Blackbeard's Devil Fruits Novels & Stories

As they walked deeper into the swamps, Chaos also discovered many types of fishes, some were smaller than others, mostly not really fierce, but some were quite fierce, and even aggressive, such as the Necrotic Barracuda, a giant four-meter-long Barracuda with sharp fangs that managed to inflict a tiny wound on Chaos hand, but because he let it do so, as he was using his hand as a bait. He found these Barracudas flavor to be rather strong, and when he roasted them using Pyrokinesis and added salt, the flavors went wonderfully and it ended as an excellent meal, with some other things at the side, Chaos could see that this Barracuda meat could become one of his favorite dishes…

and not to think of someone who's unworthy, like that dog! When we arrived at the Town of Blackville, the noisy surrounding immediately greeted me. The town of Blackville is full of witches, sorcerers, and wizards. In short, this is a town where different creatures gather. And no one wanted to mess up with these kind of creatures or they'll be cursed to death. This is my second time here, and just like how my first day went back then, the creatures immediately throw their heads at me before they murmured. "Mortal. She's a mortal. A human being."

They will do anything to get to keep their mates for themselves. But I won't leave my family for any man. The brown one completely shifts his behavior now. He starts gently licking my wound, poking me with his nose, but I'm not having this shit. I growl, my lips baring sharp canines, ordering him to step the hell away from me. He seems not to care at all ant pokes me with his nose again. Like hell I am coming with you, stupid mutt. Seeing my stubbornness, he steps back and shifts to his human form. He is tall, really tall, with ivory hair and icy, wild eyes. A viking, my first thought was. ''Shift'' he orders me with a strange accent. No emotion in his voice.

What the hell was going on with this bronze-colored broken axe in front of him? The white-faced Jade Devil was stunned. The other three people were also shocked to see this scene and suddenly froze on the spot. They were all top masters, so how could they not be familiar with each other? The White-Faced Jade Devil's ten fingernails were equivalent to ten purple-gold daggers, which could kill people, but... However, at this moment, Samuel suddenly looked back at the three people and said coldly, "Aren't you going to go up? Why did you stop?"

Yman's body was enveloped by black mana as he was slowly pushing his body to get up. The Noble Rat wondered if this person just playing dead a moment ago. Never did the Noble Rat expected for this human to hide such a card up his sleeves. He was dying just a moment ago, but now, his body had something weird on it. The current Yman has ears the same as the Noble Rat but it colored like black smoke. His hands have black long nails but the sizes and forms were the same as that of the Noble Rat and his eyes had turned red, but in this state, his vision was unhindered in this dark surroundings. He even has a black tail grown on its back the same as the Noble rat.

“You are mine, Devil Emperor Finn.” A fragment of pure halo light bloomed from her palm and sank into his heart. Finn slid his hand around her waist, pulling her close. “I am only yours, Heavenly Empress Vivica,” he whispered, accepting her light as he placed a beautiful black crown upon her head, the crown of the Empress of Hell. Their lips met in a deep, passionate kiss as white and black petals rained down from above, showering them in a storm of light and shadow. Cheers and applause erupted throughout the venue.

the merman named Caspian Shore shouted in refutation, lunging to snatch Victoria from his grasp. Mother stood there, dumbfounded. She was unable to figure out how things had turned out this way. Victoria was already weak from lack of proper sustenance and had now completely lost her ability to think clearly. All three beastmen glared menacingly, demanding she give them an answer, but anything she said now would be wrong. In her panic, Victoria said hastily, "I only considered you friends." "Friends?" All three beastmen's expressions changed. "Didn't you say before that you'd only ever have feelings for me in this lifetime?"

The clearing glowed with the twinkling fairy lights that adorned every tree, and the torches that had been lit along the path to illuminate the participants' way. Brand stood in front of the Yggdrasil feeling like his throat was being constricted by a stiff collar rather than a soft tunic. He wore a bearskin over one shoulder to symbolize strength and protection. He was also glad of its warmth as the first snows had started to fall just in the last week. He huffed as Brodi clapped him on the shoulder. "Nervous yet?" he asked with a smile, adjusting the leather hauberk that held his broadsword across his back and the belt at his waist where the sheath for his ceremonial dagger rested.

That was when I realized those eyes weren’t Knight’s, so it was his beast all along. “I can accept anyone calling me that,” he continued. “But my mate… my future Luna… will call me by my name. Only my name.” He leaned toward my neck, lips brushing the skin lightly, making my breath shatter. “Or,” he whispered, “you can give me a daring name to claim me with.” “There is no difference between a beast and a monster,” I muttered. His grip tightened dangerously. “Do not provoke me.” Taking in a deep breath and at the same time desperate to break the moment, I blurted, “But a beast needs a real name. Like Knight has his. What’s yours?”

I barely had time to raise the Blade of the Unwritten to block the blow. The impact was deafening. The sound of our blades meeting wasn't a metallic clang; it was the sound of a scream. A shockwave of black and gold energy exploded from the point of contact, shattering the glass jars on the walls and sending thousands of tiny souls flying into the dark. I was thrown backward, my feet skidding across the obsidian floor. My arms were shaking from the sheer power of his strike. This wasn't the Rowan who protected me. This was the **Inverted Beast**—a creature made of pure hate and Elders' rot.