Pokémon Fanfiction Ash Is A Legendary Pokémon นิยาย & เรื่องราว

But no sound came. Just him—**Asher**, standing on four powerful legs, covered in black and silver fur, his head snapping toward a group of intruders. He lunged, tearing through them with precision, no hesitation. A blur of motion, of fury and power. There was blood on his teeth. Steel couldn’t seem to touch him. *Oh my God.* *Oh my God.* *What—what is he?* And then… he turned. Saw her. Even through the monstrous form, **his eyes met hers**. Something in them held. Recognition. A flicker of… grief?

“Don’t lump me in with those bottom-feeding creeps.” I winced. “Devil?” Ash took a long breath, clearly trying not to set me on fire. “Yes, I’m not the kind that just whispers sins into people’s ears. I’m a devil.” He leaned back against the bed frame, raised one hand, and twirled his long fingers in the air like he was drawing something invisible. A faint red light sparked at his fingertip before fading. “Name’s Ash Ravencroft. I make deals with humans. You have something I want. I can give you something you want.”

We are of the same age, known each other since we’re a pup but since his distance is far, we often bond unlike Jacob and I. The conference has ended when the screen has turned off. “You didn’t tell them that Ash was a stealer, Aiden.” Nick said as I sat on my chair. “I don’t need to.” Telling them may only blurred their thoughts and the last thing I would want is for my ally to question the bond I have with Ashira. “And David already knew. Ashira was a former Regal wolf, an adopted child of the Beta, that news won’t escape his ears.” Silence filled the room and I can feel that Nick’s head was filled with thoughts.

Then suddenly, a ball of light came out of my chest, and it surprised me when it talks. "Hello Kofi, I'm your guide for your power. You may call me Ashron." You again?!" "Yes, It's me again. Why? You miss me?" He asks, then he shows up again in the form of Ash. "No! I'm so happy that I'm going to get married, but I know I'm not Kelly anymore?" I reply to him while being disappointed. Then, I paused a little bit and took a deep breath. "What's happening now?" I ask him.

, Bright beamed. "Wait...since you gave me this wonderful day to remember, I have something for you too. It's not as good as this, nothing will ever be. But I need you to have it...", Ash whispered taking out the box in his hand. Bright opened the box and saw a beautiful pendant in a leather bracelet which was recognizably something a white dragon leader would own. "This belonged to my great grandfather and is passed down in every generation. My grandfather gave it to mom and mom fixed it for you...she gave it to me before our wedding. But I wasn't sure if you'd take it...", Ash voice went down.

CHAPTER 41 _______________ TYR POV I can't rest now that we are under the power of Asher the power of illusion. It drowned us in a lava, our bodies were on fire but we didn't think about it yet we were dying because we already knew it wasn't real. "We still feel pain that we don't understand even if it's just an illusion." I shouted as I forced myself to swim in this lava where Psyche above was looking at us. he tries to escape, she makes a way to break the chain that binds her old body.

she says as the images flick again and my breath stalls. Massive dragons. Beautiful. Breath-taking. Soul stopping. I stare at the image in awe. My parents told me stories about the dragons. In fact, my father’s bonded had been a dragon. An astrol dragon. Malakar. Absolutley giant and beautiful. I remember climbing on him as a small child as though he was a jungle gym. And the craziest thing? He would let me. Everyone knows you do not approach another’s bonded, but perhaps it was the fact that I was his bonded’s child. I suppose we will never know.

“Magister, why do we let garbage through the gates? Let me throw her to the stone giant and save us the paperwork.” I ignored him, but my left hand squeezed into a tight fist. My nails pressed hard into an old, ugly scar that hid my forbidden blood seal. It kept my real, dangerous ash-magic buried deep inside me. In this empire, that kind of magic meant death. It was the same power the lost Ash King used when he nearly burned the whole world a hundred years ago. “Put your hand on the stone,” Vane ordered. I stepped forward. My boots hit the hard ground, and I felt cold eyes burning into the back of my neck.

"Unfortunately, I do." "You will change your mind once you try theirs, I promise." "Hope so." Asher is originally from my mother's pack, a few survivors of the war. He was no more than five years old when he was brought here, and he and my mother were close. He doesn't remember much about the royal pack, except that it was magnificent and that it often snowed. I wish I knew more about it. His parents were both betas, and he's no ordinary wolf; he's a pure beta.

The next morning, a pup was born in a village 3 days walk away. Gray moon. One gray spot. Name: Ash. Ash was different from the start. He didn’t want to tell stories. He wanted to listen to them. Ash grew up quiet. He sat with elders until their voices gave out. He sat with pups until they fell asleep mid-sentence. He sat with warriors who had no words left, just scars. He didn’t speak much. When someone finished a story, he’d touch their moon. And the memory would glow a little brighter. Like he was keeping it warm.