One Piece Florian Triangle Novels & Stories

He drew out the daggers again. “You will definitely get what you are asking for Gorgorian!” Florate yelled as green light began to emanate from his being. “Lift off the wall first and let us find out how much of our strength you can really take!” Nex barked. “Of course” he stomped his right foot and the wall appeared, now visible to them and then it finally disappeared. “Now let me figure out how far you Trivenians have gone with the whole mutation bullshit”…

"You are..." "I know," he said, his voice low and shaky. "Florian," I said, covering the distance to gently cup his chest. "What's wrong? What can I do to fix it?" He shook his head, a single tear running down his left cheek. "This isn't your damage." "Florian," I said, my voice laced heavily with worry. He took the flowers from me, and I watched him bury his face in those petals, his eyes closing as he soaked up their essence. When he leaned away, he pulled me into his embrace, his hands wrapped tight around me, his face nuzzled into my neck.

~ Collins pov~ Immediately after the tour,we went to our different homes,I made sure Flora was out of sight before following her. Am tired of all the crap going on,flora and this school.All the student blood especially Flora's makes me want to feast. I am only transferred to this because of what I intend to collect from Flora,just a little if her blood can do wonders. it can improve the strength of any vampires,it can heal a wounded wound. I only need her to transfer some blood to my dad who's heal.

Words flashed through her mind. Disgusting. Unnatural. "Florian," she choked out. "Why are you here?" "So many questions. Aren't you happy to see me?" His smile was just as forced as the last time he'd worn it to hear her rejection of his proposal. "You look spectacular." "You two know each other?" Jasmine asked, excited. "Is Violet the girl you were telling me about?" "She is," Florian replied. "My little petal, I've come to win you back. I know we're meant to be together."

Florian stood in the confined entrance space, his arm over the metal edge of the stall, the expression on his face one of amusement. "Hello, sweetheart. Miss me?" he asked, his eyes immediately falling to the Swiss Army knife. He held out his hand, exhaling. "I just felt sick." "Uh-huh. Planning on slitting your wrists or escaping from the window?" I glanced up, pretending I hadn't noticed. "I wasn't going to do that. Besides, I couldn't fit through the opening." Florian snapped the knife from my hand, pocketing it then taking a step away, beckoning me with a single finger. "You might be an excellent prosecuting attorney, your arguments some of the best in the business, but you are a terribl

By now, I was used to attention, but it still thrilled me in a strange, electric way. Then I saw the triplets. All three. They stood together like shadows of power and perfection, clad in black suits with golden bow ties. My chest tightened. Anger flared immediately, sharp and hot. How did we end up eating the same colour. Ugh. Before I could stew too long, Fenrir approached, looking dashing in a white suit that perfectly contrasted the triplets’ darkness. “You both look amazing,” he said. He offered his hand. Elera nodded eagerly. “Go ahead, Calla,” she whispered.

White cold mist blew from the ground and at all of a sudden, big ice shards rose from the ground behind Kael blocking the way towards the village. “Where do you think you’re going?” Kael said in a low voice. “You will all face me.” Furion narrowed his eyes as he saw Kael’s forehead creating a symbolic mark. In the center of his forehead, a mark of a triangle glowed. Strong wind circled him which made his cloak and his hair flail with the wind. “You said I became weak? You’re wrong...” Kael grabbed his sword. “What is that, sir?” The knight beside Furion asked with a shaky voice.

~O~O~O~ THE power of the Rein Tribe was released by a non-Pure Blood. Faline stood her ground killing every enemy within her reach. She could not allow the enemy army to breakthrough the line. The foot soldiers screamed in terror. The power of the ice craved for more. Faline wanted to extend her range farther. To hear more of those terrified screams and see the frantic beating of their hearts.

Florian's golden eyes gleamed with satisfaction. We drove the rest of the way in companionable silence. When we reached my territory house, Florian stretched languidly as he got out of the car. "Remember our deal," he said. "My pack elder will be in touch about that healing formulation." I nodded, watching as he sauntered away into the darkness, his tall figure soon disappearing from view. Inside my territory house, I kicked off my shoes and collapsed onto my sofa, too tired to even think about dinner. The events of the day washed over me—the severed mate bond with Arthur, selling my former territory house, confronting the Shadowcrests, and now this unexpected alliance with Florian.

Fane's tone was calm, "Are you the only one here? Did Guardio and Jake not come with you?" Fane had gotten a lot of information from Manson. Other than the most important thing, Fane already knew everything else he needed to. He knew that the person standing in front of him was Florian, a holy grade clan disciple ranked at eleventh place. Florian was a proud and arrogant person, someone with more brawn than brains. Hearing Fane's words, Florian's anger surged again. He scoffed, "Brat, who do you think you are? Do you think we need so many to deal with you? You should be proud that I'm here to kill you, and yet you still want the three of us to face you? You're overestimating yourself!"