One Piece Marco The Phoenix Novels & Stories

Piero’s voice called from somewhere in the warehouse, the heir’s gaze shifting before finding a crowd of men huddled around a corner. “Piero! Where are you?” He laughed and made his way forward, pushing the men to the side. “Piero, we won! We won! It’s over!” Marco didn’t have to shove the men out of the way anymore, the closer he got to the center, the men automatically parted for him. Marco’s breath stopped in his throat, his stomach twisting with nausea as he caught sight of the tuft of black hair he was all too familiar with. His heart sinking to his feet to see the pool of blood surrounding him. A pale and skeletal figure lying beside him, their fingers hardly grazing.

Marco. Right now even though Mr. Marco looks very upset with Riko, it seems like Mr. Marco will not make things difficult for Riko. Right now it looks like Mr. Marco doesn't want to bother and let Riko go, maybe because right now Mr. Marco is in a happy mood. That might make Mr. Marco a little kind, it looks like Mr. Marco doesn't look like usual. This time Mr. Marco is very indifferent, even though usually if someone Mr. Marco makes a mistake. Mr. Marco will not let him go, Mr. Marco will torture that person until that person dies.

“Are you his girlfriend?” He smirked. “If you want, we will let go of him. But you will replace him. You looked foreign, are you Japanese? I haven’t tasted Japanese women. I would be glad if you’ll let me.” Marcus looked at her, with his eyes half open. “Leave me here, Mariko. Don’t bother to save me. I’m okay. Save yourself.” Mariko rolled her eyes in annoyance, then she scoffed. “Fine. Let him go.” Mariko said.

I was tempted to say. “You sure like taking people surprised.” His eyes sparkled in the fading light, and I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my chest. “If it pleases you, I don't give a fuck about anyone else.” Marco pulled me in for a lingering kiss. My ruthless Mafia lord. “Do you want to ride on it? I brought it for you.” Marco leads me over to where the horse was standing quietly. I ran my fingers over its soft furs, my fingers swiftly slide through its furs was ease. The texture is nothing like seen before.

Jonah pressed again, this time in a more absolute tone. Marco's broad shoulders rose and fell slowly. The giant man let out a long, heavy sigh that sounded incredibly heavy and exhausted. Without a word in response to Jonah's provocation, Marco released his grip on Hazel's hand. His movements were slow and careful, as if he were releasing fragile porcelain that could shatter into pieces.

"Tomorrow night. Full moon. They plan to force your labor, birth the Reality Breaker under their control." "How do you know this?" "Phoenix sight. I can see the heat of their intentions, the fire of their plans." He tilted his head in a distinctly bird-like manner. "Also, Marcus told me. He's been visiting my burn sites, thinking I can't hear while I'm ashes." "Marcus is here? In Phoenix?" "Marcus is everywhere now. The shadow-theft you performed? It connected you. He can find you anywhere, and he's coming with an army."

The coffee abruptly becomes sour in my throat, and I feel my stomach turn. "Cut the city in half?" I say it again, hardly raising my voice above a whisper. "That's Marco, that's too much. We are unable to provide them with that. He stretches his fingers through his hair and exhales deeply in frustration. "I understand. However, we require their assistance. We will never be able to defeat Gianni without them. I examine him, looking for any hint of uncertainty or weakness in his commitment. Marco, however, remains steadfast, his eyes steely and unforgiving. I'm afraid that he has already made up his mind.

For if there was one thing that Kairo knew, or thought he knew, it was the fact that the big fight lay ahead. Somehow, some way, the isolated pockets of resistance such as the one Marco had established would have to be connected, coordinated, and supplied. Not something he could accomplish alone. Marco spotted the general, crossed the tarmac, and rendered a salute. Kairo returned it, said, "You look like shit", and motioned toward his command car. "Come on. I'll buy you a drink". Marco frowned. "Thanks, sir, but I have a lot to do, and..."

" He yelled, pushing her roughly with one hand. Phoenix fell to the floor almost hitting her head on the bed frame. She shot Axion a glare and stood up. " What is even with you Axion? I was just worried! " She snapped in anger. " I told you to get out, are you deaf?! " Axion snapped back. " Fine, I'm leaving! " Phoenix hissed and headed to the door. She left, slamming it close. Immediately after she left, Axion let out a heave. He turned back, facing the wardrobe. Looking at the back of his neck, a black mark in the structure of a full moon (🌑 ) can be seen on it.

It's somebody's head. Somebody that's... Marco. "Woah," Ryat comments from across the table. The cloche departs from my hand, hitting the floor with an echoing ring. It's Marco. His head, on a plate. His skin is pale, probably a combined effect of losing his head and the cold. "Is that Marco?" My eyes snap toward him, shooting daggers. "It must be him," he says through closed teeth. "Pity. He was such a good—"