Zoro Armament Haki Novels & Stories

While James was loading his silver into his gun I used my foot to land the guy to my right straight in the place no foot should ever land, but it was enough to have him rolling around the floor, groaning about how he would never have children. I thought that bitch had killed you. I told Blake before I twisted myself so that I held the arm of the other guy behind his back, bending it in a direction which shoudn't have even been possible and without thinking about it, I kicked him in the back of the knee so that he was back on the floor. "You touch me again and I will break every bone in this arm," I whispered menacingly in his ear as I pulled it a little tighter, feeling the bones in his wris

He just peered at the three of them with blank eyes. “Zeve, watch out!” Zahir yelled, looking at me. Hikari briskly pulled me into a hug, looking around frantically. Zahir’s call distracted all of us. Venus too. Grabbing the opportunity, Zahir snatched Hikari’s katana from her hands. He threw it away. A small wave of dark gravity erupted from his palm and the Katana turned to dust. That sly fox! He reached out to grab Venus’ arms, but Killian pounced on him.

he continued. His patience and energy were at their limit, Zhi took the initiative to immediately end the fight between the two of them. Seeing the twilight was visible from the cracks of the wall holes. Zhi mustered all the Mana he currently had, dividing the Mana to give to the rifles and spears. The rifle that Zhi was holding was enveloped in Mana's light turning it into an even more terrifying weapon and its size became much heavier. “SG-Mllliassault WASP1500!” said Altair.

Ara and Zandro looked at each other then nodded. "Ready your weapon." The two turn their backs on each other as they fight in Triads. They ran out of bullets so Zandro used a katana while Ara used a dagger. Simultaneously Zandro fights the five men while Ara attacks those who try to hurt the first Archon. She was about to be attacked by a man so she immediately dodged afterward and kicked him hard on the thighs. The man fell to the ground so she threw her dagger upside down then stabbed the knife in his chest. She has no hesitation in killing because she knows, that every person of the Triad is a soul -a blocker and no doubt killer.

' Zaykee is gritting his teeth, glaring at the King as he thought this. Now, Zaykee began to release his unique light aura, so a huge shockwave, but transparent traveled from his feet towards the end of the corners in this massive old warehouse in a shape of a circle. He took a deep breath as the two white bracelets with the symbol of the sun in the center. Then, he lifts his right arm at his right side, opening his right palm. A medium lengthened double H sword with a tint of white and gold appeared beside his palm, so he gripped the grip of the sword and slashed it in the air in front of him diagonally to the left.

Even from a distance, his presence made Zoe’s heart skip. Sara and Nikola were nearby, standing beside a stack of weapons. Sara was carefully inspecting a silver-edged dagger, while Nikola tested the balance of a longsword. The sight of them grounded Zoe - they were her pack, her family, and they were in this together. As Zoe approached, Sara caught sight of her and waved her over. “Hey! Did you see this?” She held up the dagger, its blade glinting menacingly. “Custom forged, silver core, and runes for extra damage against anything dark magic-related. We’re definitely taking this.”

Chapter 23: The Weight of Vengeance The castle of Zorana had once been a symbol of strength and unity, but now, it stood as a silent witness to the unraveling of everything Caden had once cherished. War had taken its toll, not just on the kingdom, but on the people who had once thrived within its walls. The air was thick with the tension of unresolved grief, the remnants of battles both won and lost. And at the center of it all stood Prince Caden—his every move, his every breath consumed by a singular obsession: vengeance.

The clearing glowed with the twinkling fairy lights that adorned every tree, and the torches that had been lit along the path to illuminate the participants' way. Brand stood in front of the Yggdrasil feeling like his throat was being constricted by a stiff collar rather than a soft tunic. He wore a bearskin over one shoulder to symbolize strength and protection. He was also glad of its warmth as the first snows had started to fall just in the last week. He huffed as Brodi clapped him on the shoulder. "Nervous yet?" he asked with a smile, adjusting the leather hauberk that held his broadsword across his back and the belt at his waist where the sheath for his ceremonial dagger rested.