Xerneas X Yveltal Novels & Stories

I let the warm feeling flow towards my hands and until the purple sparks appear again, creating thin bolts of lightning. “Sapphire No! You’ll get hurt!” “I won’t let you die up there, Xeno! Just let me help!” “YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND!” “I DON’T CARE!” Our exchange of screams just faded by the loud snarl from the monster. Xeno kept on hitting its head. One powerful blow and the Wyvern almost lost consciousness and fell hard on the ground, its body made a loud thud which shook the earth underneath us.

Aldric asked, running his hand over his soft fur. “Wolfsbane.” Xyler whipseed weakly. ‘What do you mean? I don't feel anything.” Aldric said, touching Xyler’s head. “You're not feeling anything, you’ve blocked everything out…I can't.” Xyler explained, trying to curl more into himself. “Shit shit shit. We need to wake up.” Aldric said, starting to panic.

45 Caliber 1911 pistol which he showed me and I wondered where he got such a piece from. Clara has a Katana and can shoot guns perfectly too, he said they've both been going for combat trainings since they were kids. Clara prefers using her melee weapon than guns as she's swift and more brutal with it as Austin described. He said the infected that bite her caught her unawares when they where scanning an abandoned building to see if they can get something useful.

The static-claws tore through his charcoal-grey fur, pixelating his flesh, but he didn't let go. "He's... my... brother!" Caleb roared, his voice a distorted, digital rasp. The sound of Caleb’s pain was the final Input the system needed. Xander’s eyes snapped shut, and then they opened—not black, not blue, but a brilliant, searing Silver-Gold.

Oh my God ! Ty hugged me close to him and kissed me passionately before releasing me and said, “I am so proud of you, baby,” he smiled and kissed my forehead making me blush. “I add on to the Elder’s boon, Alpha Stone,” Xenia suddenly said. “Your daughter will be the most powerful dragon-were-vamp hybrid and I give her the additional power of “Steal” that will help her learn other’s powers immediately as soon as she sees them wield them,” Xenia added.

That cruel, demonesque smirk. It spoke louder and clearer than any word could ever say. He was going to find me and when he does... I clenched my eyes shut as my thoughts clouded. Through the haze of it, I could only see one thing on the canvas of my mind. My greys intermingled with black and then I was thrown into an odyssey of darkness. A maze of questions that didn't have answers. Madeline's form that awash the canvas scarlet and beside that Marienne's beautiful Turquoise eyes that held hatred for me.

Tahr She'll return soon. She is mine and will not be able to stay away. Plus she has nowhere to go. I will give her this time of adjustment because I need time to think too. I'm still in shock that she transcended. Even more so that she's yellow. It makes no sense. She should be silver like me-majestic silver to represent the royal silver dragons. Bastian's mate is red and Laryn's is blue-end of story. Or it should be. My mate is yellow.

Xanth was well matched with the Khione man, their precise and powerful attacks were blocked easily by the other’s defensive attacks. They fought with both skill and magic, and although Xanth’s magical abilities were limited because of his mix breed nature, it did not slow him down and neither did he relent. Kye gave his all, he had the skill of the sword and the advantage of magic, he lit up his sword in with a burning blue flame that caused a low level shock wave whenever it clashed with Xanth’s sword. They matched each other’s speed, blurring in and out of attacks, their blows fueled by anger and hatred, Kye had jealousy in his heart, he wanted the girl for his own selfish reasons and the

Even Virex stood at a distance, his hand on the hilt of his blade. “His pulse is off the charts,” Marrow growled, trying to hold Xander’s shoulders. “He’s not coming back. He’s sinking into the Great Dark.” Suddenly, Xander’s eyes snapped open. They weren't golden anymore. They were a terrifying, molten crimson, swirling with flecks of black iron. A sound erupted from his throat that wasn't a growl or a howl - it was the sound of a tectonic plate snapping.