as if looking for injury before he too, looked past me to my mate fighting behind me. 'His eyes. I've only ever seen one bloodline with glowing red eyes before.'