Wicked_Fiction

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #100

The door creaked open with a familiar ting of the bell, soft jazz humming low from the jukebox in the corner. Shakky’s Rip-Off Bar looked the same as always—dim lighting, walls stained with years of cigarette smoke and pirate stories, and a faint scent of rum, gunpowder, and well-age...

Lastlight's Revenant #9

The air crackled with residual magic, the scent of sulfur and scorched ozone thick in the banquet hall. Garran’s sword still glowed with the sorceress’s golden light, its edge humming as if alive.

Across from them, the Hollow King stood with his head tilted, ichor sizzling on his cheek�...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #99

It was well past midnight, and the bar was quiet in that comfortable way only truly old buildings could manage—like it had exhaled after a long day and finally let its bones creak.

The only sound was the occasional rustle of paper and the ticking of a cheap wall clock that no one had both...

Lastlight's Revenant #8

The banquet hall had descended into chaos. Nobles scrambled over overturned tables, their screams blending into a single, mindless cacophony of terror. Servants bolted for the doors, only to find them sealed by some unseen force. The air reeked of spilled wine, sweat, and the metallic tang of blo...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #98

Gale walked alone through the shadow-cloaked remains of what was once a commercial hub, but now looked more like a post-apocalyptic playground for organized crime. He’d already dropped off Peterman halfway back—literally dropped him off.

The man was duct-taped to a lamppost near a Marin...

Lastlight's Revenant #7

The banquet hall was a symphony of clinking crystal and hollow laughter, a grotesque pantomime of normalcy while the Maw gnawed at the edges of the world. Garran stood in the shadow of a marble pillar, his back to the wall, fingers curled around the rim of an untouched goblet.

The wine insi...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #97

The atmosphere in the ruined building shifted instantly—like someone had knocked over a beehive and left the door open. Dust particles hovered in the stale air like tiny spectators, caught between fleeing or grabbing popcorn.

The gang leader—Peterman, apparently—stare...

Lastlight's Revenant #6

Garran's gaze tracked between the woman's tapered ears and the glowing runes snaking across her exposed collarbone. His hand hovered near his sword. "An elf sorceress. In the Duke's library." The words came out flat, sharp as a whetstone. "Explain yourself."

The woman's lips ...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #96

The alley was quiet now, save for the soft groans and twitches of the would-be kidnappers scattered around Gale’s boots like trash after a festival.

They were in varying states of unconsciousness—one had his face buried in a patch of moss, another lay half-suspended on...

Lastlight's Revenant #5

The walls of Vaeldrith rose like the bones of some ancient beast, their weathered stone etched with centuries of wind and war.

Yet where time had gnawed at other cities, leaving them crumbling and weary, Vaeldrith stood defiant—its battlements patched with fresh mortar, its gates r...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #95

The Sabaody Archipelago looked like something out of a fever dream—if that fever dream was sponsored by a coral reef and a tourist board with no safety regulations.

It wasn’t made of traditional islands, but rather giant, sky-scraping mangrove trees—the Yarukiman Mangroves—rising l...

Lastlight's Revenant #4

Garran sat in the dirt, his hands limp at his sides, watching the pillar of sickly light claw at the sky.

It was a mockery. A desecration.

Lastlight had been named for two truths:

Figuratively, it was the final torch held against the Maw’s endless dark—the last spa...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #94

The ship graveyard behind Marineford was quiet—eerily so.

It was a place most marines avoided. Maybe it was the towering carcasses of shattered warships, rusting anchors the size of houses, or the broken figureheads jutting from the soil like bones of fallen giants.

Or maybe it was ...

Lastlight's Revenant #3

The forest clung to life in patches.

Here, a stand of oaks stood vibrant, their leaves rustling in the twilight breeze. There, a dozen yards closer to the Maw’s influence, the trees twisted into skeletal hands, bark sloughing off like dead skin.

Garran leaned against one of the dyin...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #93

The air in Fleet Admiral Sengoku’s office was so thick with silence you could spread it on toast.

Heavy sunlight poured in through the high windows behind the desk, casting long golden beams across the floor, but none of it seemed to reach the three standing in front of the massive desk l...

