One Piece Tag Novels & Stories

After a short while, Garren walked out with a tag and handed it to Ray directly. “What’s this?” Ray received the tag, and he asked in doubt all of a sudden. “This...” “This is the token of Ghost King, right?” Without waiting for an explanation from Garren, Gerald directly revealed the name of the tag in Ray’s hand. “That’s right. It’s the token of Ghost King, and it’s also the thing on a ghost’s body. With this, your disciple can have free access to Ghost Sect. It’s fine even if the effect of the medicine has subsided!”

He found a comfortable spot, his cheek pressed gently against her thigh. “Wait, what are you doing?” “I’m not human, My Pearl. I’m just a wolf of hybrid. I need you to stay and make me alive,” Taggart mumbled something that frowned Pearl somehow. She kept quiet, listening to his rants. Funnily, she didn’t feel unease at all. Taggart was considered as an adult. Now, he was like a spoiled boy who lay on Pearl’s lap looking for warmth. “What do you mean? Are you dying?”

They rolled in the dirt, wrestling for dominance until Mia managed to pin Kian down, her forearm pressed against his throat. "I win," Mia panted, straddling him. "Surrender." Kian looked up at her. He was dirty, bruised, and smiling. "I surrender," he said softly. He reached into his jacket pocket. Mia flinched, thinking he was reaching for a weapon. She tightened her grip. But Kian didn't pull out a knife. He pulled out a Dog Tag (Military ID tag). It was made of black titanium. He held it up.

Her voice was soft, smooth, completely at odds with the devilish glint in her eyes. “My job’s simple. I get to mop the floor with all of you.” She said it so kindly it took a second to register. Nyomei gave a nervous laugh. “She’s joking, right?” “She’s not joking,” Brand muttered, eyes wide. “Match commencing,” the system announced, cutting off our chatter. “Today’s format: Tag.” That got a few raised brows. “Tag?” I repeated. “We’re seriously doing playground games?” Orin asked. “Each of you will wear a vest,” the system continued. “A light-sensitive plate is attached to the back. If Lysar touches your plate, you are out. If any of you manage to tag hers, she is out.”

Evy was still carrying her bag until she felt it grow heavier. "Is it just me or is this heavier than usual?" "It's heavier" Dune replied without missing a beat. "Why?" Dune was watching her walk before looking up at the top of her bag. "Gran Iruka's Canur is on top of your bag" "What?" Evy wanted to look but she can't. The best she could do was look at the shadows and try to assess. When puffy ears could be displayed and the moving tail, she was sure it was Goro.

on a young Eastern warrior's bicep. We're not people anymore. We're inventory. They drag me to the scanning station. A scientist in a white coat runs a handheld device over my body. It beeps and displays something on a screen I can't see. "Enhanced wolf. Alpha strain. Genetic markers: positive. Transformation capability: confirmed. Subject designation: One. Priority level: critical." The scientist makes notes on a tablet. "Tag her for immediate processing upon arrival." A soldier grabs my arm. Before I can react, he's writing on my skin with a thick permanent marker.

It didn't take to genius to know who made it rare and the reason behind that. As the lady stormed away, still making her call, I stood in inaction wonderimg why she was baptised with one of the rarest plants in the world. I didn't have to think much. She was covered with the one thing that made werewolves weak, and was in a town that had more werewolves than any other being. She had to be one thing: a hunter. And last time I checked, the only agency that hunted werewolves was ANTI — and they weren't to be taken lightly.

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he said with a frown, nervously playing with his untucked shirt. I closed my eyes for a moment and then opened them again. I stubbed out my cigarette in his ashtray and let out a deep sigh. Davide hurriedly searched through his phone and the papers on his desk. “I know. You mentioned they had tags. Is this what you're talking about? ” He showed me a tag he found in one of the many drawers. I nodded. He was holding the same kind of tag that the men wore. They were silver tags, with a back that looked like snakeskin. My eyes were on him, hoping to hear something positive.

Behind the invitation was a paper with just one sentence. "Target: Hitotsu Shiho, Gender: Male, get details on order 66. Passcode: Full moon and starry night in the same sentence. Good luck." (This is good, Kadachi has to go to this event too so maybe I can tag along with him and use this as a cover.)