《Pokemon Black & white: The Complete Story》Chapter 22: Surprise Attack!
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Driftveil City Here in Driftveil City, we find N in a tiny house on a tiny hill next to the City gym. He and two Grunts wearing grey hoodies and the plasma emblem on their front flap. The grunts stared as N patted the heads of two Zouras. The pokemon smiled as N would respond to their smiles with a smile of his own. The grunts turned to each other — and one just shrugged. N: Do you know what my father taught me when I was a boy? Grunt(Female): No? Grunt(Male): Did he advise you to avoid girls like Heiwa? Isaki(Female Grunt): Hey! What does that mean Ai?? Ai(Male Grunt): Nooothing! Notthing. N laughs, as he leads his palm off the top of the heads of Zoruas, as they hopped on his shoulders and N sat on the floor, crossing his legs. N: When I was a boy, he would deliver me only Pokemon that suffered from human beings. It hurts conceiving in my mind that all humans harm Pokemon and as I grew older; I started investigating that mindset. Some team plasma grunts follow under this level and I did not appreciate that. So I constructed two sections..or rather, I gathered my group of groups and established my own team plasma. We are not malicious and do not force people to emancipate their pokemon...but we communicate and leave it up to the people...Why do some grunts go against this? Ai and Heiwa stood in the lifeless silence. Taking this minute devoted to them reflecting and pondering N's message. Reflection was brought to an unanticipated end as two men and one woman in dark plasma clothes stormed the building. The Zouras, terrified, scattered across the building. One ran into the direction of the invaders. The woman picked up the Zoura, her eyes gleamed as she gazed at the structure of the Pokemon. She was beautiful in her eyes. Isaki: Heey there, you're mine now! Ai: Hey put that Pokemon down! Heiwa: All right come on Timburr, help us out! From the backroom behind them, a small muscular Pokemon hopped in the air ready to attack with its beam. The slash of a Liepard immediately struck the Timburr — Timburr collapsed. The Grunts bombarded Heiwa and Ai — knocking the two down as the Grunts stuffed N inside a sack bag. Above his head, as they tied up his upper body under this sack, tying his legs together and carrying him out the room. Ai stood and grabbed the tip of the bag, but Liepard lashed out on him. Ai sprung back and Heiwa along with him. Liepard growled and glared at them as the three grunts made their escape. Heiwa and Ai unable to protect their lord as they abducted him, unaware of what schemes they had in motion.
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The Last Journey
A slice of life litrpg story... or is it? It's burning slow, though. Moving on: War comes with a great cost. Lives and time wasted for most part. One could either be run with sword, be poisoned, be bowed, and sometimes meet their end with just a tiny speck of wood. With magic, it becomes even more colorful. From lightning, to worse poison, to hovering rocks, to weird bladed leaves, to whipping roots, and to a lot more odd things easily reasoned with magic. A wonderful creation. But once used to something more than wonder, more than tricks to gather laughs, it becomes worse. War becomes worse. For there is not only blood to be spilled. A particular town almost met the same end. Soldiers geared with swrords and bows came with mounts. Horses burning lush grasses as it cracked boulders and the soil alike with every step. The kind that only war ones could ever do. Even strange wheeled creations that oozed danger were towed, loaded with something meant to destroy. But not once had they acted upon what such devices should've done, nor what an an army is supposed to do. Siege never occurred, as much as a command to war. No. Magic existed so a simple little fire is all the worth the town has. No sword drawn, no arrows nocked, nothing. Just some mana spent and through the ash they march. That was how Nudius saw her end. It came not even as a surprise. She didn't have the moment to fully register what occurred before she found herself in an empty dark space. Life lost, time spent. All from a fire that had not even touched her. But she knew very well that it was magic. Something she wished to have and strived for to have. Yet it seemed that none of it would matter now. Nudius was well aware of what the color around meant, of the odd situation, of the unfeeling state of her being. It was death and that was it. She didn't have to worry or dream further. Although there wasn't what she truly wanted in what death to her is, but at least, Nudius was comforted to what she believed death is. Rest. But little did she know there's something more than that empty space. It wasn't only the promise of rest, but was also more than she could ever hope for. Another chance at life. Another chance to dream. ***Tags are there just in case. You never know! Umm... HI-MI-TSU. Story blurb+: This is slow burn, quite slice of life story about a girl learning magic. All the while as she fatten herself up. So yeah, progression fantasy. But there's Litrpg! Numbers! Magic! Spells! And of course! There's something more. But read on ahead, please. Oh yes. Plot! There is, too. Disclaimer: The cover isn't made by me. Just layered it with a text. I got it from a free website, if I correctly recall. I'll see to it. (Haven't worked on it.)
8 153Curse of the Reaper
The Void, mother of all that was, created two sons, Order and Chaos, to bring substance to her. A war will be sparked off between the twins that will, in the end, consume their mother. Out of the ashes of her corpse, the third and final Plane, that of physical existence would be born. Here they would wage a war that would span eons and worlds, until it would finally fall upon a seemingly insignificant planet. Bearing the name of its immortal caregiver, the Grim, Order fashioned him to defend this bastion of life from the hands of Chaos. His brother would play on the infant immortals fear of annihilation, and tempt him into the sacrilegious act of mating with mortals. When Order scrambles to try to right the injustice and preserve the balance, it is thought that all is well, but sins will always come back to haunt the Father. Now it will be up to another of his sons, many millennia down the road, to answer for his Fathers wrongs, as the race for the Throne of the Underworld begins in Book One of The World of Grim.
8 199Perfect Wish
If you are granted your perfect wish which was a RPG like system with the power to live in fiction worlds. How would you live? Would you become a hero and slay dragons and demons or would you become the villain and take the worlds for yourself. Or maybe, you just go for a life a bit more peaceful than that. Disclaimer: I don't own existing worlds or characters.
8 238I am a Bug
Reincarnation is a roll of the dice, naturally some people get better prizes than others. This story is about someone who is making the best of a bad situation. he doesn't get to be a human or a dragon, he gets to be a bug. even a slime would be better than that. Let's hope he gets to be a special bug.
8 76Reincarnated as a noble
Daniel Roberts is a normal 16 year old until he gets rejected by his crush. He is so upset that he doesn't notice the store he's walking into is getting robbed. He gets shot and reincarnated. Will his life as a noble's son be any better than his last life? Will the he survive the brewing storm?
8 118BLIND LOVE ✔{Completed}
||❤COMPLETED❤||This is my first fic.I apologize in advance for any inaccuracies.✖This fic is written with only imagination✖[♥Taɛҡօօҡ Yօօռʍɨռ Naʍʝɨռ J-ɦօքɛ♥]~~~~~~~THANKS❤~~~~~~~
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