Blackbeard From One Piece Novels & Stories

Amore Mio Miller couldn't adapt to this for a moment, she looked over there at the stalled Super Speed ​​Bear, and looked at the One Eye Bear that turned into a corpse lying in a pile, in her head like a tidal wave swept across her head, making her head confused mind. In the end, she was looking at Tadhg Walter, as if in front of her was a giant demon head, stepping on forest remains, behind his was the corpses mountain blood sea, with the characteristics of a war god of death.

My heart flipped as this one information clicked on something deep inside of me… The sign I had been waiting for. Instantly a surge of courage pumped through my veins and I pushed past him and started heading down. “Is the boy here?” I asked as Albert’s excited boots followed loudly behind me. “Yes, Asher and that’s the part you won’t even believe!” I stole a glance at him in confusion, almost risking a step as the rumble in my heart grew stronger. “Who is it?” Albert’s excitement seemed to explode as he clapped his hands. “It’s none other than our very own Bee of course! He is Blade Black!”

But he did not say anything and that she was on her way of doing it. “It was Whitebeard, who whisked you away.” He looked towards the window. “To this human infested place. The weak-minded race of species.” He turned his focus back towards her. “But being human has completed you so, you have a beauty like no other human has. An inner beauty that none could strive for.” Ava could not help it, she started laughing. “Next time I ran into my tormentors, I will have to ask them.” She gave the figure a glare, “But why are you here?”

She isn’t composed anymore. Her mask has broken, and the panic bleeds through. This—whatever she was trying—this was not supposed to happen. The man's head drops forward, blood still on his lips. Gone. I rise slowly, my hand still stained. A one-eyed fiend. It could be anyone, I tell myself. A demon. A sorcerer. A warlock from the eastern provinces. But deep in my bones, I know. There is only one name that fits. Only one man whose face burns behind my eyes. Valen Blackbane.

Anyone can see that I am upset, but no one asks. In the kitchen, I see a familiar face. It is Black Bear, the young man that had defeated Grey Hawk at the shagali. He is alone, sipping from a glass of red wine at the counter. I stare at him for a moment, frozen in my place. Either he does not notice my presence or he just does not wish to acknowledge it.

Still, I couldn't let that stop me. After taking my bath, I changed back into the dress I had been wearing earlier and stepped out of the bathroom. The moment I entered the room, I stopped. The Beast was standing in the middle of it, waiting for me. He had a shirt in his hands, and judging from the way he was holding it out, he had clearly been waiting for me to finish bathing. “I brought this for you because the dress you are wearing is already dirty. You should change into something fresh.” My eyes dropped to the shirt in his hands. He couldn't seriously expect me to wear his shirt.