One Piece Marco The Phoenix Novels & Stories

Even though the document he was viewing was finished with the screen and the computer turned off, he still sat facing the thin black screen. Sometimes Marco has to travel the world to control all of his business octopuses, he is a pack leader with dozens of businesses in various parts of the world. This time he will go with Jazzy. He will do what Alpha Xander suggested to him. He intends to seduce Jazzy so badly that she gets drunk with his affection… and in the end… accepts it as a whole. Marco hopes ... after his return from Greece someday ... he can have Alpha and Luna status.

“I think I need you.” ~ALEXANDRO’S POV~ I was seated in the dimly lit room of my penthouse, and Marco stood opposite me, with a map of the docks spread across the glass coffee table between us. Red and black markers dotted the map, each representing an ally. "The shipments from the East have been delayed again." Marco said, his voice low and edged with frustration. "Alvarez's men are holding the line at Pier 17, but there are whispers of a new player moving in—someone with large pockets and a lot of nerve."

Marco stopped walking and I bumped into him. "His name is Dante and he owns Victor. He owns this house. He owns half the city." Marco's voice was barely a breath. "Victor thinks he's the wolf. But Victor is just the dog. Dante is the one who holds the leash." "What does he want with me?" Marco didn't answer right away. He started walking again. I followed again.

“Still. You should be in bed.” Enzo smirked. “When I pledged my allegiance to you, Cassiel, it wasn’t just for when things were easy. I pledged everything. My life included.” Cassiel’s gaze darkened slightly, but he didn’t respond immediately. He poured himself a fresh drink and nodded once. “I know.” Enzo took a seat across from him, his good hand resting on the arm of the chair. There was a beat of silence before Cassiel said, “Marco’s dead.”

Standing there in the shadow of his car, I felt the sickening realization that I was the only one in this conversation playing catch-up. I clamped my jaw shut. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of asking for an explanation. He had already dropped a hint heavy enough to crush me, and I refused to look like a fool in front of a man who treated lives like chess pieces. “I am assuming Ronin keeps secrets from you,” Marco said, his voice smooth as silk. He took a long, slow puff from a thick cigar, the blue-grey smoke swirling between us like a veil. He watched me through the haze, his eyes glinting with a cruel sort of pity. “Well, understandable. Not everything can be shared with a mistress.

But I was no fool, I knew that this expression was not one that came with happiness or grace. “Come closer,” Luna Isobel said. “I didn’t call for you to stand like a statue.” I did, holding my breath for one second before I forced myself to be composed. Her eyes dropped immediately, to my collarbone, my neck, where the marks Marcel had left were impossible to miss. She stared for a second longer than necessary, lips thinning. I wanted to cover them, but Marcel wouldn’t allow it… I believed that it was his own way of showing the claim he was having over me.

A phoenix. The memory hit me with the force of a punch, not the clear memories Cedric helped me build, but the deep, raw fragments from my five-year-old self. Fire. Screaming. And two figures, silhouetted against the flames, wearing masks marked with red and gold phoenix wings. I stumbled back, the wine stain on the cloth suddenly looking like fresh blood. Why is that here? I needed to see it closer, to be sure, but the sound of Lucian’s voice, now echoing from a distant room, snapped me out of the trance. I had to move. I ran toward the laundry, not caring about my pace, my mind repeating the image of that pendant.

(Five years later) Lyra’s POV I leaned against the dark tinted window of my limousine as it drove past the City. My reflection stared back at me, my face covered with a Phoenix shaped mask that only allowed my eyes and mouth to be seen, it was my Trademark. The world now knew me as The Phoenix, the name wasn't just branding. It was my story. I had risen from destruction, rebuilt by hands that should never have held me together, and now the very fire that consumed me was now my fuel and weapon.

And Sheen is attending him on what he needs, RM stays beside Kana for he himself didn't know this kind of treatment. After Kana was done on the second time poison suction, he ask RM the antidotes, pouring it immediately into the open wound. He ask RM to put thread on the needle which he quickly did, and then Kana began stitching the open wound. Commander Yin squirm and writhe in the pain that he felt, he can feel the needle piercing his skin and the thread being pulled along with it. The Crown Prince who got summoned by the eunuch arrive and has been secretly watching what his Phoenix has done and he himself got amazed.

I said. The dining table was set with only a place for him. The rest of us had already eaten. I gestured to the lone maid standing there waiting for orders to fill his cup with wine. Something relaxing to take the edge off. “I think it’s more than that,” Alaric cleared his throat as he sat down. I took a seat as well, crossing my legs and placing the jacket over my lap. It was strange how comforting that felt. “They truly have lost several of their powerful figures in the past week. With Zephyr gone, I have to admit the rogues are not as intimidating as they once were.”