Black Beard One Piece Novels & Stories

The name Beast of the West itself didn't inspire many positive features. I didn't expect a male so godly handsome that it took my breath away. No, he was like some dark twin of the Moon Goddess. His hair was as black as the sand on the beach, just above shoulder-length, half of it pulled back, bristles shaved in clean lines above and below his severe jawline, brows and lashes dark and dense. His upper lip was peeled back over white teeth, half-shifting his canines to be longer and thicker like his wolf form's.

Whatever happened, I would not die with my swords at my sides, having not tried to cover them in someone's blood first. Balor had chosen a formidable looking bloke for his vessel- as tall as my father and with a broader frame, his skin a solid patchwork of tattoos and blackened scarrifications. There was no hair on the top of his head but he had a glossy black beard adorned with plaits and beads. He was garbed in a dark leather gambeson and a thick canvas greatcoat beaded with seawater, Despite the tremendous boots he strode so purposefully in, his feet fell lightly on the wooden floor.

In the next second, the fire dragon dissipated and the giant Soul Sword collided with the ax. “No!” shouted the bearded man, and he began to frantically retreat, but the Soul Sword was like a leech attached to skin. After hitting the mountain ax, it instantly turned into a cloud of black energy and wrapped itself around the bearded man’s right hand. The pain was like being stabbed with a thousand needles causing the bearded man to scream miserably. He let go of the mountain-breaking ax, and it fell to the ground with a thud. The bearded man’s eyes widened in disbelief. The constant tingling from his right hand reminded him that he was no match for Fane at all which he found unacceptable!

said Vulcan as he rushed to Anala with a jog. Vulcan's red hair, which was spiky and slightly longish, stood out when exposed to sunlight. His bright red irises looked like embers. His stern jaw and broad eyebrows conveyed the masculine Vulcan good looks. The Vulcan beard looked a short stubble style. His tall and muscular body was clearly printed on the sleeveless shirt he wore. A few buttons were left open so that his broad, stocky chest glistened with sweat. He wore denim trousers and boots. At first glance, Vulcan looked big and domineering, but his facial expression looked friendly.

Israfel knocked on the door and told the captain from outside. The door opened in a sudden and the pirate who knocked the door startled. Captain Black Beard was very prepared with his black beard well comb, his hair style down leashed, his brown shoes, captain pirate black war robe, and his proud weapon attached on his pants belt. He is obviously ready to attack with an outfit for he believes that it will be special day to kill the prophet. He goes to the ship together with his pirates, Lord Daemon and his disciples. The prisoners were left in the dungeon guarded and the outside of the palace and village were also guarded. After all the needed weapons were packed up, they immediately fly out

Sir Kop invited him in. Matthew let the door slowly close behind him automatically once he was inside. He examined the appearances of his could-be teammates for this quest. One man had red hair that was neatly combed back with a few strands hanging on his forehead. He wore a red gi with a golden dragon printed on his left chest and on his back. His eyes were grey behind a pair of glasses. The other man had curly black hair on his dome. He also had a mustache that slightly covered his lips and a square jawline. He only wore a casual shirt under a suit of armour on his torso.

the bald man complained to the burly bearded man next to him. The burly man had his arms exposed and was wearing a suit of armor on his upper body that revealed his sturdy physique. With his small eyes, he glared at Philip and Fennel viciously, and roared, “Are you the ones who beat my buddy up? You brats, stand up and fight with me!” Philip raised his eyebrows, glanced at the bald man, and said with a smile, “Oh, have you recovered from your injuries already? It looks like the beating yesterday wasn’t enough.”

Bab2 Some of the men in black, carrying wood, to beat Jeremy. Jeremy Mose kept trying to dodge, even though in truth, he could have fought him. "Stop it!" shouted the pot-bellied man, in sunglasses and a hat he was wearing. His appearance was so quirky, like a head thug. "Don Lee," Jeremy whispered. The man in black, who was five in number, stopped. When looking behind the old man, there were two people, holding firearms in their hands, and aiming at the five of them.

The rest of it was all polished wood. "Do me a favour…" Dane rasped and I directed my gaze at him. He was taking off his cloak and I stared in anticipation. He jerked off the cloak, the inner shirt, exposing his long muscular body inked with a drawing of a vicious-looking half-man half-beast. He shook out his rich, full hair, letting it fall over his impossibly broad shoulders. When his hands went to the waistband of his trousers, I fucking stared with my mouth slightly parted. There was no way in hell I was missing this part. "Saraya…." Dane called and I raised my widened gaze to meet his. His eyes were dark and intense.