Pokéblock Novels & Stories

“Come on in.” They stepped inside, looking at white walls and dark ceilings. It has a bed, a couch, and a small fridge. “It has a phone but it is not connected to the house. In case of an emergency, you can head here and call the police. This room has three meters of steel walls and is bulletproof. Nobody can get through it." He switches on the big screen. Suddenly all the cameras turned on, showing off everything in the house. “Now you can see how safe this room is.” “That’s so fucking great!” Luther said, looking around the room. “That’s what I’ve been looking for days."

it can increase healing speed 10x of any species that cool now come and take off your cloth and come with me then they start bathing so that is bath it is relax but I can say it not some as our pound . our is more magical and healthy that this one oh that nice if I get chance I will try that pound if you want it also heal any emotion injuries too oh now i am more excited and motivated then they go to sleep and talking pokeri you can call me big brother if you want and I think you don't have one

Brock "Hello my name is Brock, I am the gym leader of the Pewter gym and I accept your challenge" Brock "The rules are simple we will each use 2 pokemons, in middle of the battle we cannot switch pokemons, the first person to win both the battles wins" Lauren "Ok I get it, Bulbasaur you are up" Brock "Bulbasaur, I see a smart choice, go Geodude" Lauren "Bulbasaur use growl" by using growl Geodude's attack power falls down Brock "Geodude use tackle" Geodude tries to tackle with full force

Her father said, “One life is a small price to pay for the peaceful existence of our kingdom.” And for the most part, it was peaceful. There were occasional skirmishes with the kingdoms around them over borders or resources, such as the one Rok Phin claimed to have earned his scar battling in, but for the most part, the twelve kingdoms had a common enemy--the largest empire in all of the lands, the dark kingdom to the west, Beelzanborg.

Pandora Being named after the one woman who unleashed the darkness and evil beings into our world just simply opening a box has never been easy, especially when I need to meet new people. They hesitate to talk to me and even look at me or towards me. I've heard rumors that I'm a witch's hybrid with a wolf, that I was cursed when I was born, and even that I was cursed because I tried to seduce the mate of a powerful witch, but none of this is true, and it also makes no sense, I never crossed the boundaries of the lands of the pack. But even if these unfounded rumors amuse me, after all, we realize how far people's imagination scans, I have my responsibilities, such as: doing my homework, afte

An image of large trucks carrying logs ala Final Destination style popped into my mind. My curiosity got the better of me so I searched where that sound came from. Somebody might be injured and needed help. I just can't walk away from that like I didn't notice anything. I ran towards the direction where the sound of explosion came from. Just a few blocks away from me, I saw some weird vehicle-like object emitting a blue light. As I approached closer, I realized it was cube-shaped and covered in strange drawings all around. The carvings were glowing in blue. The thing was jet-black and looked metallic.

Lariempi replied softly “But I can make it up to you.” He added after a moment of silence “How?” Amelia asked as she finally turned around to take a look at the god who took up the form of a dashing young man “I can help you evolve and become stronger so you can have you revenge.” He replied “Have my revenge? But the monster is already dead.” Amelia exclaimed “This mystic beast is not the first to slip into the mortal world and it won’t be the last, your husband is just one of several that has died and will die by their claws.” Lariempi said emotionlessly

It doesn't sound like English. Near the front counter a bunch of girls around my own age are clustered around a giant mocha bowl. I don't recognize them, so they probably don't go to school with me. They're all whispering and giggling, glancing over at the counter, where Jade is whipping up espressos. All of them, except for one. A girl with curly black hair sits quietly amongst her friends, staring down sadly at her phone. She's wearing a T-shirt with "Felix Lockhart Forever" printed on it, above a group shot of the whole band. She must have missed out on Fable tickets. She looks like she's about to burst into tears. I know the feeling.