Pokemon Shiny Aron Novels & Stories

The younger involuntarily wraps his hands around the older’s neck and legs around his waist and sleeps with his head resting on the older’s shoulder as Aroon carries him to their car. Aroon opens the car door and places the younger in the passenger seat, buckling him into the seat. The Pikachu struggles under the roof of the car, not able to fly to it’s will. Aroon looks up at the sky and he feels the atmosphere pleasant. Cool wind is blowing whipping through his hair. But it's not gonna rain. So Aroon decide to open the roof of the car, letting the Pikachu fly. He take the car remote and presses on a button. Within seconds, the roof of the car opens and hides itself behind the backseat. Aro

Dylan greeted. "Have you lost your mind, Dylan? Why would I accept regular beastmen in my tribe? They don't belong here in the North," he responded. "They are not just regular beastmen, Aquil," Dylan replied, then extended his hand to me and pulled me near. "Let me introduce myself," I whispered while pulling his arm. He smiled and nodded. "I am Ari, goddess of the sun. Heed my words! Lower your weapons!" I ordered as I transformed into my passive-aggressive form.

The hall grows quiet but it’s the tense kind of quiet. “Alignment?” someone scoffs. “She’s not aligned with anything.” Another professor steps forward, her palms spread as if calming a storm. “The orb has never led us wrong before. Its choice stands.” The orb doesn’t know I can barely defeat anyone in a hand to hand combat or that I almost faint everyday just from running laps. “It knows what it knows,” the professor continues . “You’ll need to train harder. Much harder Aria Evans.” She says, looking at me.

To stand here alongside my mate, to rule our people together with strength and prosperity. When this all started, I was in the darkest place of my life fighting demons even when I slept, I was drowning in sorrow. Then came my mate who showed me what life could and should be, full of love, desire, loyalty, respect, and color. My life has meaning with my mate and my family, I feel worthy of fortune and change. I gasp as I turn, I see Archer get down on one knee and present a ring with a profession of his love and dedication. I smile as I accept and he places the beautiful diamond ring on my finger.

Werewolves are weak to silver water, and he was only alive because he came from the powerful lineage of werewolves. “So you are indeed working with Blue Stone Kingdom,” Rayne points out. “What were you looking for in the late king's room, Aron? I saw you in my father's room.” Rayne added. “What were you doing there?” Rayne asked again for the third time. “I was looking for something, and I got lost on the way. You need to believe me,” Aron pleaded in the cell room. Rayne clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction. He would have thought someone else was controlling the Coyotes not until he smelled Aron's scent on the creature. Rayne wasn't the type to get things mixed up.

From his bedroom window, Jeremy watched Aron cross the backyard. Slowly approaching the grave of the horse that had just been buried. Aron stood alone. His posture was rigid. His hands rested inside his pockets. His eyes stared at the fresh mound of earth, still damp, with a simple wooden marker standing at the edge. No name. No proper stone. Only the evidence of anger that had turned into a grave. Mr. Pamkins had given that horse to Aron on his seventeenth birthday. A black Andalusian horse. Intelligent.

“Just – is there anything else you’d like to do?” Aron shook his head. “I want to be a Gamma. I want to train hard and help lead our pack.” He shrugged. “I’ve never really thought about doing anything else. Except –“ he paused, looking embarrassed. “Tell her, Aron,” Ayon encouraged. He looked at her; their eyes met, and they both smiled. Usually I would’ve found it creepy, but it was actually kind of sweet. “I love poetry,” he said, ducking his head. “I mean – look at where we live. How could I not?”

“Awwwnn, thanks so much. I will freshen up and come out” “Okay” Ryan kissed her on the forehead and left the room. Aurora sighed, none of her family members even called to wish her a happy birthday. Not like they ever did it but she kind of expected it every year but it was always the same. Just as she wanted to climb out of bed, her phone rang and it was a video call from Malcolm. Smiling, she pressed the receive button and smiled at him. “Good morning” “Good morning princess” Malcolm looked like he just finished his workout and beads were dripping down his body, she couldn’t lie he

The moment the door to his private room opened and Sorahiko stumbled in…Aronohai Miyamura’s life changed. An ordinary, plain male omega with pheromones like a cool breeze on a hot day, a potty mouth, and eyes like a burning star— Only a fool would lose the chance to trap such a person. And Miyamura likes to believe that he’s not foolish. ‘What’s your name, Pinky?’. ‘Lilac looks like pink so it definitely is pink’.

"Y-yeah. I do. I'm Ara Palacio. I live in a province in region iii. I'm twenty nine years old. A veterinary doctor. I still live with my parents since I'm their only child and my own clinic is near our home. I have two adoptive brothers in the military I haven't seen for a very long time now." "What other events do you remember before the hotel?" "I…" Ara's head throbbed as she tried to recall everything else. "I'm at a party. I met a man. He's bleeding. I helped him because I was scared he'd hurt me. He let me go. Then… that man… he scares me but he's the one I was waiting for in the hotel. The one I have feelings for." "Do you know his name?" "No. I don't." "Do you think you would've recog