ALegendaryStory

One of the most BALLER scenes from the End and The Death Vol III For the second time in this un-hour, a radiating shockwave passes across the mangled realm of Terra. It is not the astronomical exhalation of near divinity that rocked creation when the mantle of the Dark King was rejected. It is more like the blistering flash of a nail bomb. Few notice it. Few are aware. Few are even touched. The Neverborn feel it. They wince, and flinch, and some perish as they are struck, but most are laughing anyway. A death like this is rare and sweet, and must be savoured even if it kills them too. But the Angel’s sons? Every single one of them is caught in the blast. Raldoron’s hearts stop for eight beats. His blood freezes, then ignites. A spasm lashes through him from head to toe, as though he has been cracked like a whip, and he collapses against the black adamantine doors of the Great Atrium, doors that, a moment before, he was trying to claw open. The pain is sudden, and so complete that

Chapter 1: Bath and Dinner Alma wrinkled her nose playfully. "I feel like we’ve been wrestling in a bakery. A very sweaty bakery. Bath. Now." He grinned, sweeping her effortlessly into his arms. She squeaked, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Bossy fox." "You love it," she retorted, nipping his earlobe. The playful nip held an unexpected edge, a firmness that hadn't been there before. It wasn't anger, but a clear boundary drawn in the warm air. The nickname felt wrong now, tainted by the fear and vulnerability of the storage room. She needed Alma here, solid and whole in his arms. Luke paused, meeting her gaze. He saw the seriousness beneath the playful demand. "Got it," he said simply, his voice soft. "Alma." He kissed her forehead, a silent apology and affirmation. "Bath it is." The steam billowed, filling the spacious bathroom with the clean, herbaceous scent of eucalyptus and mint. Luke lowered Alma gently into the deep, sunken tub, the water perfectly warmed by his innate

Have had this idea for years...as I gen 1 er so here is mine Team Necromancer! Dark/Psychic type primary specialists. We are Vengance... We are the Night..We are the lords of death. We seek to empower the soul within the human and pokemon...create fusions...create the perfect warrior essentially deepening the bond. I have already created something that allows me to transform into a pokemon...Neko Neko no mi Model Mewtwo. And of course mega stone candies that allow me to transform into the mega forms at will. I can revert in an out of this form. I am also a powerful Psychic and being born in Viridian I have the rare ability to heal pokemon and read their minds... We seek to create the perfect poke-man. I am also a part type gym leader rotating out with blue However we are against the other's (Rocket, Rainbow, Galactic, Star, Skull, Magma, Aqua), we do not collaborate with this. My team Ace: Darkrai Battle Bond

The dawn beasts have always been a nuisance and no more than that. When their newly self-proclaimed ‘Warmaster’ demanded safe passage for his troops into the Great Kingdom to our north, our King’s emissaries laughed at his face, as they should. Now, I was supposed to bother my troops with some mildly increased piracy, a few symbolic raids on which they would throw some lazy punches before running back to their islands, proclaiming a ‘great victory’ to save their Warmaster’s honor. It could have been worrisome five or six generations back, but by now it was a tired, pointless routine and I was not trying to hide my annoyance in spending the time and coin of my province with such frivolities. When the clerk handed me the message of ships spotted, I finished the report I was halfway through and dispatched a message to a provincial mayor I had already finished in my mind, but not on the paper. One last check on my attire, to make sure I am presentable before the troops, and off to the