Light Admiral One Piece Novels & Stories

Like a second heart. The submarine’s lights die. Riku swears in old Japanese. Aki just whispers, “We’re not alone.” The water around our air bubble ripples. Figures step out of the darkness (translucent, made of water and memory). Storm-priests. Hundreds of them. Eyes empty, mouths open in silent song. They bow as one when they see me. Then they part. A single figure walks forward. Tall. Female. Armor of scale and lightning.

Freya sneered. With a smirk on her lips, her hands thundered together twice. And from the dark corner of the hall emerged three tall figures in black suits. The last of them pulled something behind. Something that came to light with passing seconds. And in a short second, a figure of what was being pulled was in the open. I gasped. My hands flew to my mouth as my eyes widened. “Alpha…Leonardo,” my lips trembled. Shaking my head, this didn’t feel right. What have they done to him? Why did he look lifeless? And how did Vogar get a hold of the beast?

Hearing the soft whispers and the hearts that bares the original doom and salvation of the worlds, HE smiles as HE declares. “The promise maiden, the holder of the truth, light and good. Owner of the dreaming void and a princess of time, Ai Sakura Shinohara.” Bewildered and in frozen from all of the truth and information, her tears fall seeing the two crowns, yet the original them, as HE finishes with the words. “The first Adam, and once a deity in his own accord, chosen by the flame of Leo that holds the seven flames of existence. The prince and her knight, Raiden Cross.”

Around the dragon phantom, an endless sea of attacks ensued. While they appeared fierce, Adrian effortlessly devoured and absorbed them as they neared him. "Rrraaagh!" The dragon phantom churned amid the clouds and mist. Suddenly, the phantom opened its maw and launched a ferocious attack at Adrian. This assault, several times stronger than Adrian's, unleashed a terrifying beam of light that tore through space before crashing heavily onto Adrian. "Mr. Adrian!" Lamar shouted. Without hesitation, Lamar hurled his weapon into the sky, where it exploded and transformed into a beam of light poised to envelop Adrian. However, the beam of light proved unable to withstand the opponent's ferocious at

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

"Hate is too exhausting. But I won't forgive him either. Some things can't be fixed. His suffering is his own penance." "Let him know," I add after a pause. "Let him know I am Queen. Let him know I am happy. It’s the final mercy I’ll give him." --- Three days later. The Moonlight Pack border. Marco arrives at a shack with a newspaper. Domine is in bed, so weak he can barely lift his head. He is a skeleton, his skin translucent. But his eyes are clear. "Macro... what news?" Domine rasps. "Sir," Marco’s voice breaks. "Halen... she has been crowned. She is Queen Halen now."

He let out a small huff, "You owe me more than just that." I looked up quickly, our eyes locked, and suddenly I found myself lying down with him close. "I meant what I said before. I want you to be with me." I tried to wriggle free, "Mr. Lloyd, you can't be serious, please let me go." His eyes looked so sad, and I felt a tear from his eye touch my face. "Wendy, don't you remember me at all?" "Mr. Lloyd, you..." "Just call me Thomas."

The light started fading, turning weaker and weaker. I couldn’t resist looking towards the spot where it had just shone so brightly it almost made me blind. But instead of the light, there was a shadow, a presence. A man. He was tall, so unbearably tall. Falling over his broad shoulders was a beautiful, thick, orange hair. Even in the darkness, the different shades made it look vibrant, like light was actually shining from it. He was wearing a white tunic, which stretched across his broad shoulders and protruding pecs, before it fell loosely around his middle, being tucked into his brown leather pants.

Amelia,was about to cross blades with Morgana, the red-haired first mate of Drago's crew. Amelia, with her kind heart and unmatched skills, stood tall, her eyes flashing with determination. She wore a resolute look as she brandished her gleaming cutlass, the moonlight reflecting off its polished surface. Even in the heart of battle, she held an air of regal grace, a testament to her royal lineage.