Lastlight's Revenant #2

Garran’s blade arced in a silver flash, deflecting the projectile midair. The impact sent a jolt up his arm—too strong for something so thin—but he was already moving.

Three seconds.

That’s how long the Duskhound’s hollow arm would take to regenerate a new weapon. Garran clo...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #92

The salty breeze off the Vashiri coast tousled Gale’s already-messy hair as he stood on the pier, watching the marines scramble like half-motivated ants.

Crates clattered, ropes were tied and re-tied for the third time, and the battleship rocked gently with the waves as it slowly filled w...

Lastlight's Revenant #1

Moon-pale candles crowned the inner sanctum, their flames shivering in the hush. Garran Dornblade stood at the center of the circular dais, linen tunic clinging to muscle and sweat.

The six acolytes—faces hidden beneath ivory hoods—approached in measured cadence, each bearing a gleaming...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #91

The grass was warm. Not “scorched earth” warm like midday summer in the open, but “perfect nap fuel” warm—the kind that made you melt into the earth like butter on toast.

Gale lay on his back beneath the shade of a wide tree at the edge of the palace garden, one arm folded beneath...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #90

Gale’s first conscious thought was: Wow, heaven has really nice thread count.

He lay blinking at an ornate velvet canopy, mind still rebooting. Everything felt… off. For starters, his pillow was suspiciously fluffier than the standard Marine‑issue rock disguised as cotto...

Original Draft

Those of you who've followed me for a while know I've threatened to write an original story approximately ten thousand times. Well—today’s the day I actually do it.

Consider this snippet a dark fantasy appetizer: raw, unrefined, and with absolutely no promises attached. Will it...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #89

The six Blight clones circled him like wolves with too much theatrical flair. Mist coiled and hissed beneath their boots, and their glowing green eyes watched Gale with the same smugness you'd expect from a professor who just handed out a surprise final exam and then said, “It’s open book… ...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #88

The fight raged on like a fever dream wrapped in cotton.

Gale weaved between twisting tendrils and heavy fog swipes, the edge of his rapier gleaming under the swirling gray like a stubborn candle trying not to go out in a storm. He dashed in, slashed, dashed out, repeated.

Again. And ...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #87

It was like a dam had burst.

Not just a crack. Not just a leak.

A total collapse—the kind that sweeps villages away and leaves only stunned silence in its wake. That was what it felt like when Gale finally stopped thinking and just felt.

The strange itch in t...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #86

Steel clanged through the fog like a dinner bell for lunatics.

Gale spun, blade in hand, knocking away a curved saber that came out of nowhere—only for a second attacker to sweep in from behind and nearly clip his shoulder. He pivoted, twisting low and increasing the density in his arm ju...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #85

The air was cold. Damp. Tense.

Gale stood atop the capital’s outer wall, one hand resting lazily on the hilt of his sheathed sword, the other stuffed into the pocket of his coat, thumb absently rubbing the lip of a small hip flask he hadn’t opened yet.

Around him stood marines and...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #84

Gale let out a slow breath, his rapier angled lazily toward the ground, its tip still slick with the tension of the last exchange. His stance was loose, casual even—but his eyes didn’t blink, and his shoulders didn’t twitch. He was dialed in now.

The assassin moved first, dashing low ...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #83

The palace garden was stunning, really. Gleaming white stone paths wound through hedges carved into swans, flowers bloomed in deliberate patterns that spelled out royal mottos, and ornate lanterns floated on koi ponds like someone had spilled stars into the water.

It was the kind of place t...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #82

The salt air of the capital’s harbor carried the familiar stench of gunpowder, scorched wood, and damp cannonballs. Gale stood at the edge of the docks with his arms crossed and a neutral expression that, if you squinted hard enough, could almost pass for reflective stoicism.

Almost.

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #81

Gale stood in the captain’s quarters, arms folded and jaw tense as he stared down at the battered map of the Vashiri Archipelago spread across the table. The edges were curled, ink smudged in places from sea spray, blood, or maybe one of Poqin’s soup experiments. He wasn’t sure anymore.