One Piece Orochi Death Novels & Stories

I landed back in the same spot around the side of the warehouse that Vexx had taken me from, with his heart in one hand and my wand in the other. There were several skirmishes happening nearby. The fight wasn’t over yet. Turning toward the closest altercation, I came face-to-face with Orion. My brain short-circuited and my stomach flipped in a nauseating kind of way. I blinked. He was dead. I’d come to terms with the fact that I’d never see him again, and yet… here he was standing in front of me.

CHAPTER 3: THE RELIC BENEATH GLASS Scene 7: Discovery from the Deep Orochi smiled from the wall of water. “At last,” he said. “My queen.” I stepped between him and Ayame. The water distorted my reflection across his black armour. His red eyes followed me, calm and bright, as if centuries had passed without costing him a breath. “You are dead,” I said. His smile widened. “You said that before.” The room grew colder.

An uneasy feeling sweeps over me as I peer back down at my bonetta. “NOW!!” Beard bellows, and his voice rumbles through the palace. I snap my head up, watching in slow motion as he removes the Dagger of Eternal Death from the inside of his boot. He raises his arm and drives it straight into the Dark Oracles' heart. Tyber and Jaja both let a roar rip from their throats as they leave my side and rush for Beard. As a black light rips her chest wide apart, the Dark Oracle cries in anguish, sorrow, and despair. Beard yanks the blade out of her chest and raises it above his head as he faces us. His soulless eyes darken to the severity of an eclipsing moon.

Her death reminds him of my deaths as Alyssa and Melanie. Rising to my feet, I gesture at him to sit up while I join him on the bench. He lays down on my lap, and I stroke his hair to comfort him. "Apparently, She was stabbed with the Orx. It poisoned her blood. It means that the weapon you have with you isn't really the Orx. Again, someone else has died because of me. What if..." "You're afraid you're going to lose me again," I point out, and he swallows hard, blinking several times.

Before anyone could react, Viktor grabbed the spear that had been discarded earlier and hurled it towards Orion with deadly accuracy. "No!" Selene screamed, horror gripping her heart as she watched the spear pierce through the air, finding its mark in Orion's chest. She felt as if time slowed down, every moment stretching into an eternity as she witnessed the scene unfold before her eyes. Orion staggered backward, a strangled cry escaping his lips as he clutched at the spear protruding from his chest. His eyes widened in shock and pain, disbelief etched on his features as he stumbled and fell to the ground, his strength failing him.

It was obvious that some of them entertained the idea of killing their alpha, perhaps Nikki was their fan favorite and Orion just killed her like a chicken. "Do what you will, Olaf." They said, almost in unison. "We won't stop you." Olaf chuckled, "Too bad, Orion is not here to see your death, princess." I shot my eyes, bracing for death. It's easier to embrace death with your eyes closed than with your eyes open. But, in that last moment, I heard a voice, his voice, Orion's voice. It was loud and terrible, but in my own head, it was the sweetest thing I have ever heard; it made my heart leap with thrills I couldn't fathom.

“He can try. Even if I die, he will not be able to clear the dungeons without his eyes. None of you can clear it. Johan said it. Only one can live. And it is not you or me. We don’t have the blood.” At that, Akiko froze. So this person knew about the true candidates as well. “Why don’t you join us? If we support the candidate with true blood, there’s still a way to survive.” Oritha made a face. “Follow and support him? The world is doomed if such a weak boy becomes the Godfather. Compared to him, Felix is stronger.” The Death Princess merely smiled. It was rare for her to display any emotions, and the world was stunned by her innocent beauty momentarily.

I gasped at him “y-you’re dead.” I tried to shake him from my mind. I was going crazy; seeing things. Orlando was not here. Orlando had no eyes. His neck began to bleed, and his rainbow eyes snapped to a piercing red. They began to drip blood onto his glistening white fur, smothering it as it cascaded downwards. No, no, no, no; this wasn’t right. Something was going on here. Orlando was dead! “You” Orlando snarled, blood pouring from his mouth and eyes “you killed me.”

Eloria inhaled sharply. “Death… must come…” Her eyes flicked over the words again. And again. And her voice turned hollow. “Kael…” The truth settled deep in her bones. “He must die.” She pressed a hand to her mouth, shaking—because she had seen it. In her visions. In the fractures of fate. In the future written with blood. “It is not optional… It is the price.” She wanted to stop. She wanted to close the book, burn it, bury it, scream—