Whitebeard Novels & Stories

the diver said looking at the guy through the rare view mirror who was wearing the black glasses along with the clean beard face. "Watanabe Takeshi finally you have been found" the guy smirks

His smile widens and accepts it. “You’re too young in this kind of job. You’ll still have many things to learn. Nice to meet you too, Miko. You can call me JD-hyung.” He said as we shake hands. Then he looked at Aikon-hyung. He noticed it and said, “Grey of Dark Knight, 18. A black belter and master of martial arts. In charge of training new agents and expert in face to face fights. Aikon Advincula outside but just call me Aikon. I’m Stargazer’s bar tender and Polaris’s barista. Hope we can be friends.”

“I made you famous, I made you powerful, I made you rich and invincible and you aren’t even grateful enough to appreciate the times when we worked as a team.” “You made me a beast,” I said in grief. “Now, I’m just a villain in every wolf storybook. The anti-hero to every little wolf-child.” “Stop crying over spilt milk, Blade. There’s nothing you can do anymore, all the efforts you’ve made in the past three years turned out fruitless and when I eventually take control, I would make sure the world never forgets The Ripper.” “I’m sure you’re excited.” I said with a defeated voice.

He said, I was still confused. “Can you get to the point? I’m freaking out.” I said. “Moriki is back and so is Raiden’s wolf, Raiden is scared that he might kill you as well as a means of vengeance.” He said, I was very confused once again. “Vengeance? What vengeance? What did Raiden do to him?” I asked. “I don’t know, Raiden also does not understand why Moriki is acting that way.” He said, this was all overwhelming.

"Your powers define you Azura. They are connected to your emotions, anger, sad, happiness. Your emotions can control your power. You just need to learn how to keep them at Bay." Wow, okay. Can someone wake me up from this nightmare already?. What's with all these talks about powers? "I know this must all sound strange to you. But you will understand everything soon." "I don't even know what to call you. I mean from your voice, I know you are female. But a female what exactly? Who are you and what's your name?" Maybe we could start there. "My name is Lily. I am your spirit guide and I'm so happy to find out you are alive little princess. We all thought you were dead"

Galbraith admitted immediately that he was not a match for this person. “How is that possible? You are a 7 Stars Beastman Warrior!” Jack couldn’t help but raise his voice. 7 Stars was the pinnacle of Beastmen and even among this pinnacle, Galbraith had almost no rivals. Individuals like Kaizo who could make him uncertain of his victory or loss were rare enough, but to proclaim that there was one who would defeat him without a hitch was absurd.

Luckily Hikaru is always carrying around blueberries to mask his smell. " According to the villagers, there were 3 version slayers. Bankotsu, Galahad's wife, Cynthia, and the last mysterious one. He was always wearing a black blindfold, nobleman clothes and his hair is a very dark blue. Some described it just as blue as Prince Serin's hair. We assume that the scale belongs to him, since according to Galahad, Cynthia is definitely not a dragon. " Kagome informs as she goes through her notes.

He chattered on restlessly “okay calm down honey, we’ll head to the temple after breakfast, so go take a wash and I’ll be done in a few moments.” Genevieve said as she straightened his hair, she then stared at his eyes, instead of it being green like hers or that of any other Hunter they were blue but the shade was so faint it almost looked like white, it looked extremely beautiful and captivating but it was for this very reason several people wanted him dead, he was different from everyone else and they were scared of it.

"Rumors have it that he was born with the Golden Spirit physique, once achieving the cultivation of the seventh-grade of the supreme saint, he killed a ninth-grade beast king in the Raze Mountains!" "His thunderous warhorse is said to have been subdued in these Raze Mountains, carrying a trace of the rare Quasar bloodline, naturally commanding thunder, capable of traversing thousands of miles in a day!" The murmurs had barely subsided when, in the eastern sky, a completely white ship suddenly appeared, its sails bearing an iron-hooked 'Steele' character. At the forefront of the treasure ship stood a young man radiating the aura of around the eighth-grade supreme saint. Among the rogue fighte

I'm stunned by her use of my proper extensive name and not quite sure how to answer. Tyboll, also with long hair and a decided spark in his eyes, steps around Veda and places his hand out. "Forgive my mate, she loves full titles." The she-bear playfully slaps his arm. "Please call us Tyboll and Veda and we shall call you simply Sierra," he says.