Zoro Armament Haki Novels & Stories

I learnt a long time ago , there's no point of speaking , when none is going to value your words . Third person pov : Hoor was looking stunning in her deep red lehnga. Her step mother always felt wary of her .Hoor had gotten the best features of her father and mother . Hoor's step sister was a year older than her. She was beautiful with her black hair and grey eyes , but it was nothing compared to Hoor. Her stepmother didn't want any troubles for her own daughter(Aiza) thats why, decided to marry her off . ........... On the other hand , Arhaan was standing in front of mirror wearing a black 3 piece, combing his hair when his phone started ringing . He picked the call , seeing it was from h

I sighed but my mother’s face told me, no matter what I said, I was not going to win, so I decided to grab the bracelet, a shawl from the hook by the door, and walked out. **** Most werewolves—women werewolves—who in Astoria wore gowns, would find it a deterrent to climb up piles but I have no shame. We have acres of land to ourselves. All ladies. So I hiked my skirt up to my thigh and began my climb up.

"It's an model attempted by Luminescent in the attempt to create their own firearms after observing battles during WWI. It has been made and used in the 50s before being discontinued. Unlike regular firearms, the ammo is your chi and the amount put into it determines firepower and lethality. These guys used a model that hasn't been used in decades and they got the low quality type." "They look like mercenaries" Kazuha looked at a brand on their bodies after she ripped the sleeves of all of their shirts. She is indifferent to what is in front of her. "The red robin brand. A mercenary insignia I once saw as a child. I knew it. The Shizuka family contracted them to kidnap me, again." Kurai is s

"Yes! I'll ask her to choose between this pistol and the rifle. Then we're going to play real-life special operations in the woods." Zuko's surprised gaze turned into one of pity, and he patted him before smiling. "Well, have fun! "Oh..." Zuko noticed the inscription on the grip. "There's writing here?" "Yeah, it says Harding." "Does everyone in your special operations unit have words on their guns?" "No!" Chris smiled. "Lenny has a small pistol, right? It was Pammy's. Hers also has an inscription on the grip that reads Krys." Zuko remembered that when Lina and Renee were abducted, Madame Krys had given them a pistol and saved their lives.

Even their eyes have never shown fazed every time they've sliced the throat of their opponent. Himari is now facing a young adult man holding an ax. The nasty blade was dripping with fresh blood of his victims. Himari remained calm, yet her azure eyes are flaming like the hottest fire. The right arm is in front of her chest, while the other one was on her back, both hold a weapon. Her firm standing and stunt have a resemblance to western royal swordplay.

Flicking her fingers, she called upon the fox and transformed her back into a shawl that wrapped her saggy shoulders as she smashed the orb, breaking it to a thousand pieces. ❇❇❇ "I think that's the place Rai." The Raven nodded his head in approval as it swooped down to the east walls of the Palace. Landing behind a coat of bushes and trimmed trees for cover, Rai ducked down his head to let Hanji get off from his back. He batted his crimson eyes as he saw him wince in pain, his blood now oozing out from his torn bandages. "Hanji," he said. "You better know what you're doing right now. I don't think you're in the condition to do anything."

Every nerve in his body screamed. He stood before a peculiar creature. A man dressed in black leather clothes and a long cape with an enormous star-like throwing weapon on his back. Akana had seen weapons like that before. They had enough force to leave humans cut apart from the middle. The man had his hood up, and a mask formed like a white, smiling demon with horns and bent fangs. The terrifying sight would look peculiar to any race, but to an Auon this was the face of their death. A Lieren. Huzhidi's unique warrior class specialized in hunting demons. In the case of Huzhidi, it meant Aouns.

Hanzo said with yet another smirk, as If he was giving warning. Draco didn’t paid any attention to Hanzo warning, simultaneously he saw two men’s and a zamician women marching toward Jasmine from behind with a pointed wooden weapon in their hand, seeing which a jagged ear piercing growled escaped through Draco chest, his trouser shredded into pieces a and he quickly shifted into his Dragon form….

The narrow streets of Kotor were slick with rain, the cobblestones glistening beneath the dim glow of old lanterns. Hila Zaidi staggered through the alleys, one arm pressed tightly to her side, blood soaking through her fingers. It was warm, sticky—her own lifeblood slipping away with every shaky breath. The encounter had gone off badly. There had been too many men. Too many guns. Her signature black jacket, once elegant, hung in tatters. It had been a gift from Piers, a Tom Ford black leather jacket.

They saw hacking devices, highly optimized rifles, pistols, combat armor, and many more goodies. “Oh my God man, I think this is heaven,” Kalen blurted out excitedly, as he bumped his dumbstruck friend on the head.