Kyros One Piece Novels & Stories

A male's cock sheath is his only vulnerability in dragon form. From the corner of my eye, I see Henry running and leaping over burning bodies. With a large club in his hands, he launches from the stairway and somehow manages to land on Drakon's back. It's my chance. Drakon spins and tries to dislodge him. I charge in low and avoid his tail. My forward momentum allows me to slide the last few feet to try to get under him.

He tried not to notice. Tried not to think about the conversation they had shared that morning in the training courtyard. I saw something familiar. Darkness. The words lingered in his thoughts far more than they should have. A voice broke through the murmuring court. “Your Majesty.” A tall demon stepped forward from the gathered nobles. His armor gleamed dark red beneath the torchlight, etched with the sigil of the southern legions. General Kharvek. Adrian recognized him immediately. Kharvek bowed low before the throne.

His gun skitters across the floor, out of reach. The doorway fills with men. Black tactical gear. Gas masks. Reaper patches. And leading them, stepping over the debris with his cane... Kyros. He looks at Drakon, slumped against the wall. He looks at me, lying in a pool of blood and sweat. He looks at the crying infant in Dr. Vane's hands. Kyros smiles. "Perfect timing," he says.

I cupped it and brought it to my mouth, drinking greedily. The cold burned as it slid down my throat, my body recoiling at first, then slowly accepting it. I drank again, and again, until the shaking eased just a little and my breaths no longer came in sharp, panicked gasps. “My name is Kyros,” the voice said. I froze mid-swallow. My hands trembled as I lowered them back into the stream. “How…” I swallowed hard. “How are you in my head?” There was no mockery in his response. No impatience. Just calm certainty.

The corners of my mouth were actually bleeding, and my hair was disheveled until the water helped tame it. I grabbed a comb and gathered my hair into a bun, applying heavy makeup with dark lipstick. Normally, I dislike heavy makeup, but I needed to hide my exhaustion and the marks Dragon had left on my neck. I went to my wardrobe to put on my white dress, specifically chosen for today. It was embroidered with a sun symbol, and beneath it was my name, Ginny. The dress was knee-length, with a cut in the chest area that accentuated my curves and tapered slightly at the thigh. I smiled with satisfaction and tied a simple scarf around my neck, ensuring that Dragon's marks were completely hidden.

“We. All of us. The old ones. The pieces you didn’t keep.” I didn’t like the way Keiral drew a breath. “He’s hosting,” she said softly. “Something that doesn’t belong to him.” “Honshu,” I said. “Fragment,” Keiral said. “A shard. Not a full beast. A piece.” Krav swore, a word that sounded older than the Tower. He took one more step, close enough I thought he was going to grab the kid. He didn’t. He bent a little, level with Tio’s eyes.

He opens the door and steps out, but just as he closes it behind him, Driviar calls him, causing him to stop. "Come sit," he says, and Kyros does as instructed. He sits in front of him before telling him to open his hand, and Kyros again does as instructed. Driviar places the strand of hair in Kyros's palm and closes his hand before telling him to close his eyes and repeat the incantation after him. Kyros does, but just as Driviar starts with the incantation, a gasp escapes Kyros, his eyes wide as though he's just seen a ghost, and the strand of hair slips out of his hand.

A nifty spell of his known as spatial displacement, which enabled him to advent anywhere across the globe as long as it has a beacon. Kyo's particles would reconstruct several meters away from the beam of light. The wind blowing away the cloak he wore revealing his appearance. Kyo has a height of 5'4, and is heavily built, he wears a white priest robe which has a hoodie that conceals his hair and has a pair of jade eyes.

Quickly the coachman got out and rushed to open the door, the door creaked and the first to come out was a man, King Kyros. The king wore a blue and black farset, around the waist he had the belt with the sword, the golden crown with blue and red gems was resting on the head; Kyros had golden hair with some gray shades due to age, a clear and beardless face, hard features and bright green eyes that looked like two emeralds, although they were vacuous and did not convey any emotion. Not serenity or joy or cheerfulness. Nothing. Just a black hole reflecting light.

“I’m going to change that. I’m going to take the throne and show this imposter you call your personal maiden that she is to bow to me and not you.” “Is this about dear old Samantha?” Ryu’s flame kindled, his sinister aura growing more and more per second. I could tell from his aura that he had a strong Ki, but I still couldn’t figure out if he was an elemental wolf or a sword bearer like me and Kyle. Ryu appeared before me in a flash, flames surrounding him as his claws emerged. I could feel the heat of each claw, hot enough to cleave diamond without a single trace of splitting. “Do you think I’d cower up?” Kyle growled.