When the gods are gone, what good are the efforts of mortals to stem the march of decay?

Remake de ma première fiction du Dieu Originel. Incorporant les cinquième, sixième et septième générations, quelques changements se feront voir, déjà sous le fond et la forme. L'histoire elle aussi sera alors plus travaillée pour emmener à quelque chose de plus plaisant. Suivez alors les aventures de Ryusuke, lycéen qui sauve un jour une Tarsal d'une attaque de Dardargnans.

Tyler isn't ready to be alone—not that the Catchers care. After they take his family away in their balls, going after them seems like the only choice the eevee has left—never mind that Johto is a big place. Or that he's scared of evolving. Or that everyone knows pokemon taken by Catchers don't come back. He has to at least try—that's what family does.

A former human, now an amnesic Cubone, finds himself in a world infested with demented creatures that ravage the land like a wildfire. He teams up with a Zorua, where they seek a way to end the madness. However, they soon find that perhaps it was better not to become involved with the creatures. Contains gore, disturbing imagery, and dark themes.

"The memories are starting to push their way back to the forefront, and even though you fight back against them, you're powerless to stop them from crashing down around you and sweeping you away…" The aftermath of Epsilon (second person POV). Based on the fangame Pokemon Uranium. *Spoiler alert for Gym 3/Bealbeach City/Epsilon sidequest*

Second tome du mousquetaire divin. Après les attaques des mousquetaires mais aussi la découverte de la marque d'Arceus sur la poitrine de Melgana, Soklar et elle doivent maintenant vivre comme des fugitifs, poursuivis par les soldats du royaume ainsi que les mousquetaires. Tout ce qui composait leur existence auparavant n'existe plus dorénavant.

In a region without trainers or gangs, the tides of hate and blood continue to recede. Kala the Ampharos, former war commander of the East Side gang, is living an almost normal life, but her friend Umbra isn't. She soon finds that getting to know him isn't as simple as she thought, and the life of a war survivor is a lonely one…

Un adolescent du nom de Téo reçoit son premier pokémon avant de partir à l'aventure. Néanmoins, sur son chemin, il rencontrera la route de Bel. Est-ce que ces deux adolescent peuvent cohabiter dans leurs aventures ? Est-ce que leurs aventures peuvent se croiser ? Et si tout cela était bien plus lourd de sens que l'on le croit ?

When you've spent your entire life fighting on your trainer's team, how do you continue your life fighting in the wild? One Drought Ninetails will have to find the answer to that question. Luckily she won't have to find it alone; a few mistakes leads her to meeting, and fighting side by side with, an experienced wild Absol. But the wild is quite dangerous without your trainer...

Quand un adolescent récupère par erreur une arme ténébreuse pendant un combat contre des pokémon maléfiques, il ne s'attendait pas à ce que lui et sa soeur voient leurs vies changées à jamais.

A puppet thrown away with the rest of the trash. A cursed ghost that seeks revenge. The ballad of Banette

Mystery Dungeon oneshot. They all ignored the dull, low paying E Ranked missions. Even when a pokémon needed rescue the most...

Aww, how sweet! It's a lullaby poem that I suppose some mommies would tell their whiny brats when it's bedtime. Written on a total whim, it's just a cute little poem I hope some people will enjoy