One Piece Marco Phoenix Novels & Stories

“He’s losing a lot of blood, but if we can get him to a doctor, he might make it.” I knelt beside the man who had been a ghost from Isabella’s past, the man who had just betrayed his new masters. His face was pale with pain and shock. I grabbed the front of his shirt, my face close to his. “Who is the Queen?” I demanded, my voice a low, dangerous growl. “Tell me who you are working for.” Marco looked at me, but his eyes were unfocused, as if he were looking at something far away, in a distant past. He coughed, a spray of blood on his lips. He let out a small, rattling laugh.

“Water or whiskey?” “Whiskey,” Juan said, then walked to the couch but didn’t sit. Marco poured one drink. Just one. Then he brought it over, handed it to Juan, and took nothing for himself. “I came because I think you know what’s going on,” Juan said, watching him. “I saw the crest again. It was stamped on crates belonging to my archenemy.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Marco said, walking to the window. He pulled the curtain open a little and looked down. “I’ve been out for a long time, Juan. I don’t touch that kind of work anymore.”

He would pay off the debt only because of the club but it was very important for him to keep going in Marco 's good books . Marco was the second one in line to the right hand of Arsenio, step brother of Italian capo the world famous Phoenix group. The group is famous for all illegal work in the south east, middle east, north west of Asia and Europe. Brothels, drug dealing, contract killing, Arm dealings there was no illegal work left from this group. This was the most barbaric and inhuman group. No one could escape back out from this world . The soldiers of this group were deadly beasts. They eat human flesh and drink their blood. No one can escape from their clutches .

In the waiting area, Marco had sat by the side, remaining quiet no matter what anyone said. Fane frowned, "I think you're called Marco, right? You're a wandering warrior from White Marsh Continent. That makes the both of us wandering warriors, so why are you talking to me like this?" Fane had no intentions of challenging Marco with those words, he was just curious as to how Marco was so confident. Both of them were wandering warriors without any background, but Marco acted like he was a genius from a high-grade clan.

He was stunned for a moment, but his reaction was too late because I already had him by his neck. But what I didn’t expect was that a group of rogues would come and took me away from him. Marco shifted back to his human form and laughed, “You think you can win this war? No! You don’t know me at all,” he said, and he was fast because he was in front of me in seconds with his right hand on my heart ready to rip it. He was about to but he was thrown away by a big blow from Marcus.

sabi ni Marco habang itinataas ang kanyang plasma blade para sa huling saksak. ​Ngunit sa huling segundo, ngumiti si Xander. "Nakalimutan mo na ba, Marco? Ang Wolf ay hindi kailanman lumalaban nang mag-isa." ​Mula sa itaas, isang dambuhalang anino ang lumitaw. Ang Black Phoenix na minamaniobra ni Skye ay nagpakawala ng isang Precision Ion Blast. Hindi ito nakatutok kay Marco, kundi sa mismong bahagi ng tulay kung nasaan sila.

"I'm so sorry dear, for the troubles. Marco attacked you guys." So there's a new Villian to the story huh? "Who's Marco?" "Marco runs a Mafia gang in Russia. We used to be partners until, he found out I had something he also wanted. He is too greedy, thats his only problem, and might also be his downfall. So I think coming after you guys was his own way of starting a fight" "By f-ff-fight you mean? I stammered already scared of what was going to come next.

I’m praying someone here is more loyal to my dad than Marco as I do the only thing I can. I scream. --------- YUSEF My hands grip the stone tight as I pull myself up, and then I hear the sound that tears my heart into pieces. It’s Phoenix, and she’s in danger. Using all my strength, I climb the rest of the rocks quickly and leap over the railing and onto her bedroom balcony. I’ve made it through security undetected and now I’m here to sneak her out. It looks like there’s going to be some bodies along the way, but I don’t have a problem with that.

"Wow, that's huge. It's worth it though." Why do I feel like Marco did. Although his expression isn't giving away anything suspicious. "Marco?" "Yes?" "What name did you buy in?" "Ermm.. What did you say?" "What name did you use to place your order." "What do you need the information for? It's not even useful." "Are you Hunter Mark?" "I'm Marco Lorenzo, last I checked." He says smiling. "I'm being dead serious." "Yes, I am." "Fifty bloom bottles? Really?"

Tonight, it smelled like desperation and cheap whiskey the stench of men trying to claw their way back from hell. He was already waiting when I walked in. Marco. Once my equal, now a ghost wearing a borrowed suit. His cufflinks didn’t match, and his shirt collar had a crease that screamed he’d ironed it himself. His smile was too eager, too stretched across a face that had lost its confidence. He rose when I approached. “Damien Wolfe,” he said, forcing a laugh. “Still punctual as ever.” “Marco.” I sat down across from him. “You look alive. That’s more than most can say.”