Novel & Cerita Who Killed Blackbeard In One Piece

Eva cut in dismissively. No thanks. Nothing. And Damon frowned, his gaze deeming those crossed arms and that barricading stance unnecessary. But then, he quickly brushed it off and turned to me. “I missed a few details,” he lowered his voice and leaned closer, “Alpha Black was stabbed. A silver dagger.” My time stopped. My mind went blank. The noise cut to silence and my body went numb. And then, Eva’s cries snapped me back. “What the fuck are you doing? What’s Hunter Black trying again? Get away from her!”

At last, the bearded man gradually broke through the ambush. Nicole and her men quickly closed in on Carl's side, and the two sides converged and pressed forward on the bearded man. Nicole saw the bearded man's intention and aimed a shot at his leg. The bearded man fell to the ground. His men tried to help him, but they were killed by Carl.

On this occasion, though, it never got the chance. I drew both pistols, and unloaded them into its back, at point blank range. The ape roared again, but it staggered forward a step, just as Kima drove her sword into its gullet. Blood sprayed everywhere, and the four-armed menace fell on its back. The red-headed warrior straddled its body, twisting her weapon in the enormous hole she'd gouged in its throat. I actually backed up two more steps, so as not to get hurt by the creature's death throes

His screams echoed for a heartbeat before they were choked off. His eyes wide. His throat torn like the feral stab of a cursed blade. My breath was ragged. My vision blurred red as Zorry howled. Howling in a manner she had never howled. “What is happening?” I asked Zorry, a flick of confusion creeping in. And then… silence. I staggered back, shaking, covered in blood that wasn’t mine. Jackson Blackwood lay broken and still, his body twisted, his chest caved in. The cousin of Alpha Volvo Blackwood is dead. And not just an ordinary death, but the death in the hands of an omega. In the hands of dirt.

Like a puppet whose strings were ripped away in one violent motion. Dead. Gasps erupt around us—his friends, the warriors who chased me earlier, nearby guards, scattered guests, random Omegas. The entire room freezes. I stare—not at the corpse, but at the speed of it. The ease. The viciousness. Kei killed him. Instantly. Without hesitation. Without even bothering to change his expression from mild annoyance. “A-Alpha… you killed him for a—a—” one man stammers, a warrior from Kei’s own pack.

Beast pushed himself off the wall and started running to the opposite direction, before moving around the building and jumping back inside the hall from behind Blackwell's men who were taking cover against his men. Beast looked up at Blackwell and saw that William Adams was not there anymore. Admist the exchange of gunfire, he sneaked behind one of Blackwell's men before pulling his neck back. He placed the knife against his neck abruptly and slit his throat open, staring directly at Blackwell, who kept his eyes fixed on Beast too. A mad smile was still plastered over Beast's lips like he felt excited. The thrill sparked inside him, as that man's blood splattered all over his face and body.

And it had. As Malcolm's breathing grew shallow, his eyes never left Cassandra’s face. In his final moments, there was no anger, no rage—only a deep, tragic sorrow. “You killed the love of my life, Malcolm. Now, it is your turn to go,” Cassandra said softly, a single tear running down her cheek. His eyes fluttered closed, his face still wet with tears. And just like that, Malcolm Blackwood, the monster who had haunted our nightmares, was gone. The news broke the next day, spreading like wildfire across every channel. Malcolm Blackwood had been killed in a dramatic shootout, ending his reign of terror.

The captain pulled Vanessa into his arms with possessive strength, withdrew the blade, and let the body fall dead onto the sand. "I need to explain…" she said, breathless. "Explanations can wait," Jack cut in, killing two more enemies who were approaching. He pushed her back inside the tent and returned to the battle like a demon. He fought not only for his crew but for the woman who, without him realizing it, had conquered his heart. Rotten Smile, Little Thumb, and Black Baldy carried out a true massacre. Soon, the beach was covered with enemy bodies. When the last pirate fell, Jack took a deep breath. Black Baldy raised his sword to the sky:

That only makes my lips tighten in anger and a heartless response leaves my lips. "When you see her, ask to confirm." Karl lunges one last time but the Blackbone blade glows with a bright purple light in my hand and he drops to the floor, the last of his life sapped away. The night goes silent and I stare at Karl's body for a while. This wasn't supposed to happen. Karl wasn't part of the equation and now, he's dead. I lean down and with the blade, I carve into the skin of his chest.

The captain barely glanced at her as she stepped on board, but before she could turn back, one final sound shattered the night. A gunshot. Juniper's breath caught. She spun around, her heart stopping as she saw Adrian standing at the edge of the dock—his body tense, his eyes burning into hers. And behind him, from the shadows of the villa, a figure crumpled to the ground. Nathaniel Blackwood. The man who had orchestrated it all. Dead. Adrian's hand was still raised, the gun in his grip smoking. Juniper's breath came fast and sharp. Their eyes met across the dark water.