Novel & Cerita One Piece King Of The World

"I will wait for that to happen, Star Gazer Venus. I am aware that the news about me wrecking havoc in this planet has already reached the other planet's kings. But I don't really care at all, as a matter of fact, once I win against all the kings of all the planets, they would surely kneel down before me... even that Celestial Spirit King!" "No King Abaddon, there are more than planets in the entire universe than you could imagine. Even when you considered yourself powerful, there is no way you could beat all the kings in the entire universe!" said King Solomon. "Besides, King Bartholomeo and his son Prince Arthur would surely participate in the battle because we are fighting a common enemy!

Foster swiftly shutters all the windows, leaving the old infirmary in almost darkness, just as Professor McLaren went beside me. “Are you sure you’re telling the truth?” He asked, but it sounded more like a threat. “Yes, I am. What do you even mean?” I asked, but he didn't answer again. Instead, he let a heavy sigh before looking at me. “You’re not in your world, Blaire. You’re here in Olympus, a world where powers exist.” He seriously said, making it sound like the truth. “You’re crazy,” I unbelievably muttered. “I’m getting out of here.”

EPISODE THIRTY TWO THEME: Unstable condition MERWORLD IN THE THRONE HALL Abijam the Sea wizard sat in front of the king's throne as he worked his magic under the sea. "Is it working?" Oceanus asked when the sea wizard opened his eyes. "Yes your majesty." Abijam bowed. "What's going to happen to her in that world?" Oceanus questioned with a worried look on his face. "She would be weak." Abijam answered.

Dante being my number two and good fighter would naturally come with me. "They will only allow two wolves in and the king has taken personal offence." I rolled my eyes "He wants the works. The king has been itching for a battle to prove his power for a while." "Will it come to that?" Dante asked, sitting up properly and looking concerned. The Kingdom had not known battle for a long time, other than a few rouge fights here and there. The rouges refused to be under anyone's rule and were largely disorganised, making for short and easy battles. The official werewolf packs had all fallen into line under the King decades ago. Getting to a battle with a proper pack meant war. Everyone would

Miaka’s P.O.V I was crowned when I was two years old. Not because I was the intended King, but because my adoptive family had to protect me. They knew I was a hybrid. And hybrids were the enemy. Eons ago, there used to be just one world, one dimension. Different creatures lived together in harmony. It’s not that there weren’t wars, there were, but that was considered the natural order of things. Wars over territory kept the population of the supernatural in check; making sure that no one species ever dominated the world.

Chris screamed after so many minutes of silence and lightning flashed followed by a boisterous thunder. "THERE IS A NEED FOR A NEW KING FOR THE KINGDOM OF THE DARK GREAT ONE AND ALL POWER HAS BEEN BESTOWED ON YOU TO RULE" the king of the spirits of victory mumbled after the last respect session ended. "But the sea kingdom waits for me" Chris grumbled. "IT IS LEFT FOR YOU TO DECIDE GREAT ONE" the king uttered and vanished. "Let's all head back to my home and I'll decide my next step," Chris said and without second thoughts they all agreed, joined their hands together, and vanished.

Then, crossing his legs and leaning his head on his hand, he looks at me and laughs. “Rose… Sorry Queen Rose, do I need to remind you I’m the owner of all this land? I’m the king,” Nikolas spats. Anger rising, I snap. “YOU ARE NO KING!” I yelled, slapping him in the face. Standing up abruptly and grabbing me from my arm, Nikolas yells, “BUT I’M YOUR KING!”

I let out a sharp whimper, curling into myself, but a hand fisted in my hair and yanked my head back. “Look at the King,” a guard hissed. My blurred vision slowly cleared and my eyes collided with a pair of dark, blue eyes across the room. He was seated on a throne that looked like it was meant for the devil. I looked at his face and chills shot down my spine when I finally recognized him. It was The Lycan King, Alpha Zenith. What could I have possibly done wrong to be thrown in front of the King, known for being incredibly cruel and ruthless?

Panic cut through the haze of heat. Arthur stumbled backward, his right hand flying instantly to the hilt of the ceremonial sword at his hip. His fingers fumbled against the leather grip. "Stay back," he rasped, his voice raw. He tried to draw the blade, but his wrist was weak, the steel catching in the scabbard with an uncoordinated, metallic screech. "I am your King, Malakor. Step back."

His twin brother 'Landon' grew to be as powerful as his father Rosewell. On the other hand, the Prophets had finished repairing Albus' reconstruction device but were still yet to receive him. They had eliminated the old king of Nihon who poked his nose too deep into their business and succeeded in putting a younger, more naïve and much more controllable king. That king was called 'Endo'. Now, they could operate even in the open as long as they had control over the king's movement and as long as they were the ones telling him what to do.