Blackbeard 3rd Devil Fruit Novels & Stories

So this is slightly making me cringe. “Let’s just eat before the food gets cold.” He suddenly exclaimed. “Okay. Help me finish this. You bought too many food.” I said and we eat silently. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 3RD PERSON A week from now, huh. Hercules thought as he clean the guns that he have. What is Black Dragon thinking? A duel. Hmm… Are he really that convinced that he will win? Against me? He wish. “Boss.” One of the gang members called him. “Apollo and Bacchus are requesting a video call to talk to you.” He said.

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.

Nevan also grabbed a fruit from the pocket of the pants next to him. The blackish red fruit looks like a shining golden seed. Their eyes were amazed after seeing the fruit that Nevan showed. At that moment, he also handed it to Bellona. “Teeth and swallow!” Nevan command raised a glance. Bellona, ​​who saw that he was still in doubt, looked unsure about what to eat. However, a movement of Felix's hand prompted him to do so. A fleeting nod of the two youths gave a definite conviction.

There it was—an unmistakable outline that sent chills down her spine: a rival pirate vessel, its black flag snapping proudly in the rising wind, a blood-red skull etched into the fabric—a symbol of doom that heralded chaos and violence. The crew reacted as if electrified, a chorus of panic and determination flooding the air around her. “It’s Blackbeard’s ship!” another crew member shouted, eyes wide as fear laced through their voice. The notorious captain was infamous for his ruthless tactics, and the bloodlust that accompanied his crew was legendary. “We’re outnumbered!”

He chuckled and added, “Sounds nice, isn’t it?” My eyes flared in both confusion and shock. My palms grew sweaty as I froze, waiting for his further explanation. But he didn’t. He just adjusted his posture to lean forward, eyeing at me with a meaningful smile. “How’s that possible?” I spluttered. “Oh, of course it’s not that simple. For most werewolves, it’s bless from their goddess without any prices. But for a human,” His voice hardened, “it might be cruel to consummate a marriage with an enemy and bear with his mark.”

A billowing black smoke drifted away. "Immortal Emperor Chu, I will remember today's grudge. When I come back from hell, I will definitely kill you myself." Hadith's voice seemed to come from hell, echoing in the air. The Three-Headed Hellhound and Hadith disappeared at the same time. The surface of the sea returned to normal. There was no trace of the black aura in the air. It had been refined by the purple flames. Lao Hei and the Immortal Master Supreme were speechless. They didn't come to their senses for a long time. "Is this Three-Headed Hellhound here for a joke?"