Pokémon Red Book Novels & Stories

everything was in the room. I kept walking but my fingers stopped once it reached a maroon book, it was thin as compared to other books and had no name on the side, something told me to look at it and I did. I removed the book from the bookshelf, it had nothing...no title, no author's name on its cover. I opened the book and the last thing I was expecting happened, the Red moon written in bold letters stared back at me. My eyes widened and I quickly started running my eyes on the page.

It was no ordinary book and neither was it meant for ordinary people. ‘’I need to get something for myself’’ Mara says walking onto the shelf hidden at the far end of the room. It is composed of books from history to spell casting and some hybrid notifications. She was not interested in any of the books, not until the red cover book fell to the ground catching her attention. ‘’Ways to make it work’’ the title read. Mara had no idea of what the book was about; those words were all it had and the back was completely plain and painted red.

He read it over again, the confusion growing more deeper and then he saw dungeons guards red tick, Abel blue tick, queen Anna, "there was no tick, what does red tick blue tick means? He stared around him and rubbed his temple. He was tired of this whole puzzle. He closed the book and stood up but then something caught his mind. Red tick blue tick, he was sure he had seen that before. He rushed to his shelf, flipping books out of his way as he searched for something useful. "Ahh, got ya." He smiled and went to the table. The book looks dusty and way too old, well that was his little library. "Phub.." he blew on it and cleaned the book with his palms. His eyes searched the contents for marks a

And she finds the Phoenix book that Benny had given her. The book is ancient, the leather of the cover is in remarkable condition considering that, but then it had been stored in a dragon’s hoard for years. The cover has an embossed phoenix on it, and a few gems in gold settings to highlight some of the details, the eye is a fire agate, red and orange with hints of green. The tail feathers each have a stone in the centre of them, either fire opals, red with a hint of iridescence, or ‘Dragon’s Breath Opals’.

It was not like I was afraid, but I seemed anxious to see more of the book. “I never knew this kind of thing existed here,” Andrian commented with a tone painted with awe and bewilderment. “Same here.” I nodded slightly with my gaze fixed on the book in my hand. I flipped another page of it because, after what was written on the previous page, there was nothing more. “Wow!” I exclaimed, seeing the next thing that stunned me. Learn to summon a red ball of fire by learning to concentrate your energy in your hand. After that, there was nothing more on the page. I turned to the next page, which creased and wrinkled at my touch.

The air is light and refreshing, I find myself closing my eyes. Opening my eyes once more, I continue to walk forward. As I walk the grass beneath me begins to grow warm. I shift my gaze down and watch as the light green grass begins to glow yellow. From the middle of the clearing purple fog begins to form. The fog is thick and dark as it begins to further spread. I watch as the fog suddenly begins to spiral upward. Slowly the fog begins to clear and a large black dog with glowing purple eyes stands before me. Wisps of black flames surround the dog. The creature approaches me and then lies down in front of me.

Prince Ron wondered how the books didn't rot in such a place. As if Prince Kayziel heard him, his spirit form emerged from the pearl and he gazed at the books with happiness. "The red wood is a gotten from a magical tree infused with the Earth spirit's power. It protects the books from rotting. Every page here, every cover, even the maps and pens are made of red wood. Nothing here can rot." Prince Ron's eyes widened in awe as he gazed at all the books. "That's amazing." "And in here," Prince Kayziel continued. "Lies the information that will help me gain a solid form. Finally, I shall be reunited with my brother. My spirit shall rest."

Pulling out his phone, he calls Julian to get some people down here as well. The office has nothing but a table, chair, posters, and a few books on the wall. I look through the books trying to see if I can find anything in there. Not finding anything, I put them back and start to look through the table. Opening the drawers, there all empty inside aside from a little white card. I pick up card and it reads J. Miller. His name tag. “Find anything?” Adair asks hovering over me. “This.” I say showing it to him.

Not that Jon had anything to say to her. The day had been taken up by this seemingly fruitless search, until in the dingiest part of the store, in a crumbling red book published in 1900, he found the name. The Book of Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage was filled with weird double-talk, esoteric terms, confusing graphics, and yawn-inducing florid language, but the name was there—as was his invocation.

First I search up Valtor. At first all that comes up is I*******m names and some sliding phone case thing. I go to the second page, third page, fourth page, fifth page, finally on the eighteenth page, I see a headline that says "Valtor, the red masked killer." I click on that, and it's an empty page, or so I thought at first. I stared at the page forever, looking at every little detail of the completely blank white page. In the very corner of the bottom left side. There's a teeny tiny spot where it's not white; if you weren't zoomed all the way up and staring deeply at it, you wouldn't notice it, but I do. I move the mouse over and click onto the teeny tiny cream-colored dot, immediately the