Roronoa Zoro Novels & Stories

Karen stand up "What's going on?" "Who's zircon?"Castus press on not shining his gaze away from her. "He's not human, he's a dragon"Blood drain from Castus face "Zircon is a dragon"

Marco yelled, holding up three quivering fingers, teeth chattering, narrow shoulders shaking as he prepared to dive for yet another colored rock. “One minute,” Yari said firmly. “Two,” Marco responded. “‘Santo cielo’ (Dear God)… Everything is a negotiation with this boy of mine,” Yari muttered, making Leone set his teeth because Yari was complaining about a privilege not every man had. “Two minutes. That’s final! Then…” “Yari!” Norah came to the rail above them, at the edge of the pool deck. Her eyes were wide, her face pale. “Please, come! Gabby says her water broke!”

There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria. How could I destroy her now? Her being half human, and Astoria’s vow made this complicated. “Now what indeed.” I sighed out loud. The best thing I could do was keep her in sight and make sure she didn’t realize her powers. Snuff it out before she did. I had Max. He was the most knowledgeable in werewolf law. He could help me. “I want—what’s the thing's name—? “Jezebel.” “I want Jezebel to come live with me. She will stay under my clan, as my ward.”

My gaze flicked to every corner, every balcony, every servant who passed. Julise nudged me again. "See that man trying too hard to look bored? Kier Malen. Underground seat. Goblin blood. Knows everything. Probably has ears in your pillowcase." "Good to know," I said. Julise grinned. "We’re almost done. Just don’t look at Zarah too long. She can smell rebellion." Zarah Venmoor. The new healer rep. Part wolf, part something else. She had kind eyes, but the way she stood—too still, too calm—made me uneasy.

’ From above me, he knocks me into the ground. Did I underestimate him too much? - NOROYA’S POV Something isn’t right. He should be dead by now. Why isn’t he suffering? I have been deliberately dishing out only intense attacks and curses. Why? I cast another spell. This time, I fling him into a tree. The cuts and bruises on him are deep but not deep enough to kill a werewolf. They are not fatal enough. What is going on? Why?! I unleash curses on him, holding him in place with magic. Orio is not going to forgive me if I let this brat go. He needs to die. How dare he with stand my attacks?! Why aren’t they working the way they are supposed to?

“You’re late.” “Only by two minutes,” Leora muttered. “Two minutes is still late when you’re Luna,” Zaria replied, but there was no true harshness in her voice. She gestured toward the chair opposite her. “Sit. We’ll begin shortly. Someone would like to see you first.” Leora paused mid-step. “Someone?” Before she could ask further, the door opened quietly. A tall man entered, his presence commanding the air itself. He had a scar running from his ear down to his chin. His hair was streaked with gray, his armor polished but worn at the edges, marked by years of battle.

“Kumo, you really know how to bring energy to a war room.” The team dove into the food between commands, the humor lightening the mood without breaking focus. Only that Kumo could not take his eyes off Lena and was later seen collecting her phone number. Some rich men like Kumo just cannot let a beautiful woman pass them by. Champagne glasses clinked lightly during a brief lull: richer emotion: camaraderie forged in battle. Yet stronger suspense lingered as Izo’s attacks intensified.

Sweat stung her eyes as Nya swung the sword around, just in time to block Rok’s steel blade. The reverberation shook all the way up her arm, but she didn’t have time to let the ache distract her as Rok was bringing the sword around again, this time from the other direction. The tip of the blade almost caught her underneath the chin, but she managed to jump back, raising her arms and shoulders to make herself smaller in the middle. The blade flew up into the air, missing her, but it wasn’t headed away from her for long. Rok was relentless, swiveling around in a full circle and bringing his sword along, ready to cut her in the middle. She was wearing a metal chest plate, but most of her body w

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"The Big Boss, Ozgur Doğan." "I don't want to fight with you." Ozgur looked at Orochi. "So, Piss off!" Ozgur turned around, but Orochi took out a long chain from behind his back, Orochi wanted to wrap his chain around Ozgur's body. But before that, Ozgur had caught the chain with one of his hands, Ozgur turned to Orochi and shook his head. "You should study in college, I don't want to hurt you." Ozgur's words stopped, when he knew Orochi was about to release something, again. Ozgur immediately pulled the chain, he ran over and kicked Orochi. The chain was still holding by both of them, while the knife that was about to be unsheathed was already held by Ozgur and the chain was instantly cut.