Pokémon Fanfiction Ash Is A Prodigy Novels & Stories

Ignoring Jinx's pleas and the urge to go to my mate I forced my legs to carry me to the lobby where Ash was. I spotted him leaning against the wall in the modern fancy lobby just menacing enough that people were giving him a wide berth. Ash didn't like people or crowds, he was more of a lone wolf in his life within our pack. I moved to meet him as he pushed off the wall and met me in a brotherly embrace. He immidiately began to sniff the air. Ash was a descent of the moon goddess, each had a gift. His older siblings had the power of fire and water. Ash had a super sensative sense of smell. He could scent anything even if it had been magically concealed.

she said, a foreboding tone laced in her voice making Perry and I perk our ears as we stared at her. Ash narrowed her gaze on me then on Perry. I gulped. She looked so serious as she makes a beckoning sign with her fingers. We stepped closer as if we’re planning the greatest heist in history. I could hear Perry swallow just as Ash pulled us both to an inner circle. “The problem is… I may or may not start fantasizing about your big toes. You see, they’re my greatest weakness, if you know what I mean.” Ash whispered, looking at us both.

he asked sounding a tad weak. Ash hummed, "After my mo-the woman hired to play my mother was killed, I wished I could just erase my life, burn it down to nothing", he swallowed, "I didn't tell you the whole story, my grandfather killed or attempted to kill my grandmother when my father was my age, and it's apparently a family, initiation thing", he made a face as if he'd tasted something vile, swallowing he continued, "Obviously my grandmother survived probably using another decoy to protect herself, she, however, couldn't change the way her son ended up thinking, and apparently that man has wires in his brain screwed wrong", he said shaking his head. "If I can't erase who I am, or burn my p

If they failed here, when there were no rogues or intruders, how would they survive the day the real test arrived? I crouched lower, examining one of the rookies who had clearly lost his footing again. His trembling hands betrayed his terror, but there was something more—a stubbornness that refused to fully break under my gaze. I had seen that stubbornness before in my own brothers, in my sons, and I knew it could be molded into ferocity… or destroyed. But before I could even begin my lecture, Ash came barreling across the garden, his boots tearing up clumps of dirt and sending birds into the air. His face was pale, eyes wide, and the urgency in his step set my instincts screaming.

“You weren’t authorized.” The man grins. “I never am.” I recognize him before he speaks again. Not by face—by weight. By the way the city pulls away from him like it doesn’t want to be noticed. “Name’s Ash,” he says. “Protagonist, depending who you ask.” Jonas’s voice goes flat. “You’re supposed to be off-grid.” “Yeah,” Ash replies. “So are ghosts.” He looks at me then. Really looks. No reverence. No calculation. Just recognition.

Something older—deeper—threading into the bones of Moonfall Keep. Her fingers glow faintly. Dull. Ash-toned. She inhales sharply. “This wasn’t a shadow,” she says slowly, each word deliberate. “It was absence.” The word hits like a dropped blade. Cain’s voice is low. “Explain.” “Someone burned themselves out of the world,” Maereth continues. “Ash magic. Starved. Broken. The kind that doesn’t cast—it consumes. It leaves nothing behind because there’s nothing left to leave.”

He was just messing with you…you're a freeman, Eren. I stared at him, dumbfounded.“ What? …. Did you hear the part where he said he was going to murder my family? He wasn't bluffing when he said that.” Aslan stood to his feet and went over to the shelves in one corner of the room. He brought out a book and placed it on the table right in front of me. “ You're the first man along with your family and my daughter to be marked free in this scroll without a death sentence,” he explained.

I take his hand in mine, giving it a squeeze as he looks at Dylan before he says. "Don't look so worried, Dylan; this is just as much about me as it is about you." Dylan's brow creases as he asks. "What do you mean?" Ash takes a deep breath before he carries on. "When I was a child, I knew that I was different from all the other kids around me, I was bigger, stronger, and I was able to take any of them down, including boys a lot older than me." Dylan's eyes go wide. He knows he has the same godly strength. Ash looks at Bear, who nods his head for him to carry on.

“They’re not real. They can’t be. Vampires and werewolves and witches, that’s a huge stretch, but fine, okay, maybe, but dragons?” My pulse raced. My hands trembled. The words hit like a punch in the gut. I took a step back. Then another. “You’ve made a mistake,” I said. “I’m just a girl. Just Nora Carver. An unwanted orphan with a bad attitude and a glitchy brain. I don’t have power. I don’t have a legacy. I barely even have a past.” Ashleigh’s hair turned a pale gold as she said, “But now you have a future.”

“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.”