Novelas y relatos de Black Beard One Piece

T-Rex said as they both continue the stare while the tension rise. "I know i can't count on you two," a voice said as the tension between T-Rex and Henshitu-sha reached the point that it seems they will be fighting soon. Over...Overseer," Henshitu-sha stuttered as they both saw a man that has a dignified look on him, the man was wearing a mid era Japanese kimono and has a feminine look on him, he had a black hair but the tip of his hair where a bit purple matching with his eyes that was purplish, he can't be described as being handsome but beautiful .

He grabbed the brass handle, twisted it, and opened the door. He was greeted with the sight of a man with ragged black hair and a wild beard. His left eye was closed shut with a scar over it; his right was blue, pulsing with rage. His tan face was covered in jagged scars as well. For clothing, he wore a set of black leather armor. Kronos stared at him, head cocked to the left slightly. Do I know this one? I feel like I should.

Meanwhile, Zeux by his side was stroking his snow-white beard with evident satisfaction. In the next moment, the middle-aged man transformed, assuming the exact likeness of Zeux, and imitated him, stroking his snow-white beard. Hador pointed at the man and exclaimed, “This…this is unbelievable! I’m amazed. So this is the true power of the Hongrome Hidden Bead?” As soon as the words left his lips, the man bearing Zeux's likeness suddenly faltered, reverting to James’ original appearance and stature. He promptly seated himself in a lotus position on the ground, focusing on regulating his breath.

“Well, lucky for you, we aren’t working for Valdis. We are actually trying to catch the man who stole from you.” “What about the man with the red beard then, is there a reward for him? The blonde guy said there would be if we mentioned him to any others passing through?” Pearl growled, continuing to fight against my hold. We looked at each other. Is this a trap? “What red-bearded man? What were you told?” “Nothing!. He came through a few days before he other man and has the same black leathers as you, except he can’t speak. We assumed he’d escaped Valdis. He went east.”

"Reetee-an? Nonsense. I'm your father!" "What?" The kid looks indignant. Ritian was insulted with his judgemental eyes. "My father has a beard. There. Look at that strong person. He's my Papa." The boy looks proud while pointing a powerful looking man. Big arms and legs in 5 foot 3. He's helping a woman put a load of fish into a sack. Ritian chuckled. "Yeah, well, I hate to break it to you but every men in here has a beard. Except Wenren, Cheel and me."

the diver said looking at the guy through the rare view mirror who was wearing the black glasses along with the clean beard face. "Watanabe Takeshi finally you have been found" the guy smirks

He was that scary. He wore a black top that stretched taut on him, as if trying to accommodate all those solid muscles he was packing, and a pair of black pants that extended to his ankles. His hair was in spikes—like he'd been running his hand through it a lot—barely touching his nape. His beard was what really gave him the caveman look. It was overgrown and covered almost all his lower face.

Dewi Sari Kencana hoped that in the northern harbor there were still people who could run the ship, because Sundapura was now completely empty. "Who is it?" Asura saw someone in black robes standing in the north square. He intercepted the path of Arya Santanu and the others. "In a hurry?" The black-robed man riding the black horse turned to all of them. His face was deathly pale. His skin was pale white. He had two piercings on his lower lip, and four on either side of his nose. "You? Are you the black demon warrior?" Ki Janggan Nayantaka guessed.

By the time he finally pulled, I couldn't breathe properly, his lips were swollen, his eyes boring into that of mine like the beast he is, then a slow smirk curved his mouth. “Your voice…” he murmured, thumb brushing my lower lip. “I love hearing it. I wonder how your moaning will sound in my ear.” I jerked my face away, cheeks burning. “Stop… it.” But it felt like that irritated him, he yanked me back against him, voice dropping to a whisper. “I am not a monster,” he said. “I am a beast.” That was when I realized those eyes weren’t Knight’s, so it was his beast all along.

I spun around to face him fully since I only craned my neck. He was tall with a strong and broad structure. He had long dark hair that passed his shoulders. He had two scars on his face, one on his left brow and the other on the right curve of his chin cutting through his perfectly groomed beard to the bottom of his jaw. He wore a black button down with the top two buttons undone and his sleeves expertly rolled up to his elbows. The skin of his exposed arms and chest were blessed with beautifully intricate tattoos.