One Piece Ashura Novels & Stories

A young man stepped out, assisted by two servants, dressed in embroidered gold brocade and wearing a jeweled circlet. I'd recognize that face anywhere—even if it turned to ash. It was Matthew, my brother, who was supposed to be dead for over a year. The brother I'd given my life to atone for. He was back. Alive. Radiant. Dressed like a true prince of nobility. I hung there in the air, struck dumb as if by a bolt of lightning. My ghost trembled on the verge of unraveling.

''Just what are you---'' The Mahan wasn't able to finish talking because Chaos and Carysse released bombs--the sharp powder named as White Death surrounding and suffocating those around them. ''They split! They went opposite directions!'' The Mahan on the top of the trees were shouting, seeing what just happened but unable to do anything about it. Meanwhile, Chaos and Carysse ran without even bothering to look back at each other because at the back of their minds, they believed in each other. *** “It’s a shame, Ashki of Thalisse. Join with your friends in the afterlife.” Ashki had his head hung low. His shoulders trembled as his face was hidden. Never before had he regretted not discussing t

" Landen ,If Nithra is alive I would have stood alone .As usual my aura ,might be .She is my strength .I lived for her .But ,now I don't have a strength. I am similar to corpse . If her death is an natural one ,I would have been just a wound and after days ,it might have healed. but ,it's not an natural death .It's a painful death .The way ,how I showered her love .Is the same way ,how I break and crushed her into pieces and made her end up with death .I can still ,recall the happy words which she mentioned me and imagined to open up . Exactly,I don't know what happened on that day . But,when I regained my sense back all I knew is I had bullied my Nithra with vulgar words and broken het trus

“Everyone steer!” I heard the powerful roar of someone and instantly knew whom it belonged to. Ashina let out a powerful howl before jumping upon one of the men who had a half human and half animal type body with a tail. His face turned into a green complexion before knocking the two boys who blocked his way. Ashina growled at him before tackling him under her. And their fighting stances started. I saw two teenage girls were leading the group inside while leisurely looking around and producing that unexplainable intense blood curling melody.

‘Not to self: figure out how and why the princess’s eyes change colors. The bell rung, signaling that combat training was over, ‘thank goddess!’ Relief washed over Asher as he successfully survived the class without Inuharu ripping him to shreds. "Hey, are you hungry?" Kir asked casually, as if it was normal for her to invite someone to eat with her moments after her brother had the person in a death grip.

SomethingRurik. With a powerful burst of light, she fell to the ground, her fingers still clutching Rurik's heart. When she dared to open her eyes, she saw snow everywhere, but it wasn't the between-world she'd just been in. Gone were the Barinov ghosts, the shadows, and the storm.

The battle had only just begun, and already a martial god had fallen. Who exactly was this sword-wielding warrior from Holtrien? Asher and the others stared in shock, then their faces lit up with wild joy. Their morale surged instantly, and they launched fierce counterattacks one after another.

I grabbed on its leg with my claws flinging him across the room. By the time I was done with him, he had turned back into his human form, bloodied and breathless. I turned to Daniel who had decapitated his opponent's body parts. There was no saving that one- he was dead already. I moved my sight from Daniel to find Ashina. My heart stopped for a moment and I felt the strength leave my body Ashina was sprawled on the floor, unconscious in a pool of her own blood.

Right after posting it, while I was still reading comments mocking me for putting on a tough front, I saw Immortal Ashes Team’s official account tag me in a post, openly standing by my side. "The crowd follows the herd. The strong walk alone. Those who don’t know how to cherish what they have will lose it. Ash Mercer, we stand with you. IA will always be your strongest backing."

Her pocket sagged with the vial’s weight, that damn glass nagging her, and Ezra’s laugh still rang in her head—his smug ass waving the key like a prize. “Grab something!” Roman shouted, voice torn over the rush, his other hand scrabbling at the wall’s edge, now just a crumbled lip of concrete. The water was winning, surging up her ribs, tugging at her soaked jacket. She gagged on it, tasting mud and salt, her arm screaming where the knife had cut—blood swirling red in the dark churn.