Rivalry Pokemon Novels & Stories

My fists were clenched tightly at my sides, my jaw was set, and my head was held high with my back straight as I walked down the hallway, mentally counting each step and silently praying to whatever gods were listening that I wouldn't meet anyone on my way until I reached the door. That same door that, despite being right in front of me, seemed impossibly far away. Noises echoed from outside the building – not just any building, but the nation's media house. Outside, over one hundred thousand people from across the nation had gathered, arguing and silently waiting to see who would win tonight's game between Sunhaven and Dawnlands. They wanted to know which of the two greatest packs in the na

Done with this childish rivalry, my wolf growled the truth I didn’t want to face. Rivalries don’t fade when you’re forced into the same territory. They ignite. I knew for a fact that this was going to be a wild ride.

he said, gliding past me. My competitive streak kicked in. No more Mr. Nice Guy. The next few rounds were a blur of fast cuts, blocked shots, and close calls. Our breathing got heavier. Trash talk turned breathless. I managed to tie us up, 4–4, and the final point hung between us like lightning. “I’m gonna end you,” Cameron said, panting. I grinned. “In your dreams, grumpy.” The puck dropped. I faked left. He bit. I swerved right, took the shot, and—

His face was all emotionless as he stared at me with nothing but disgusting, loathing, and hatred. My heart squeezed. I opened my mouth, desperate to say something, anything, but before I could, the voice of the MC boomed through the hall. "Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the special event that will shake the whole city of manchester…” The crowd erupted in mad cheers, while others murmured in confusion. “I guess it's time for the proposed competition, see you there, My Rival” Andrian said before going away with the woman beside him. Her distant laughter rang like the horn of hell to my ears.

They were praising them in their minds—thinking about all the sacrifices that they had made, not knowing that the two men in the living room were currently holding a contest on who could eat the sliced apples the fastest. "Fuck off. I clearly have more apples than you, so it'd be unfair if we go on with these rules," Arlo said. Dalton clicked his tongue. "Shut up. I literally sliced more apples than you. I am the one who's at a disadvantage here." "No, I am!" Arlo argued. "I am!" Dalton screamed back. Arlo shut his eyes and massaged his temples. "Fine. Let's just bring out the weighing scale." Dalton stuck his chin up. "Fine!"

I handed her phone back to her. "Them," I muttered. "You mean Raging Beast and Deadly Snake!" she exclaimed. I frowned. "Why do you all call them by those names?" I asked. "Because it suits their personalities perfectly. Nobody dares to call them by their real names in this school unless they're tired of living. Raging Beast, as the name implies, is cold and always angry. Some students say he has anger issues. He's the son of the Alpha of the neighboring pack. He's ruthless, and even the principal is wary of him. Deadly Snake, on the other hand, is the complete opposite. He rarely speaks unless it's absolutely necessary. He could witness someone dying right in front of him and still maintain

"I was able to correct the alloy ratios and stabilized the mounting frames myself. The entire Empress Collection prototype set is fully assembled." On the other end of the line, Damian let out a low, breathy gasp before a loud, arrogant laugh burst from his lips. "I knew it!" Damian shouted into the phone, his voice dripping with pure, toxic triumph. "That bitch actually thought she could sabotage me with a few missing numbers! She looked me in the eye today and told me good luck fixing them. She really thought she was irreplaceable!" Damian gripped his phone tightly, his chest swelling with unearned pride as all his anxiety from earlier evaporated into thin air.

Dimitri moved with cold precision, his shots finding their marks, his movements efficient and controlled because he had been trained for this, had been forged in this, and he didn't hesitate as he took down one man after another. But there were too many. Nikolai fought with wild ferocity beside him, and he was a demon unleashed, brutal and relentless and unstoppable, and he cut through Krasny's men like a blade through silk. A man got too close. Nikolai saw him coming and tried to turn, but the man was faster than expected, and the knife slashed across his side before Nikolai could react. He grunted in pain but didn't stop because there was no time to stop, and he drove his elbow into the ma

He took another step forward until the two men were nearly chest to chest, “Crown blood. Strong womb. That makes her mine. I’m the one with the highest points this week. You want to challenge that, Rage? Right here?” Reaper’s smirk widened “I’ll paint the concrete with your guts and still take her while your corpse lays there.” Rage’s face twisted with pure fury. I could see it now.. the history between them. These two were rivals. Long-standing. Blood had been spilled between them before, over points, over status, over the best women in the pens.