Red X Blue Pokemon Novels & Stories

Thick red clouds of dust filled the air as nearly 500 bikes rode out of the gates to the Orc Fortress. Half were heading west and the other half heading north. Gin lead the north company while Fredrick lead the west. Boman was serving as Fredrick's deputy and Niko was gin's. Their first victim would be a tribe of Red foxes. These were a unique energy beast that had tails made of fire, they would use their flame tails as weapons to cast spells. Xasha wanted babies from this tribe so he could raise and study them himself. He wanted to get inspiration from how they used their tails to make better mana weapons.

She waited until we all nodded in agreement. Rae rubbed her belly. "The first was white." "Yes, one of your pups will have healing powers," Aunty said. The doc then spoke. "The next was pink." Aunty nodded. "Another pup will have some healing powers as well, but the difference is that, if the wolf was angered or endangered, the healing powers would then become deadly, almost like a defense mechanism." "And what does blue mean?" I asked hesitantly. Aunty met my gaze. "Blue is the color of a True Alpha! He will become very powerful, even more powerful than you, Brax."

Claws crept out of his fingers while his face became darkened as he levitated. "I see you now got my wings too, now, let me show you mine!" Rio replied while his eyes had a combination of red and blue, a weird fire burned round his back while his clothes burned off and dropped on the ground as Red-Blue wings retracted out from his back and flapped fiercely, a combination of Rio's wings and Sathanas wings while they flapped fiercely. Claws also crept out of his fingers while his hair caught off in flames, a tattoo on his neck as both brothers stared at each others, both levitating on the air.

“Try harder, Vladimir! See with your mind, not eyes! Focus on the battle camp, shape it as you desire, move it around, control your Aura.” When I don’t train, I study. “Tell me what the colors of Aura represent,” he says. “Black,” I start to say, “is the color of evil. Blue is for leadership, red for power. Green is for strong, yellow happiness, pink is normally for females and represents love, while orange is for loyalty. Brown is for healers…,” I start to explain. “You are wrong! Orange is for healers, while brown is for loyalty. Again, from the beginning.”

“You want to try your luck?” She doesn’t say anything as her eyes flicker red for just a moment before flicking to gold for just a little longer and then back to her enchanting blue-green mix. Victor and Eldridge both push and step up next to me hissing in my head wanting to get a look at our beautiful and feisty little hybrid mate.

“—and they already seen out spot. In just an instance, they all prepared themselves in combat. Saypher with his blade that have a hint of blue. Migo's arrows creating a luminescent red light. Kheina's Claymore with a vibrant brown… In this place that is as dark as my hair, why is it only me who look so lame?!?!?

“R-right...the dragon...” We both wait for the huge creature to reveal itself, and I’m relieved when it turns out to be a light blue, almost white female dragon. It locks its red eyes on mine before looking at Amber. Satisfaction washes over its features as if it has found what it is looking for, and we both watch it shifting into an elderly woman.

I closed my eyes and looks at Arceus. Arceus began to charge up it’s attack “you won’t survive this attack fool. Judgement!!” I looked to see magic arrows hurtling towards me. I point my X-Blade at Arceus, suddenly two more X-Blades appeared making into a triangle the two X-Blades began to make emit two different attacks first one is doing Dialga’s Roar of Time & Palkia’s Spacial Rend while my actual X-Blade began to emit Giratina’s Shadow Force. I immediately put my hand out and Cresselia’s Lunar’s Blessing, Darkrai’s Shadow Ball & Heatran’s Magma Storm began to turn into a orb of energy then Giratina’s Shadow Force, Dialga’s Roar of Time & Palkia’s Spacial Rend was mixed in. I looked at Ux

My blue arches were meshing with his red ones, causing a purple glow to form when our hands were together, and I muttered a wow. “What is that?” Hearing him swallowing uncomfortably, I raised my hand off of his, separating the colors, and peered up at him. “Color theory, red and blue make purple,” he replied in exasperation and I then asked what I could do with my blue arch. Giving me a bland glare he explained, “You can use it as a weapon to push others or toss them away if you're strong enough. Try moving the coffee cup across the table.” Focusing on the cup with my splayed hand I watched it slide a tiny bit and smiled triumphantly.

NARRATOR The great hall of Ravencrest was alive with anticipation, and the air seemed thick with energy, like the very stones of the building were holding their breath. The banners, draped in silver and blue, hung like silent sentinels, the colors a testament to the old bond between Rolan and Mara. Rolan, gone now, but not forgotten. Silver—the shade of his strength, and blue—Mara’s scars, which had come to define her as much as her resilience. Together, they wove a tapestry that was neither entirely victory nor defeat, but a complex, ever-shifting middle ground.