Pokémon Fanfiction Ash Is A Prodigy Novels & Stories

“The moment you joined our group, we already accepted you. Just like Remus and Maximus, I also don’t have any family left. We haven’t had any since a long time or anyone to look after us. But we have each other and we look after each other. We made our own family and even though we’ve had our own differences, we haven’t gone apart.” “You are not always alone, Ash. You will always have us.” He said with such certainty that it would be wrong not to believe him. His eyes fell on her hands and he said, “You have every reason to live and no one has the right to take that away from you. If it’s too hard, then just let go and let me.” He then took her hand and held it firmly. Looking up at her, he

I really think he'll lose his mind when he sees how cute she is, "What does she look like? "Well, she's as old as my mom," Ash starts. Amazing. Thanks, kid, "About as tall as my mom... but more annoying than my mom. She said I'm too dumb for a six-year-old so she's my teacher now and will buy me books. I hate it." "Oh... so, she's super smart?" River asks, like he's hungry for more information, since I try to keep him as much as in the dark as I possibly can. Not to be a bitch, but because I want their connection to be exciting and new and not mess with it too much by talking about things before they get the chance to figure them out personally.

After three years of waiting, Melody finally has the one thing she and her mate, Alpha Asher have always dreamed of; a baby. But her joy turns to horror when she overhears a secret about Asher's past: he was never supposed to be able to father a child. When Asher discovers Melody is pregnant, he doesn't celebrate. Instead, he accuses his own mate of betrayal. Rejected, humiliated, and abandoned by the man she loves, Melody deals with the pain of rejection and a broken heart. But her unborn child isn't just a miracle, someone wants the baby dead. And the truth behind Asher's infertility is far more dangerous than Melody ever imagined. Who is the child's father? Why was Asher's ferti

“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.

He hadn’t just lost a title—he had lost the future he had been promised, all because of a well-timed birth. "That explains a lot. It explains why Abel seemed different. There’s history there, weight. He’s not just your uncle; he’s—" "A rival," Asher finished, his voice flat. "He always has been, and probably always will be." She turned back to Asher, her curiosity not yet fully satisfied. "Do you trust him?" Asher’s response was immediate. "No." The word fell like a stone between them, heavy and final. "Abel plays his own game," Asher continued. "He might have stepped out of the pack’s direct line of power, but that doesn’t mean he’s harmless. He’s dangerous in a different way now, more subt

She’d never replace my mom, and I knew she didn’t want to, but she deserved happiness just as dad did. “I think I’m the one that healed your leg, actually.” I admitted, “It’s a long story, but Asher and I figured out my magical type. I can conjure things, make them real just by thinking about them. It’s why the witches want to use me so badly.”

I looked at him worried and he waved it off. "I heal quickly," he grinned and wiggled his injury, showing it was already better. Ash glanced around with his eyes closed and held my hand and we both turned invisible. We could see each other though and I was about to talk and he shook his head and pressed his finger to his mouth. I nodded and we walked together to the front of the house. Mystrel's was there looking like a beast. His shaggy hair fell to his ass and his eyes were blood red. I bite my lip. He was an asshole but no one deserved to become like that. Ash shook his head and carried me to the forest. He jumped upward and headed south. We were apparently going to Romania and his actua

Ash had a fawning smile on his lips as he answered what Maki question is, Using a tone of 'as a matter of factly' Name: Ash *** Age: 27 years old Identity: A5 Class Heroes Special Secret Identity: Army of Protective Team Cover Original World: Earth Ability: Wood (Requires Upgrade Ability) System Name: System 0000000096321 Binding Method: Soul contracted (Effective both to the Host and system) Special Circumstances: Mental Patient Patient Record #165 : PSTD Ash answered in his usual steady voice but had a hint of fawning with the Maki guy, "Our superiors from the top wanted to make the S level heroes take care of it because we, as an ordinary heroes cant take care of the monsters attacking th

As Ash was explaining this to his bestfriend, Team was looking at him like he just sprouted a cactus on his head. "Ah, Ash. I don't want to be rude, but, you're actually believing that kind of shit? Fucking fantasy rainbows and unicorns, really? You're associating our investigation with that? Ouch!" Team hissed once again as this time, Simon punched his shoulder. Ash didn't feel any sympathy for him. Although he admit the idea of dwelling into something these things was entirely ridiculous, but he couldn't put aside the fact that Simon did find some valuable information about it.

Chapter Four: Happy Birthday James POV: I hate to leave her. I wasn’t a very good father to Ash, but she always made me proud of her. She is smart like her mother, and she is timid until you push her over the edge. She can have a fiery temper given the right circumstances. I looked around the house; I had planned to fix it up for her gave her a place to call sanctuary. After one quick look around, I left a large purple present box on Ash’s bed. It was a gift from her mom before she was murdered.