Beast Pirates Flag Novels & Stories

Paralyzed, he falls to the ground drooling from his mouth which spills between the cracks of the floor. Salavanta gets up from the old, ragged bed and stretches her naked body with the gun still in hand. The way she is built is that of a goddess covered in ink like a black and white canvas masterly painted to resemble the portrait of divinity, rage, and absolution. Her back is a full ink carving itched within her skin. The image of such depicts a silhouette of a reaper but instead of bones and a skull, the shadow embraces a trunk from a squid with dark looming eyes. The tentacles from the sea creature wrap around a rotting, wooden scythe. Down at the base of the ink and along her ridged lowe

Isobelle It had been a month since our excursion to Forest Hills. The boys had been spending the past couple of weeks training some new rangers. Now our communities all came under one banner, it meant shifters from all over Whitehaven could be posted anywhere in the state. They mixed teams into cats, bears, foxes, and wolves.

Replied the pirate. “Wish Fulfilled, don’t attack, you’re a king now and you don’t want any unwanted attention on you.” Whispered Dream Chaser. “Then what should I do?” asked Kariya. Dream Chaser used her power to make a Red Raiders poster and walked over to the pirate’s table. “Hello Mr. Sky Pirate, can you sign this?” asked Dream Chaser holding up the poster. The pirate received a pen from his friend and signed the poster Jaque Cline.

WHEN Captain Black Beard with his pirates and Lord Daemon were prepared, they are planning to go at the Water Nation for their attack. It’s revenge time. “Let’s go, me hearties!” Captain Black Beard shouted in front of his pirates and other CanFes, as Lord Daemon laughs evilly. They boarded Captain Black Beard’s ship and traveled from the ocean side of the Rainforest Biome to the southwest ocean and circled to the southeast ocean to the small Water Bender’s Village.

I stared dead ahead, ignoring Claw's comment. "Sheesh . . . the guys said you were antisocial, but I didn't realize you were a deaf-mute," he continued to ramble on. "Shut your yappin', we've got company," I gruffed, witnessing two tall figures step out from between the shipment containers. We ventured into the downpour, getting soaked to our skin within seconds. "We're here to see a guy named Beast," a haggard-looking wolf shifter yelled, grimacing through the rain.

K 18/9/2010 I feel alone. Papa is gone just like Milly and Mama was never there to begin with. I feel like everyone I care for is snatched away from me. Are you punishing me? I ask the luna every night just before the beast takes over. I don't know how long I can handle this. I don't think I am strong enough. I am always angry, uncle Gregory said I have gone mad. I think he is right. It's always there, breathing down my neck.. the dark traces of my personality wrapping its arms around me, telling me to let go. I can see the beast everytime I look into a mirror. Its silver eyes, my eyes, flash back at me as if to remind me who's in control. I can't control the beast anymore.

It was Rowan’s soul, raw and unfiltered. *They rejected the girl,* the voice growled. *So the Beast will claim the Queen.* Rowan’s shadow began to expand, wrapping around us like a cloak made of midnight. I felt his power pouring into me, healing the bruises on my skin, filling the "Origin" void in my heart with something much more dangerous than ink. "He’s marking her!" one of the soldiers yelled, shifting back into a half-human form. "If he claims her, we can't use her for the Sector! She’ll be a Rogue!"

“One more. Hold. Good. Keep the hand.” We slid up the flagship’s downwind side at a distance that would make a gentleman tip his hat and a pirate whistle. Kade’s mouth thinned; his knuckles weren’t white, but they remembered how. The flagship’s galleries opened like a choir’s throat. Muskets waited in the hands of men who would drop them for pikes in another minute. The flag officer on the booms held his glass like a crucifix. “Jas,” Kade said, voice a good knife. “Their pumps. Low. Two hands. Give them reason to read.”

All protocols have bowed to this day. A monster has fallen. An evil empire is no longer in existence. Peace has prevailed. Who would dare curse this day?! What else can ruin this day?

The horns continued to sound. Once. Twice. Three times. Again and again, their mournful, rhythmic cry echoed across the broken spires of Blackthorn City. Tens of thousands of eyes turned toward the harbor, looking out at the glittering sea where a spectacular fleet had appeared from the morning mist without warning. Dozens of ships cut through the water, boasting high silver sails and moon-white banners that fluttered sharply in the wind. At the center of the formation cruised one enormous flagship. Its mainmast carried a striking royal sigil that very few living people still recognized: a pristine crescent moon pierced cleanly by a longsword.