Pokémon Fanfiction Ash Stops Holding Back Novels & Stories

“You’re not okay yet.” Hamish raised one hand. “He is stable enough. The balance presence is holding him upright.” I bared my teeth slightly. “Balance or not, he’s exhausted.” Ashen rubbed his hands over his face. “I can keep going. I promise.” I stepped closer to the barrier until my breath fogged against the faint shimmer. “You don’t have to keep going just because you can.” Ashen lowered his hand slowly, eyes softening. “But if I stop now, the alignment might slip.”

Isabella As soon as we reach the forest, Asher disappears behind a tree. He returns in his wolf form and I get on. I feel sad that I can’t shift, but I feel exhilarated as Asher runs through the forest. I blink when my vision seems to change a little. I’m still trying to clear the strange blue vision when Asher suddenly stops and shakes me off his back.

“Slate, what are you doing?” One of my clawed hands, trapped in mid-shift, reaches up as I take another bold step forward. "STOP," Ash commands. A mistake because that means she has shifted her attention to me and doesn’t notice that behind me, Blake has started to move independently, the spell too strained between the two of us.

I keep my sobs quiet as I sneak out of the room. It’s still dark outside. I tiptoe throughout the house until I get to the backyard. Then I let Ash take over and stretch her legs. We run through the forest, but it’s not the same thrill it used to be. Ash lets out a mournful howl. The ache never relents. She runs along the border, only stopping when she catches the scent of Aurora Flame. A dark figure stands near the border. Ash takes a fighting stance, but the figure holds his hands up in defeat. She growls as he moves closer to us. The figure steps into the moonlight, sending relief over Ash and me.

She knew she loved them, it was a fact, like knowing the sky is blue. “They’re my friends. I fought for them,” she thought. But the warm feeling of love, the spark she used to feel when they held hands, was gone. Stolen. All she felt now was an empty, cold, hollowed spot in her chest. “Stop,” Ash said, his voice rough. He leaned against the wall. “I can't go on. My hands hurt too much. It’s like holding fire.” They sat in the dark, too tired to move. The silence was heavy, almost like a weight around them.

My body always had a mind of its own when it came to Asher, and no amount of training had been able to change that. He pressed his claws against my bare chest, right above my left breast. As he dug the tips of them into my flesh, a sharp sting of pain took hold. The longer I lay frozen beneath him, the more disbelief began to take hold, numbing my nerves until all that was left was the shocking realization that Asher was actually going to draw blood. He might be rough and punishing, but he’s never made me bleed before. Instinct took hold inside my head, and I shoved past the block in his head, racing down the bond between us until I was forced to stop. I was slammed back into my own body wit

Miranda was lucky enough to have locked her ankles, for Jamie wasted no time jumping to the next tree, then the next, and the next. Ash released an angry and fearsome growl, as he kept focus on the vampire which flew through the trees, with his mate locked on her back like a defenseless koala cub. He couldn't allow them to get away from him, and being so focused on the chase, Ash didn't realize in which direction he was being led.

Instead, he caught Kamman's arm, as if preventing his fall. "Aren't you a Phoenix, sir? How come your body doesn't live up to your name?" Asia asked in a mocking tone, a playful smile plastered steadily on his face. He said that with no idea that his presence was slowly draining bits of Kamman's soul. Kamman closed his eyes and focused on the pain, trying to subdue it. One of his hands pressed to his head, and the other gripped the nearest table to support his body. His men visibly panicked, especially Rei, who immediately rushed to hold him. However, he barely reached him before Asia's arm was raised in front of him, preventing access.

This time, I could almost feel tiny sparks inside me. "If you still want me to clear those rumours, tell me by tomorrow evening." He whispered in my ear before pulling away. "I'll see you later then." And then he disappeared in the night leaving me alone with my incredible racing heart. He knew what he just did to me. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°′°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Asher's POV:

Jo had to admit to herself that the mischief in his eyes was sexy to her. “Don't you mean your scrawny body?” Jo asked, tired of his smartass quips. “Noooo! My ego has taken such a battering. I think I'll keep my shirt on.” Ash said, combing his hair out of his eyes. Jo smiled as she figured out why Ash was behaving like a jerk. For some reason, he didn't want her to see his bare torso. She wondered why. “Ash, this isn't the time for jokes. If you really want us to find out who framed us and get our former lives back, then you'll allow me to check your wounds.” Jo said sternly.