Black Beard Devil Fruit Novels & Stories

He clicked his fingers and a book bigger than bother of them appeared from nowhere. "This is the special devil fruit", Master Damien joked.

The young Alpha asked his father to come along with him and his mate, for them to show the Black Blade. Once in Accashia’s room, Bathal sat on an empty chair near the door and crossed his legs. The King brought a banana and another odd fruit which Accashia called as moon-berry. A berry that grew from the ashes of the burnt bones of the Shadows, a fruit that became a delicacy. "Where is the black blade you’re talking about?" Bathal asked as he looked around the room.

Benard's torso was inclined, his palms facing sideways and planted firmly on a straw mat, fingers fanned out. This mat had been provided by a high-ranking guard with a black patch around both eyes. Literally, he was a piebald bear demon. A/n: He's a panda shifter (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡ He had just joined the spectating fellows, and he so happened to own a spatial pouch which had been gifted to him by the late demon king.

I didn't like him, but my heart was jumping in excitement and my senses processing the glorious aroma of his scent. I didn't know what it meant; why I was so enraptured by this sinfully handsome devil or why I wanted him so much I wrapped my arms over my sides to keep them from doing something stupid. Like ask him to keep me in his... What was happening? What in the world was wrong with me? As I made the mistake of looking up again to stare at this devil of destruction, I had the urge to beg him to take my soul with him. "A...wolf? You....I...couldn't you be mistaken erhm?"

Levi leans over to my ear to say something. “This must be my little sister and her new boyfriend that I just heard about when I gave her a call the other day.” “Hey son, thanks for inviting us to this special day for you and your new wife.” We all looked to the doorway to see a guy in a three-piece black suit. He was about 6 foot if not taller, he had dark tan skin, dark black hair, and beard, but his eyes were a light icy blue that looked odd with dark appearance. The women next to him was wearing almost nothing in my opinion. It was a white silk looking handkerchief that barely covered her body and especially her breast.

Samoa asked. “A Mythic Level Magical Beast. And one that could easily crush Giant Black Mambas” Frowning Tiger was the one to answer. Village Head Fan furrowed his brows, seemingly reaching the same conclusion. As for the elders, Joe’s father seemed much brighter than his son. He looked enlightened even before Frowning Tiger gave the answer. The other elders quickly caught on.

“That foolish lower life form!!? You have the nerve to compare that garbage to my Supreme Lord!!??” It screamed in anger, its voice changed like the mix of many men and women's voices saying it together with the roar of many beasts. Eyes, claws, tentacles, and fang appear on its body and some human features drip out the black ooze like it can’t maintain its form because of anger. The forest is also trembling. Some of the trees just sprout a dangerous-looking flower that has a fang and mouth that looks like the venus fly trap but instead of a bug, it could devour an entire human body.

One of the ugly head monsters said "The soul nectar will keep drawing all the evil entities towards him, and he won't even survive a fight with them." I told him to "keep your story for the gods." He is an ugly demon with two heads. He was standing beside the one with four hands, a big head, long sharptails, and big bulging muscles. He also has different scars running across his face; his teeth were so rotten that maggots were walking all around his body. His teeth were so brown, and I could guess it was because of the blood that was dripping from them. He was wearing a black glistening bumper, a breastplate, and a sabre in his two hands, while the other two hands were used for describing. W

Nabitawan ko ang kutsilyo at marahang napaatras nang maramdaman ko ang sakit at panghihina. Umangat ang tingin ko sa naglalako ng prutas at naestatwa nang bigla na lamang pumula ang mga mata niya. Black smoke suddenly appeared from his body at nagsimulang magbago ang anyo niya. He was staring at my pulse, as if wanting to devour me. Large ears came out from his head and bones cracking while his skin started to turn dark with black furs. Nagsihulog na ang mga prutas na nilalako at isa-isang nagsimulang magsitakbuhan ang mga tao.

This one on his forehead cuts clean through his eyebrow, before continuing a cruel path under his eye and ending somewhere near his cheekbone. This devil’s jawline is an angular shaped thing that belongs in a geometry textbook. So carved, so prequel in its form. What is his hair? A pattern of black, so sinister in its colour, tied in two braids and left resting somewhere near his neck against skin that’s the colour of sun-baked sand.