Pokemon Thieves Novels & Stories

"Alpha!" The first thing that came to my vision was a lifeless body, was Aragon, the I-am-the-Almighty Alpha. Seemed like poisons were something that could overpower him, mainly his ego. But the way poisons rushed through his veins forced a frown to creep up my eyebrows. He turned blue within a few seconds, slightly purple. His achings affected me, but poisons didn't dare to provoke me. I was their protector, the one they were bound to listen to.

Raisa explained. "Why are there so many pages?" I asked in fresh horror. She clarified, "Each 'day,'" but that didn't make it much better. "With them comes information about their pack and its entire history. Connor collects trophies, which include stolen females and knowledge of where they stole them from. This is my 'day.'"

I sighed and leaned back and heard something click behind me. Quickly sitting upright, I turned to see what had made the sound and realized that the fake pillow had moved! Another click echoed through the room and this time a compartment opened in the armrest of the enormous cement throne. I took a peek and inside there was a book. An ancient book by the looks of things. I looked at Freya with wide eyes and then looked at the book again.

"I'll let you know when I have things figured out." "If he hurts you, call me, understand?" Reno whispered. I nodded. "Nice to see you Hobbs." "You too Reno." Hobbs was attempting to sound angry and tough, but I knew he was warming up to Reno. "You are playing a dangerous game, Jovie." Hobbs informed me. "I know." I replied. "But that boy out there is the first person to steal something from me that I can't get back." "What did he take?" "My heart. And now it's his forever."

Summoning every ounce of strength left, I jumped on and tore off toward our hideout. I slammed the door shut behind me and crumpled to the floor, breathless. Blood oozed from my arm, but I had no time for that then. I opened my hand to reveal the prize: a pink diamond, glinting with an otherworldly glow. "It's here. Now talk," I said. Old Fox, ever the cool customer, took the diamond, inspected it briefly in the light, and then pulled out a sealed dossier from his desk. "Everything you need to know about your guy is right here."

"Once you're feeling better, I'll explain everything." I closed my eyes, inhaling the familiar scent of jasmine that filled the air. It used to be sandalwood. Maybe explanations weren't necessary anymore. The crimes of the Chandlers, Scotts, and Mauruses were exposed all at once, with irrefutable evidence. Much like the Labarres of the past, they vanished overnight. Zach's methods were ruthless, with no mercy. I spent a few days hiding at home while Zach waited outside. The house staff had all been sent away, and the fridge was nearly empty.

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

Without pausing, he delivered a forceful kick, causing the guard to stumble and collapse onto his unconscious comrade. Returning his blade to its sheath, Anom glanced towards the camp before pivoting and sprinting toward the entrance of the ruins. Moments later, the sound of footsteps echoed as the vice leader and two additional guards arrived, alerted by the commotion and giving chase without hesitation. … Anom approached the entrance with caution, his experience as a seasoned thief urging him to exercise prudence. Having encountered various ruins during his travels, he understood the perils that lay within. Ancient civilizations often devised intricate traps that posed challenges even to m

[Skill Generated: Pickpocket] Skill: Pickpocket Skill Level: 1/5 Rank: C (A at max skill level) Cost: 1-5 MP Skill Creator/Generator: Player Kirou Description: This is an alternate version of the skill [Steal] from the Thief class that was self-learned by Player Kirou. This skill allows the player to take something from a targets' body or inventory. The item taken can be anything on the target excluding quest items and the rarity or amount depends on the skill level, target level in comparison to the skill user, and the amount of time the skill user's hand is on the target's body. Luck also plays a part in deciding the item taken.

“I saw her following me.” “See?” Sheels jumped and gave Hera a pat on the shoulder. “In theory, you could do so much more on your ability than just stealing a body. You can either copy their techniques, own their memories, and, most especially, be who they are. If I’m not mistaken, that is called Side-Thieving.” “What?” Sheels merely smiled. “And that’s what we’re going to work for this week, so,” she paused to ruffle Hera’s hair, “try to smarten up a bit. I don’t tolerate stupidity.”