Pokémon Blaze Online's Halloween Art Contest 2025

[Zapdoss]

Zapdos: The Possessed Storm

High above the mountains where lightning never sleeps, the legendary Zapdos ruled the skies. Its golden feathers shimmered with raw electricity, each flap of its wings shaking the clouds themselves.

But one night, the storm went silent.
Something cold — something unnatural — tore through the air.

From a rip in space stepped Mewtwo, his body wrapped in a dark, pulsing aura. His eyes glowed with a sinister violet light as his voice echoed directly inside Zapdos’s mind.

“You shine too brightly, storm bird. Let’s see what happens when your thunder meets my shadow.”

Before Zapdos could react, waves of psychic energy crashed into him. The storm itself seemed to scream as darkness wrapped around his body. His wings faltered, and that golden light turned wild — flickering between crackling lightning and twisted, black energy.

For a moment, it looked like the demon had won.
But deep inside, something refused to die.

Even possessed, Zapdos’s core — the heart of the storm — still raged. Bolts of pure thunder burst from his body, tearing through the clouds with 250,000 volts of fury. The ground split beneath him as his cry echoed across the sky, half agony, half defiance.

Mewtwo’s power pressed harder, but the storm pushed back. And then—
A blinding flash split the heavens apart.

When the light cleared, Zapdos stood reborn — his aura burning like a living storm, electricity dancing across his feathers. The demonic power hadn’t disappeared… it had been tamed.

Now, he was more than a legend.
He was the Possessed Storm, a creature of thunder and darkness bound together — neither shadow nor light.

And somewhere above the clouds, the world trembled as his wings beat again.

 

[Ash0Ketchup]

I present to you Gengar with the Flying Dutchman skin!
His skin represents the ghost ship, while his clothes and aura carry the essence of the legendary Dutchman.

 

[Killswell]

In a quiet, tucked-away village, there lived an old doctor and his faithful Hypno companion. For many years, their skill and compassion kept the villagers in good health and high spirits. Hypno had learned much from his mentor, becoming an assistant like no other. His gift for soothing even the most restless patients made him indispensable to their work.

The doctor’s small clinic was always busy, but one morning, when he and Hypno opened their doors to find a line of people barely able to stand, they knew something was terribly wrong.

A virulent plague had swept into the village. An unseen sickness that struck both humans and Pokémon alike. It was unlike anything they had encountered before. The pair worked tirelessly to contain it, but their remedies failed, and day by day the death toll rose. Friends, families, and lifelong partner Pokémon fell to the illness, until few remained. Even healers, it seemed, could not escape the diseases they sought to cure.

When the old doctor himself grew ill, he used what little strength he had left to prepare Hypno for what was to come. He crafted a mask he believed would shield his companion from the plague, fastening it carefully over Hypno’s face. Around Hypno’s waist, he tied a belt filled with herbs and potions. His final attempt to protect the one who had never left his side.

They sat together in silence as the night deepened, until the doctor’s breathing slowed… and stopped.

Stricken with grief, Hypno lit a lantern and vanished into the darkness.

To this day, travelers whisper of a masked figure wandering the roads between forgotten towns. They say that when the sick or injured fall into a sudden, dreamless sleep, they sometimes awaken healed. Finding only a faint scent of herbs in the air, and the dim flicker of a lantern fading into the mist.

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This was the story of the old doctor and his faithful Hypno. Hope you all enjoyed the read

 

[Delques]

A Flygon raised in hellfire grows devilish wings and curved horns. Its crimson hue alludes to its powerful new abilities, control over the earth that is now amplified by fire and brimstone.

 

[vision]

On an ominous Halloween night, a bewitching Oni spirit took over a sleeping Kingambit's body.
Driven by its maddening blood thirst, he cut down his own army of Pawniards and Bisharps.

Upon hearing an ongoing massacre of the kingambit in that dreadful night,
a rival gang of Weaviles also ambushed the lone kingambit, hoping to exploit his apparent exhaustion evident from low gurgling, heavy breaths.
Tragically, they quickly fell victim to his nether-worldly brute strength.
After the kingambit sated his bloodlust, he also took up those Weavile claws on his hands, and continued his bloodthirsty rampage.

As the kingambit scoured the mountains and forest, he encountered a family of infamous white tigers
with towering, upright physiques and with intensely burning, fiery belts on their waists.
He slashed them down and took their eyes and hide as a trophy.

Finally, the rumor of a mysterious ronin with bloody swords and claws, and a white tiger cloak reached the terrifying Ogre's ears.
The Ogre gleefully confronted this new Oni because there cannot be two Oni to rule the same mountains.
Unfortunately, it failed to realize the full extent of this new murderous Oni's power, and the Ogre was slain.

The Kingambit took the Ogre's mask and legendary kanabo as his trophy. The entire mountain range and villages tremble under his reign of terror.
But his bloodlust campaign has only just begun.

 

[ShadowKuro69]

When Pikachu went for trick or treat on Halloween, on the way he accidentally fell onto a pumpkin

ShadowKuro69

 

[Kupo]

After almost a decade without doing any hand drawn artwork, this was my best attempt..
stole the concept of Halloween "forms" and referenced Kong X Godzilla hope you like it!

The Clash of Titans
From the depths rose Nidoking, known as “Godzilla” — a towering beast of pure strength whose every step shattered stone. His emergence awakened Nidoqueen, once his mate, now a cybernetic animistic weapon armed with poisonous claws and toxic fumes. What began as recognition turned into chaos — nature’s raw power against engineered venom. Their battle tore through Rockshore City, a tragic war between muscle and machine.

 

[Turbz]

When a ditto is born on Halloween, it is born into a curse of being grey and if a trainer doesn't catch it before the night is over.... well... it dies.
Thor's hammer to bonk Chamuda (almost forgot about the competition)