Whitebeard Novels & Stories

Dillon shook his head in disbelief. After a few minutes, a warrior approaches him. “Beta, some of our warriors and families that lives near the border were attacked,” the man said.

Capri… “My names Jade and I’m not from here. My moms always told me don’t talk to strangers and besides your the wrong gender!” Jade was was Capris alter ego, she never told anyone she didn’t know her real name. She was not a bird brain easily impressed woman. Men would often pull our wads of cash out to try and impress her, but she would look away in disgust. Money didn’t impress her, neither did material things. She had everything she needed or wanted. Capri worked to ensure she would never be in need or want. She also told them she wasn’t into men as a way to get them to back down. She knew she needed another excuse. That line did not work, she would have never though these little boys wo

because of affection, it’s obvious. Because of him... loving Arista? “You should go quickly.” As Becky finished speaking, the white light arrived right before them, Jason’s face full of anger, swinging his sword towards Levi. Levi raised his sword to block, but he was severely injured now, having to withstand a fierce blow from the Warlord’s wrathful sword, his face contorted in pain, ice blossoming immediately on his chest like spring flowers, even a few ice crystals crawling up his cheeks, covering his ears and spreading to his solar plexus.

It was the kind of smile you would expect on a swashbuckling pirate, capable of seduction and plunder in equal measure. His eyes were a haunting shade of onyx, the most profound I'd ever seen. They were more than just a color; they held an intensity, an almost overwhelming brilliance. A whiff of his cologne, spicy and tantalizing without being overbearing, teased my senses, hinting at a man who took pride in his appearance. But I shook my head in denial. No, this man was nothing more than an exasperating tormentor from my past. "What can I fetch you, sweetie?" the waitress interrupted our silent face-off, her notebook poised for my order.

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.”

), the Decarabian 's former lover Amos, and the Red-haired Warrior, when Clan Brunilderin, led by his current namesake Brunilderin, also takes part in the battle. In which Decarabian is killed in battle, just like Amos in which the Nameless Bard, as the Decarabian dies, Barbatos is elevated to godhood, in which he uses his newfound powers to create a ship in the form of the Nameless. Bard and takes him. the bow in honor of Amos.

blood spluttered from his neck, his eyes rolling backwards as he spoke. Alpha Ryu gazed at the body, lying before him, a tear rolling down his cheek. "Rest on." The sight of a body without a neck sent waves of fear through me. Blood spilling continuously from the neck and a sharp sword by its side. “Poor Timothy, he should have acted like a man and done what was supposed to be done. I’ll just add his head to my collection of personal assistants..”Ryu said, holding Timothy’s head in his arms. I stared at Timothy’s head, which had slowly begun to disintegrate. I could tell the sword contained some quantity of wolf bane, which meant death or literal weakness.

I couldn’t stop staring, even though I knew it was obvious. “Lucy,” Blake said, his voice low but carrying across the small group. “This is some of the crew.” They nodded, murmured hellos, and I forced a polite, shaky smile. Some were tall, broad, faces marked with tattoos and scars; others looked younger, eager, testing. I could feel their curiosity like heat pressing down on me, and I tensed. One man, a tall guy with a neatly trimmed beard and arms like tree trunks, stepped forward. “Heard about you from Blake. Didn’t expect him to bring someone out here.”

In his right hand, he held a massive, mechanical broadsword powered by a glowing, violet core that hissed with unstable energy. "So, this is the stray queen who thought she could claim a continent," the Admiral sneered, his voice carrying the strange, water-grinding cadence of the Sunken Isles. He lifted his heavy blade, the violet core flaring to life. "I am Admiral Joshua of the Iron Fleet. You have stolen the tribute of the Western Kings, Lycan. Now, I am going to take your head back as interest." He rushed forward with a speed that didn't match his massive frame, his mechanical blade coming down in a brutal, vertical strike that split the iron deck plates open.

It had long reached the state where both sides were fighting each other to death. Simultaneously, in the deck of a large ship. A white-haired man in a samurai uniform, two swords hanging from his waist, and clogs on his feet, stood at the bow of the ship. He was staring at the battle on the opposite deck with unblinking eyes. His eyes were tracing the movement of a man on the deck. That man was none other than Ash. “Kenzo-Kun, the most outstanding disciple of your Harusame family, Maru Harusame, died in the hands of that man.”