Pokemon Steven X May Novels & Stories

But unlike Steven’s, where his tattoo has a white line of string flowing down to coil three times around his wrist before moving up to connect with the rotating white ball on the inside of his palm, hers has a string flowing down to coil three times around her wrist before moving up to connect with 2 white waves on the inside of her palm. “But I thought subs couldn’t control the main element and I’ve seen Dana try to drown Steven with her powers?” Remembering that morning still puts a smile on my face, in my brief time living with the two of them it was a little amusing to see how childish they tend to get when they’re arguing over something.

Chapter 165 : The Sweat Feelings Pyra’s POV: I approached the gym, wanting to work out. The air was crisp, and the sky was painted in hues of pink and orange. As I stepped into the gym, the familiar scent of rubber mats, metal weights, and the faint trace of sweat hit me and my eyes locked on a figure seated on the floor. Steven turned towards the door, his eyes locked on mine as he put away his phone. I frowned. Who was Steven talking to by this time? And who does he know to communicate with seeing that he was completely alone since he came to the pack?

Whoa, I've only read about things like this! "And what are his Colors?" Papi inquires of Steve. "Red and Green." She answers, frowning at the ball. "Holy shit Steve's a vampire wizard?!" I exclaim shocked. She nods, "It seems that way to me. Uh, you should get rid of those kittens you have too. It seems that they were sent to you by Steve. He may have put some sort of spell on them to make you more susceptible to his spells on you." She says looking concerned. Damn him! I love my kittens. I'm gonna cry...

Steven sneered threateningly and said, "That's right! I'm the Dragon Slayer, no. 32 on the Blacklist. You'll meet your end tonight, punk!" Steven stomped, and a crack appeared on the floor. Then, he sprang forward like a sharp arrow. The shiny and sharp dagger was like a poisonous snake, aiming directly at Sebastian's neck! Rosalie was shocked at the sight. "Be careful, Sebastian!" she shouted. Sebastian stood still and calm in the face of Steven's attack. Steve sneered at Sebastian's reaction. "Are you so scared you can't move, punk? Go to hell!" Steven rushed forward. The cold glint on his dagger grew brighter too.

"You're not still a virgin, are you? Wait… you've absorbed ability user energy at least once—don't tell me—hm!" He seemed to realize something and widened his eyes in surprise. "Don't say anything, Ray! Just don't!" Steve buried his face, utterly flustered. Damn… Alexander was a fake saint, but Steve truly had the potential to become one. No wonder he seemed so at home in the Zimtam Outpost. Their ideals aligned perfectly. Just then, the man following the footprints of the woman in red finally entered their view. "Ray, someone's coming!" Steve tensed.

Steven cried. “Take him away and send him to the torture chambers. Maybe the pain would make him remember,” Kayden instructed, and two men came forward to drag Steven away. “I really don't know where she is… I swear… I'm not lying… Please… let me go…” Steven yelled, but all his pleas fell on deaf ears. “What are you going to do to me? Kill me?” Master X asked when it was left with him and Kayden. “Why would I kill you when you and I are going to have a lot of fun? You will beg for death, and it will still be far from you,” Kayden taunted, and Master X watched him with hatred.

I needed no one to tell me that if it were up to my parents, I would have been used as bait or the price for peace. “So? Updates?” Brian asked Steven. “Uhm, yea,” he said, taking a seat across from me. Brian found his place beside me and I rested my head on his shoulder, listening to what was new. “The commander’s team were able to locate Master X,” Steven began. I felt my heart drop and butterflies welling in my stomach as my excitement was hitting the skies. I watched the blank expression on Brian's face, and stayed put, not wanting to blow anything out of proportion.

Neil chimes in. I’m still confused. I don’t mind adding Steven to the fold, but he’s not much of a fighter. He doesn’t workout like Archer, or even Neil. Beau gets most of his exercise in other ways. But Steven spends his time in his lab. I’m not sure what helpful pointers he can give. I’m not sure why this would be Archer’s idea. But then Steven kicks off his shoes and steps onto the mat. He stops a few feet from me, facing me, and I realize at once: He means to fight.

Peter could not get the upper hand no matter how hard he tried. Charles and Steven felt the weird vibes too as they reached the top of the stairs. They rushed over just in time to see Peter duking it out with the mystery assailant. Steven narrowed his eyes, sizing up the situation, then leaped into the battle. It was not long before the attacker was gasping for breath, and with a swift kick from Steven, the figure was sent sprawling to the floor. Steven narrowed his eyes again, ready to pounce and catch the intruder, but the guy threw some kind of powder from his clothes, blinding Steven momentarily.

They smell weird,’ I asked Steven in the mind link as we backed up a little. ‘Not sure. But I like our odds. They don’t look as strong as a werewolf and a superhuman,’ he responded with a sense of confidence, subtly positioning himself to shield me. ‘That’s like my friend!’ I replied. I watched as the two men advanced, their menacing intentions clear. Steven’s hands were poised for action. I could sense the tension coiled in his body, ready to erupt into a fight at any moment. “What do you want?” I demanded, my voice steady even as my stomach churned with fear.