Harmonious Conversion Chapter 1Harmonious Conversion Chapter 1 by NotMolo
By NotMolo and Belgian
Chapter one: The meeting of devious minds
The castle was illuminated in an orange glow from the setting sun in the West, giving it a warm and welcome feeling as the ponies of Canterlot trotted towards their homes, ready for an enjoyable evening and a good night’s rest. Inside Princess Celestia’s room, however, there was still some activity as Celestia paced around nervously, always looking at the grandfather clock that stood in her room.
There were guards positioned outside of her royal chamber, standing either side of the doors, almost as still as the statues in the corridor. The sound of approaching hooves broke the silence as they echoed throughout the halls. Both of the guards turned their heads slightly to the right, gripping their weapons tightly.
It was a mare that approached the guards, not really looking where she was going as she was far more interested in the architecture of the
Soul of the Machine 3 (April Fools)Soul of the Machine 3 (April Fools) by NotMolo
Chapter Three: The Misinterpretation
Yuri arrived at the bottom of a beautiful and calm waterfall in the middle of a vast meadow; the usual meeting place for him and his team. He sat down on the grassy bank next to a river, stretched and laid back to bask in the warmth of the sun rays. There were Water-Pokemon of many ages and sizes swimming around in the lake and having a relaxing time.
Up above, unbeknownst to the unperturbed rodent, C was flying through the air, looking everywhere all confused as if he had flown into unknown territory.
“Target acquired! Yuri Volten, Pikachu, sixteen years of age, leader of Team Upspark, Harmony Town resident. Warning: watch out for Thunderbolt and Volt Tackle,”
To be continued
Continue Or Scrap: The Fantastic MeowsticContinue Or Scrap: The Fantastic Meowstic by NotMolo
The Fantastic Meowstic
Augen was a male Meowstic and a newcomer to Numen, hailing from the Kalos region. Ever since he was a youthful Espurr, the feline Psychic-Type had always wanted to travel to new places and meet all different types of Pokemon. Augen enjoyed meeting new people because it was always the perfect opportunity for him to show them what he can do. The Meowstic possessed many skills and had various, albeit unusual interests that he simply loved to share with everybody else. He wore a plain red shirt and his eyes had mismatched colouring – one being pink and the other being green.
As he walked down a dirt path and exited a forest, his eyes caught sight of a huge building in the distance. Stricken with a huge sense of curiosity, Augen left the path and ran across the grass towards it. When he got closer, he made out the building to be a prosperous mansion surrounded by a large, spike-tipped fence. The Meowstic approached the gate and looked through th
Chimera Chronicles Darkening Skies Part IIChimera Chronicles Darkening Skies Part II by Mandercloud
The Chimera Chronicles: Kiriban Special!
Darkening Skies Part 2: Catching Rodents
They were late.
It was noon at the Spinda Café in the quaint little village of Tao, and the place was bustling with members of the village’s three main guilds, the Rescuers, Merchants, and Rogues, all looking for a good meal or a quick drink. For one lone Marill with a blue scarf tied to her neck, however, nourishment was the least of her concerns. Sure, her aunt had warned her that she had some business to take care of first, but the absence of Team High Tide was simply inexcusable! Where were they, she thought to herself, was Lazuli so busy with her training that she totally forgot about their lunch meeting?
Just as she was about to leave her table to search for her absent comrades, a most unusual sight crossed in front of her eyes. It was Lazuli, and for some extremely odd reason not only were her eyes closed, but her usual navy blue bandana-only attire had been replaced by
Chimera Chronicles Darkening Skies Part IChimera Chronicles Darkening Skies Part I by Mandercloud
The Chimera Chronicles: Kiriban Special!
Part 1: Lotsomoni, Notsomaids
The morning sun rose over a lavish mansion in the middle of the woods, its luxuriously decorated features as in-your-face rich as its owner. While morning usually brought with it the hopes of a promising new day, little did the owner suspect that he was in for an awakening ruder than the glare coming through the windows of his bedroom.
As he pulled the bed sheets over his head and rolled to the side, one of his small yellow paws stretched out from the sheets to the cupboard by his bed, struggling for a few moments as he blindly searched before finally getting a firm grip of the bell he used to call for bedside service and ringed it three times. With thoughts of a wonderful breakfast in his head, the owner drifted back to the world of slumber and waited for the smell of buttered toast to grace his nostrils. But his breakfast would never come, and in an explosion of pillows and bed shee