One Piece Marco The Phoenix Novels & Stories

I asked since I have never heard of the Rainbow Phoenix, or even what is a Clan. "I do not know the name of their leader, and didn't think too much since it would be impossible for someone to act like them with the QR code. It turns one of the council members is a Phoenix." As Matthew finished talking, I was deep in thought. Something about the clan kept nagging me but I decided to put it aside. "Inform the pack about the arrival and tell them to clean the pack house top to bottom, we don't want to get on the council's bad side."

“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.”

“You are the ransom. The papers mean nothing if you are dead. But your life, and the life of one of those twins, is my guarantee.” Just as he raised his pistol to gesture me forward, a bloodied shape stumbled out of the still-dissipating smoke of the corridor. It was Marco. He was gravely wounded, a deep gash on his shoulder bleeding freely, his uniform ripped, but his eyes were fixed on Damon with an expression of pure, incandescent hatred. He must have broken free from the melee, drawn by Damon’s distinct voice. “Coward!” Marco spat, his voice a raw, choking mess. He was weaponless, having lost his knife in the earlier struggle. He was staggering, falling, but he launched his body in a fin

She’s never seen Codi as a baby and she’s never been able to spend time with her mate after Codi has been born. “We’ll find time soon, Justice.” I promise her. “After Bronx and Kas get home from Paris.” “Milo, Lenora, it’s good seein’ ya.” Marco’s deep voice announces his arrival. I take a moment to brace myself and look up. He’s wearing a polo shirt and khaki shorts with slide-on leather sandals. I didn’t know Marco even owned a polo shirt. He’s holding the hand of a gorgeous woman. She’s even more beautiful in person than the photo I saw.

He crosses the room slowly, his own wound forgotten, and takes Marco's arm in his hands and looks at the tear more closely. His face changes. "This isn't from running," Francesco says. Everyone looks. Beneath the torn fabric, on the inside of Marco's forearm, there is a small mark. A puncture. Clean. Precise. The kind of mark that doesn't come from a fall or a scrape or running hard through the city at night. The kind of mark that comes from a needle. "Marco," Alexandra says, very carefully. "When did you last feel completely like yourself?" Marco opens his mouth. Closes it. Thinks. And the way his eyes move, slow and slightly unfocused in a way that none of them noticed until this moment, t

Marco smiled and said, "That's my girl. Now, call your aunt because we need to perform a locator spell, but first, I must see Zion to understand what exactly occurred." Marco reached the location where Zion and his mother were spending the weekend. Approaching the room, he hesitated, debating whether to knock, wary of a potential setup. As he contemplated returning to his car to mind-link Zion, Zion emerged, clearing his throat. Marco chuckled, "I was just about to mind-link you. Do you grasp the peril of this mission? If it's a trap, we might not make it out alive." Zion offered a reassuring smile, acknowledging Marco's apprehension, and welcomed him inside.

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 .

Marco says, lips curling into a knowing smirk. I don’t rise to it. There are bigger problems. The Golden Phoenix is getting sloppy and loud. I tried diplomacy. I tried deals. I tried patience. None of it worked. “Tell Rocco to hit their warehouses at the Dockside,” I say. “I want everything burned.” Marco’s face drains of color. His jaw drops. “All of it?” “Did I hesitate?” “That’s at least half a million in blow.”

Marco clenched his fist suddenly, but he didn't have a say this time. He nodded his head instead and turned to leave. He was the one responsible for this after all. His fiance was none other than Miracle Gonzalo, the only mafia princess of the Gonzalo Mafia Family. She was doted on and loved by everyone for her multiple skills in doing lots of things. Mimi, as everyone called her, and Marco had grown up together and when they came of age, they eventually agreed to get married. Marco had even called for an engagement party for them before she left Italy to complete her studies abroad.

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.