Rock Pirates One Piece Novels & Stories

Just then, a fisherman who came down from the boat called out to Andrius, “Young man...” Andrius stopped and asked, “Do you need something?” The fisherman glanced at the depths of the island, lowered his voice, and said fearfully, “This island is the territory of the notorious One-Eyed Pirates. You’d better leave before they discover you. Otherwise, once they know you’re new, they’ll rob your belongings and throw you into the sea to feed the fish.”

The Pirate Lord raised his glowing sword with both hands and called, “Seablade of Dakim.” Tristan froze just as the strongest punch of the waves hit the ship, that the seawater reached and entered the gun ports, flowing inside through the square holes on both sides. The waters crawled on the floor and flowed towards the pirate, then the shallow pool released tiny strings of seawater floating in the air, dancing around the Pirate Lord. “Pick up your sword, boy,” the pirate spoke as more strings gathered around him. Tristan did so and then made his defensive stance. He still had not figured out what those strings of water could be capable of.

“Not only you guys are familiar with this place, but your entire crew had also been here before?” Allan could not believe his ears when he heard it. For all he thought, no one has yet figured out how to cross those rocks and managed to get to its other side safely. However, judging from the words of the pirate, he made it seem that their group has already accomplished the impossible feat in the past. “Does that mean you guys already solved the puzzle and know the trick to deactivating the magic array around the area?” Nike’s face lit up when this possibility occurred to him and to say that he was brimming with excitement would be an understatement.

I need to baby that leg, if I get pushed on it it will give out again and I am at risk if two rogues are over me when fighting. As I continue moving back and forth waiting for them to make the first move, the first rogue runs at me swiping at my front paw. He catches it tearing the skin. As he flies by I catch his neck and slam him to the ground. As the other rogue jumps again on my back, I finish the first rogue off by clawing his stomach; his intestines pour out. He can’t survive that attack and is quickly dying.

Suddenly I was on fire, but I know it is coming from Zira. The ground shook as I brought out big rocks, hitting the rogues with it. I blow them off with strong winds, turning them into a pile. A lot of them try to escape the wind but I strengthened it than I can carry a big rock from the earth. It was enormous, and I was still holding down the rogues. I growled, carrying the rock telepathically, then I smashed the rogues with it. The force of the rock smashing them sends everybody flying. Including me.

I couldn't exactly be sure of what role Sloane had in it all, and it would remain that way because she had become nothing but lifeless bones, forever bound to silence and forget. When we returned to Mysticrock, no one had to tell me that an attack took place. People moved about, trying to clear up the debris left behind from what must have been a large-scale attack. Only five rogues had attacked, but since one rogue was equivalent to three mature normal wolves, the damage had to be extensive. As soon as I took in all the damage that my eyes could touch, my resolve hardened even more inside my chest. Oceanpearl had received what it deserved indeed.

"We have guarded the Angkor Vault for twelve generations. We were told that one day, the Lu-Sheng Shark would chase the Panni Saint back to the cradle. We did not expect the Shark to bring a third head." "The man on the boat," Panni said, her voice trembling. "He looked like Jinyan. He looked like Jian. But the eyes... they weren't human." Vira paused, his hands stained green by the herbs. He looked at Grace, who was sleeping on a mat nearby, her face pale but steady.

The pieces felt scattered, but one thing was clear—this was no ordinary rogue uprising. The tension thickened as Pippo stepped aside, motioning to two warriors dragging a bound prisoner. The rogue was gaunt and wild-eyed, his movements jerky against his restraints. Blood crusted his matted fur, and his teeth bared in defiance even as he was forced to his knees before Diego. Diego’s cold gaze bore into the rogue. "Who leads you?" The rogue snarled, refusing to answer. Diego nodded to Aristide, who delivered a swift, punishing blow to the rogue’s ribs.

"The Rogue Lord. The one who's been terrorizing the border packs. He has the symbol branded on his forehead. Three crescents, interlocked, pointing inward." Roric's face went through a series of expressions. There was first confusion, then disbelief, then dawning horror. "That's impossible. The Rogue Lord is just a legend. A story they tell to scare young wolves. The rogues living outside our borders have no Lord.They are just lonely, anti-socials. Criminals." "He is as real as you and I, Roric, I saw him.And he probably also knows who I am." Roric sank into the chair across from me. "What do you mean you saw him? Where?"

For two years, everyone believed I was dead. And maybe, in a way, I was. I disappeared after making one of the most foolish and reckless mistakes of my life. I trusted the wrong man. Jacob Draven. Our uncle. The Rogue King. He was ruthless enough to experiment on Rogues, twisting their bodies and minds until they became ferals—mindless creatures that knew nothing but bloodshed and destruction. And for a while, I unknowingly helped him. By the time I discovered the truth, it was already too late. Kael and Lyra eventually found Jacob, brought his reign of terror to an end, and killed him.