Zoro Armament Haki Novels & Stories

He had oiled his body so that if an attacker managed to get him in a wrestling hold, he could slide out of it more easily. General Haggoz was there also, stopping beside Nikolai and gazing over at them. He was dressed the same and carried a similar-looking sword, along with a short, totally inadequate-looking shield and a length of thick chain. He was huge and muscular, and his blond-red hair gleamed in the sun. Akari noted that he was extraordinarily handsome too, though all of her focus was, as usual, on her mate. Haggoz saw Akari watching him and he nodded at her. Unlike the other men, he didn’t glare with disapproval but looked at him and his group with something like speculation in his

Hikari didn't know who is that person so Sabu-sama introduced to him that person. Sabu-sama standing beside that person and he started talking "This is Aniliast. He is a person who will beat all of you. If you don't believe it. Then why don't you try it out?" Hikari then tells Sabu-sama that he shouldn't look down at the others. So he then asks Sabu-sama again about what kind of competition that they're going to do. Then Sabu-sama gives a kendo sword to Aniliast and he says to Hikari that maybe he will be alright without a weapon. Akaru didn't think that it was fair. So he gives Hikari something like a baton. But since Hikari was only trained to use Sword, Gun and knife he was not sure if Hi

Lariempi said emotionlessly “Lord please teach me how to kill them, even with my powers I could only watch…” Amelia said before breaking into tears again and Lariempi smiled slightly “You couldn’t kill them because your weapon was too inferior.” He said, he then raised his index finger and a drop of golden god-blood dropped from his finger and landed on the ground

Hunter was roaring viciously and they had shifted back to their human forms. Happiness twinkled in her eyes upon seeing Hunter punching Armando ruthlessly as blood splurts out of his mouth.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

It could be described as lethal for him but for me, it's a victorious one. I began to take off the lacy sleeveless crop top while still wearing my lethal slash victorious smirk as I face Hazard's contemplating eyes. "Am I still adorable?"

He dropped the paint, pushed with his feet, and felt for the weapon. Horth shook the front portion of his body, sent droplets of blue paint flying in every direction, and crept forward. His belly slid along the ground, a growl built in his throat, and muscle gathered around his hindquarters. Jyro found the flechette thrower, jerked the weapon out of its holster, and tried to bring it up. Horth saw the pain thrower appear, knew his time was short, and sprang into the air.

"What?, we are not gonna stay here and watch them be taken, if that's a real true life dragon then they may even be ours, what am I saying? last I heard there has only been one life dragon in Hanorak in the last twenty years'' Minre pointed at his tattoo ''Ours''. Zutara huffed out a breath, the sword in her hands felt clumsy and unyielding, to her left Sikorra gritted his teeth sword clashing with that of a soldier with such force it made her teeth ring. Riz was on the ground beside her horse the canteen of water that she carried around was uncorked and still strapped to her waist and the water within she bound into a whip wound around her hand, she lashed out pulling a man down from his

The shoulders of her armor were equipped with extra daggered, drenched in sunlight to make their blades more lethal to the vampires. To her right was Valentin. He was cloaked in his own armor, hair pulled back off his face save more one ash-brown strand that moved in the wind. In his hand was a sunlight blade, crafted by those wolves with the highest affinity for the magiks. It weighed heavy in his hand. Despite himself, he kept looking over his shoulder, as if Zahara were going to spring from the castle and launch herself into battle. “Look ahead!” Moonraiser called from a top a tower behind the rest of the foot soldiers. “Dark cloud coming in at true north!”

Two with large heavy looking axes, one with a bow and arrow, another with a sword and the last one with a long sharp spear. "Dragullar," Zara says calmly to them, and I try to stand up and run, but the great fear coursing through my bones has made them too weak to move. "What do you guys want?" "I'm very sure you're aware of that already, Zara." The man in the middle with a bow and arrow says in a strange accent, pronouncing every R with emphasis. "You'll have to go through me first, Dralor." She says, balling her fists, ready to fight.