Whitebeard Novels & Stories

At the centre sailed a vessel built from white bone. Grandmother stood at its bow. Beside her was Kiyomi. Not bound. Crowned. And Hayate knelt at her feet with a serpent blade pressed against his back.

He would prove to him that he wasn't the fashion king after all. Getting the message, Williams nodded his head and with the little smile still hanging on his face, asked "When will the meeting start?" "In thirty minutes, your highness." "Let's get going then." Williams said and walked out the door passed him. Mario smiled a smile of victory and immediately followed his boss as they walked down the hall way. Walking behind his master, all his senses were at alert, scrutinizing the whole passage to make sure Williams could thread safely on the royal blue rug beneath this foot. He was a guardian created for the Prince like Merlin was made for Arthur. He took it as a purpose and he loved this pu

He wanted to see what kind of blueprints he'd be able to receive for this simple job. On the other side of the telepathic call, Shiroa was currently in an NPC restaurant in SC Pier City, sharing a table with someone. Before Shiroa sat a handsome man in plate armor, identifying him as a warrior. This warrior possessed short brown hair, similarly to Guardian Knight, but wielded a giant battle-ax as opposed to the sword and shield that the latter uses. Naturally, this player was Blade Warlord. At the moment, Blade Warlord looked a bit run down but he was still capable of captivating others with his looks. Seeing that Shiroa was no longer speaking and was staring off into space, Blade Warlord sp

I asked with a bit of humor to try and make him smile since it looked like he could use a smile for himself. He smiled and nodded his head. "I suppose it would help you out here. I don't need anyone too serious dear. Just need someone who's willing to do work but you will never be alone with a patient for your own safety and protection." "I understand, One of your guards named Martin said he would be willing to protect me." "Ah yes him, he is our best guard." Mr. Baxter spoke with a bit of a smirk.

shouted Khalid, who was getting angry because he felt trapped by everyone's game in front of him. "It's not just us warriors," said Wang Ge, the warrior who was nicknamed the Asura Monk because of his strength he was ranked second after Swordsman Zou Fan. After Wang Ge said so, hundreds of swordsmen started to come out of their hiding places. chyou Chen started to grin, as the sensation of his heartbeat starting to race was getting stronger. "Is this going to be the end for me," thought Chyou Chen who started to feel a tremor in his legs.

"It's preferable to go home." Afterwards, we put our shoes and immediately head to his bike. We came to the beach on his big sleek motorcycle. It's an amazing black Kawasaki Ninja with some prominent white outlines. I was afraid to have a ride on this beast at first, but I trusted Eren though he tried to scare the hell out of me by burning up the road like grease lightning.

San'er immediately wrapped his right arm to his waist and he shot a cold gaze to Ming Qui and they suddenly disappeared. Ming Qui shuddered and his calf turn ice cold as he remember those Green Robed cardinals from the temple of light that probe the strength of Lin Bai back then. Lin Bai is the first subordinate of the Holy Divine Prince that we met and that man is wearing a mask and his eyes is the only one that can be seen. The Divine Prince didn't even give him some face and just let his subordinate Lin Bai to directly kill those Green Robes Cardinal. He still remember what he witnessed back then when he rushed to stop the fight.

He looked like he'd been stung by an entire hives-worth of bees, and was still waiting for the swelling to go down. And then there was Aaron. He was the same height as Big Jim but looked like a rake beside him, which was crazy. Aaron was broad shouldered, almost three times me across and well defined, though you could never tell just how much until he had his shirt off. His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder.

I slightly pulled one of my bag's straps, feeling out of place. "Jamie," I heard someone call and looked up to face Higan. He wore a white shirt that was tucked into navy blue pants. His hair was in its usual dark mess and he had on a charming smile. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I was a little busy when I saw your text." "It's about time," I said with a small smile. "I almost felt like I would be kicked out if I stood here for too long." "You should have taken a seat."

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.