Red Pokemon Fan Art Novels & Stories

I held a bird, Wings of shimmering gold. Fly little one, I urged. The bird lay on my palm, As though playing dead. Such breathtaking beauty, In such a frail body. I picked up the beautiful creation, The masterpiece of art. I gave it a name, I became larger than life. I loved the bird, Till she learnt how to soar. My little birdie, Isn't so little anymore. She's grown, She's my Pikachu. The Lost Journals of Eden

He pointed to the blue potato. “He says he doesn’t look like that,” I said. “He’s considering legal action against the artist.” “Who’s the artist?” “Me.” His gaze dropped to the drawing of Al again, then returned to my face. “Your skill level is inconsistent.” “I’m a wedding planner, not Michelangelo.” “He’s holding a whale shark.” “He always carries the whale shark.” Rafael looked at the picture a little longer. His thumb shifted near the blue outline of the whale shark but didn’t touch the crayon. Like he was afraid the color might rub off.

“Alright!” The machine had a lot of stuffed toys inside from various cartoons and most of them are Pokémon dolls. I saw a fluffy Jigglypuff, two flaming Charmanders and even a wrongfully stuffed Celebi that looked like it’s been smoking pot. But out of all of them, I really liked the Pikachu one mostly because it’s been my favorite even after many generations. “I’m telling you it’s a scam.” Xavier muttered still keeping his sentiments. Maybe it’s a scam. Maybe it’s not.

When I released his hand, he took it, flipped it to the last page, and showed the drawing to me. My lips parted, seeing a pencil sketch of me standing in the gazebo. “This was more like a surprise for me, Aya. I never thought I’d be able to draw again after Scarlett left me,” he smiled, moving to the easel I did not notice when I came earlier. “It’s not finished yet, but -” I walked closer to the canvas, my eyes welling with tears again, eyeing the painting before me. I sniffled; my lips pursed but quivered as I gazed at my image on the canvas. I turned around, dashing toward his direction and embracing Red.

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But among the artworks in the room, what caught my attention was the painting on the easel place near the window. I went closer to it and I was stunned by the beauty of the painting. It is still unfinished but I can clearly see how magnificent it is. Did the Alpha paint it? I continue to watch the painting in awe. It's a painting of a gray wolf with familiar blue eyes. It looks so alive and vibrant. "Luna Azalea Salvatorri." I jerked when I heard a familiar voice from behind. I was too lost with the painting and I didn't even notice Alpha Lucien's arrival.