One Piece Novels & Stories

But then she mentioned the boy being quite special as he was a weredragon. “Wait, he is a what?" ”He is a were dragon.” She repeated. I had never seen a weredragon before because they were very rare and non-existent in some generations. The weredragon Aunt Joanna spoke of could be the only one of his kind. All I had heard of were dragons was how powerful and dangerous they were. One breath of theirs could melt the bones of any being. If Aunt Joanna was not a very stubborn woman, I would have advised her to change her company. I knew I would have more chance baptising a cat than telling Aunt Joanna who she should relate with.

Her father said, “One life is a small price to pay for the peaceful existence of our kingdom.” And for the most part, it was peaceful. There were occasional skirmishes with the kingdoms around them over borders or resources, such as the one Rok Phin claimed to have earned his scar battling in, but for the most part, the twelve kingdoms had a common enemy--the largest empire in all of the lands, the dark kingdom to the west, Beelzanborg.

I looked at Prince Shiro but he was looking at the lake and seemed to be ignoring me. “Indeed, your majesty however, I was up in the mountain to pick a flower that I’ll be using to brew you tea. I’m sure you’ll enjoy this.” I said reassuringly. He smiled at me and motioned for me to continue. I was meticulous in brewing the tea, making sure not to make any mistake. When I was done, the tea was a rich blue color, similar to that of the color of the ocean water. The Nanto Empire is in the south and we’re the Empire closest to the sea.

Barely. “Tomorrow,” I whispered, leaning close to brush my lips against her ear. “Dream about me tonight, Princess.” I slipped from her room, walking quickly down the hall, careful not to make a sound. Relief hit when I shut the door to my own room. “This is fucking nerve-wracking,” I muttered, stripping off my shirt. But then my eyes caught a folded piece of paper on the bedside lamp. My pulse spiked. I picked it up, scanning the words.

White. My hair was white. I sucked in a sharp breath, reaching up to grip a strand between my fingers. This wasn’t right. My hair had never been this colour. Panic twisted in my gut. “Why is my hair white?” The voice, her voice, answered gently. “It is evidence of your powers. They have fully manifested.” I shook my head, still grasping at the strands. “No... No, this isn’t—” “You are in my presence, Mima. Here, your true form is revealed. It's me, the goddess”

I gasp against his lips, my hands instinctively gripping his arms as I try to steady myself. When he pulls back, his eyes are alight with something fierce and certain. “See? You felt that, didn’t you?” he asks, his voice breathless. “There’s no denying it, Maerilee. I’m your One.” I stumble back, my mind reeling. I did feel it. The power was there, even stronger than it was with Akin. But how can that be? I don’t want it to be true. I don’t want River to be my One. Akin has to be it, right?

I want to know if it was the same thing from a time before. “It’s called Piece.” “It’s a piece.” I knew it. That figure that looks like a puzzle piece is Piece. I know it doesn’t make any sense at all calling that piece a Piece. It’s weird, but that girl I knew before is weird enough to call her dog Doug.

She clears her throat, which forces me to stop admiring her body and look at her face. “Maija, why do you keep calling me Klein?” I groan as I sit up in the bed. She shrugs and smiles without answering, but I already know why. Since the night we kissed, she has been doing it, and I suspect it’s because she wants to put some distance between us. “So, what’s up?” “I’m going downtown to the manga shop; Oda is having a book signing, he’s...” “The creator of One-piece, your favorite Anime, with your first love Zoro.” She looks at me, surprised that I would remember such trivial details she told me in passing, but she does not understand that nothing about her is trivial to me.

The prints look like humans, but it has a missing toe on each side. Something crept through Ejima’s stomach, making the hair on her skin stand. She had heard tales of creatures with missing toes back in the village. Her uncle had told her scary stories of how these creatures offended the gods and were destroyed from the surface of the earth. Every story she had heard always painted the missing toe creatures like some mystical beings that do not exist. They were said to be barbarians who fed on anything that had meat. Go back now that you have the chance. A voice warned in her head but Ejima dismissed it. She unbuckled her sling from her waist and picked out three stones from her pouch. She m