Pokemon Scarlet Protagonist Novels & Stories

"Yes. That's Ransom." Arasne clapped her hands together. "I do love games." She turned to Scarlet. Her head tipped to the side as she sized my sister up. "I saw your sword when my guard got a little touchy. You're a fighter, someone willing to protect others, even to your own detriment." She looked back to the men. "You need someone to help guide you in that protection. Not because you are incapable, but someone who can help you hone your skills." She pointed to Taryk. "That one, with the golden brown skin and bald head. He has the look of an aged warrior still in his prime but with much experience under his belt, as the humans say." Scarlet smiled. "Taryk is one of mine, yes."

engraved in prominent letters on the cover. The phrases settled solidly in her thoughts. Melissa Woods was nothing like any character Scarlet had portrayed—intelligent, merciless, and unapologetically driven. This wasn’t the typical wide-eyed innocent or a misjudged protagonist. No, Melissa was an antagonist, and Scarlet was resolute in making her memorable. She had caught Vivienne Chase, the Head of Talent Relations, questioning if she could accomplish this. Scarlet was aware that Vivienne questioned her, maybe even resented her, but that merely fueled the passion within her.

“Loyal? She’s soft. She cares too much. She cries over wounded soldiers. She heals strangers. That girl is nothing like me.” “But she can be useful,” he said again. “If we find the source of her power. If we find a way to take it… or control it.” I walked to the desk again and opened the folder one more time. There was a small photo. It was Violeta. A baby. Eyes wide. Soft cheeks. Holding a toy in a rundown cabin. I didn’t know her then. But now… I did. I slammed the folder shut. “Get the pack healer,” I said. “I want answers. I want to know what kind of magic this is.”

I momentarily wondered what he looked like without his t-shirt. Moonlight filtered in through the window and I saw his face properly for the first time since meeting him. He had a chiselled face with mountainous cheekbones. There was something strikingly handsome about his face and dangerous too. Along his left eyebrow, there was a ragged scar. To get that kind of scar, he must have been in a really bad fight. "I still don't trust you," he whispered. "That and I had a dream about you running through woods." "Was I running from something?" I asked, folding my arms across my chest.

Drake growled. Suddenly, his eyes turned red; he was fuming mad as he transformed. He runs towards the rouge, who transforms into a werewolf and mercilessly scratches his back. He wasn’t contented; he attacked the rouge, and then Drake beheaded the rouge until it transformed into a human, lying on the ground, lifeless. They fought the other rouge and howled angrily. “That’s for poisoning my stray!” Drake gritted his teeth as he beheaded them all. Beta Dillon picked up the poison's antidote and gave it to the alpha.

“I’m fine, I’m just a little bit nervous. It’d be my first time training. “I’m sure you’ll be fine. You have the alpha’s blood running through your veins. Are you ready to go?” “Yes, I am.” I said, breathing deeply. It was true that my father was an alpha and so was my brother. But when I was born, I was so weak. I wasn’t a strong child and there were rumors that I wouldn’t be able to shift. And of course that was true. In my past life at least. We both walked towards the training ground which was about a ten minutes walk. “You look great in your suit too.” I said to Brenda, noticing that hers was no different from mine, except the color. Hers was grey.

Genevieve tried saying but her voice trailed off “Sighs… you really didn’t notice, the Hunter god actually gave you three gifts but it seems you all were ignorant.” Sword-saint Predator said with a sigh “Really???” Marcus asked in excitement and stars seemed to appear in his eyes “Yes, first he gave you the legendary twelve rune talent, with such talent becoming the most powerful Hunter is not impossible, then he gave you the gift of life, without it you would have died already as several people were already envious of your talents and would have killed you instantly if you were given any other gift and lastly you have me as your grandpa.” Sword-saint Predator said in a profound manner and b

He asked. Scarlet Heart’s eyes widened. ‘Oh my, I am Scarlet Heart now. I can’t act like I am Heartcille Reina.’ Scarlet Heart thought. She then smiled at Henry Kang awkwardly. “Um, personally, no. But I recognized her face, she is a successful business woman here in Japan.” Scarlet Heart lied. Henry Kang nodded. “So, earlier she was accusing you that you stole her boyfriend, right? I mean, that is not your fault. Her boyfriend booked you, you were just doing your job.” Henry Kang said and he was so serious.

Some agreed and some didn't. We weren't here to kill but they were here to kill us. They were humans in us too such as Nolan and me and a few more in Scars. "Arghhh." I grabbed my arm and glared at the man in front of me. He is one good fighter. He knows our strategy, that's why he isn't allowing me to grab onto him. One crazy bastard. He can easily kill me by the way he fights but he isn't as expected. Before he could hit me again, suddenly someone grabbed him from behind and knocked him down on the floor as if he weighed nothing.

For this man to launch the bow so easily proved his extraordinary strength. Scarlet knew that this man was anything but ordinary. However, Scarlet felt a sense of familiarity with him. She might have seen this man somewhere before, but nothing rang a bell. Scarlet cast her charm technique again. Although this man’s attire and mannerisms screamed of wealthiness, he seemed very unfamiliar, unlike a native of Orbit City. If Scarlet could convert this man to become her long-term patron, her sales performance would soar again. It would not be long before she could become the person in charge of a branch in a big and prosperous city.