Black Beard One Piece Novels & Stories

He pointed at two pictures; I picked them up. The first one was a faded picture of a man in all black and a black cap. His face was blurry, as his hands were on his nose like was cleaning his face, while his other hand was holding a black bag. It was hard to make out his face, but his dark brown eyes and his full beard were hard to miss, and a distinct lizard tattoo.

I commanded harshly. He wore charcoal formal pants, a matching dressed shirt with a couple buttons undone. His dark blonde hair was sleeked back, polished in his appearance despite the chaos. A matching beard that was perfectly trimmed while his built resembled a Viking. He appeared to be in his late thirties, prominent lines upon his forehead yet he looked completely at ease. My brows furrowed, he was confident in the face of the King. Which only meant one thing, he was the leader of The Rebel’s Creed – Bjorn.

Both men comply. The first one is older—broad-shouldered and solid, with more grey than brown in his hair. His beard is neatly trimmed, but there’s something rugged about him that grooming can’t polish away. He wears a faded, greyish shirt that clings to a powerful frame, the sleeves rolled up to reveal two thick, jagged scars—one running down each arm from under the sleeve to just above the elbow. They’re not clean slashes. Whatever tore into him left behind something ragged and cruel.

Holyyyy fuck! The one at the front is dressed in black loose suit trousers, with a loose matching black shirt that is recklessly unbuttoned, showing a part of his upper torso. He had raven hair that is well-trimmed to the root, leaving only imaginative strands that gave him a samurai look. He is very tall and his powerful muscles visible through the light-woven shirts, and has me gulping loud. The other, look slimmer, yet you can tell he had hard muscles like the other man, even if well hidden beneath the ash Jalamia he is donning. His eyes were bluer and from the quirk of his lips, you will know he is devilish.

His dark hair flopped in his eyes, giving him a boyish vibe that clashed with his sexy short beard and the tattoos crawling up his neck, disappearing into the sharp stubble. He was wearing a black button down with the sleeves rolled up, exposing his muscular forearms. Not that his biceps weren’t threatening to bust through his sleeves too. He was my brother’s second in command of our pack warriors, making him a fierce fighter in his own right, and he definitely looked the part. I needed to get through this date and get away from him quickly before I did something we’d both regret.

It took me a second to realize I had in fact walked into a wet man. My eyes slowly traveled up his body. His muscles were perfectly shaped. A towel hung low around his waist showing off his Adonis belt and packed chest of muscle. He had scars that resembled claw marks going across his right peck. Tattoos cascading down one of his arms and down both legs. His brown hair was long on top and faded on the sides. His beard was barely grown in. His gray eyes sparkled. I couldn’t help but be in awe of the Greek god standing before me.

Shoes, bags, and phones lay scattered across the floor. No bodies. A man stood on a raised platform at the centre. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Long dark coat. A scar crossed one side of his mouth. He held a curved blade in each hand. His eyes were not red. They were amber. Wolf eyes. Raiken stopped. The stranger smiled. “Tide King.” Hayate entered behind us, blade ready. “Daigo Blackthorn.” The name changed the air. Daigo looked at him. “Still serving crowns?”

(Duke Merrica) Duke Merrica finally comes in, bringing 2 middle-aged men with him. Noel Strong was a big muscular man, the main features of him was his wooden leg and his magnificent red beard, kinda look like a pirate, seeing how he bring himself, I know this man has his fair share on the battlefield. The second middle-aged man was Baron Kadina Del Nortom, he was a fairly normal good looking gentleman with a Curly mustache and wearing a penguin black suit. Both of them bow slightly towards me, following Duke.

A dark brooding figure sat at the chair of the throne room. He was a massive and bulky man with a long black beard and shaggy hair. His face covered in scar and a stitch running for his left ear to his neck. His eyes blazed with pure hatred from the world. His black fur coat is so long that it looked like a black pool of blood. The door to the throne room suddenly opened and in came a couple of beaten up rogues. "Your majesty!"

She believed in her strength, just not enough to take Death on in single combat. The two allies she had were considerably strong in their own rights. Odoroku was a shadowy man with long arms and claws. He was wearing black wrappings all over his body that almost matched his skin. He looked similar to Death, except his face was more pronounced through his dark smoke, with two white eyes peering through. He also had horns sticking out of his head.