Gol D Roger Novels & Stories

Pollux walks over to Khai, whose eyes were burning holes into the ground and snaps a finger in front of his face, "Hey, are you even listening?" Khai looks up, "Oh, sorry. You lost me at she's into the perfect guy who also happens to like her back and I never stood a chance in the first place." He ponders, "Wait, are you talking about the silver-haired guy she always hangs out with? The star player of the basketball club?" "Well, yeah. But-" "NAW, MAN. IT'S LIKE QUASIMODO VERSUS PHOEBUS, I DON'T STAND A CHANCE."

POV: GUS The sky is still dark when the anchor cracks. I see it before I hear anything. A thin, sharp column of fractured light shoots up from the east tree line behind Arachne’s property, silent, wrong, like lightning that forgot to make thunder. It splits the air for half a second, then collapses inward on itself like a dying star. I smile. “Status,” I say calmly into the comms. Static. Breathing. Then Jensen’s voice, tight but steady. “Charge placed and triggered. Anchor fractured, not destroyed. We are pulling back. No engagement.”