Best Pirate Fantasy Books Novels & Stories

“Fantasy?” Came the uncertain inquiry through the bullhorn that sounded out loudly amongst the hustle and bustle of the crowded pier. Raising my hand I picked up my duffel bag and began making my way forward. As I walked the men about me stared. They always stared. It was kind of nice and yet annoying at the same time. It didn’t help that my Russian born mother so enamored with her relocation to a new and in her eyes, ‘fantasy land’ of America had named me as such.

- King Makenzie said while he glares with a poker face. King Alan said with a long pause-" Well... I have been through many lands now, Pirates are not a mystery anymore. They have just evolved. There was a small country towards the northern border in this realm, Known as 'Jora'. They have been attacked by pirates at the night. Their kingdoms were torn apart and people were running in fear... The kingdom was small and that is why Pirates have outnumbered them. results in the broken kingdom. Since then, the Jorans were lost. Some turned into pirates, some banished. Pirates are seen first after 100 years. They have turned into something nasty. They are threats. They have turned into ruthless mo

“The ship's first mate was Samson ‘The Vulture’ Berry, a man who was mighty scary. He ruled with an iron fist and fear. He brought many men to tears. He was horrid and mean and never nice, but if you want to cross you should think twice. He killed without a second thought, when he didn’t get his way he was always distraught. He thought his crimes would never catch up to him and that he would never have to pay for all of his sins. He killed the woman he loved out of jealousy and rage, leaving him trapped in a mental cage. He would never forget all the things that he’d done and forever he’ll hear that shot from his gun.” “Wow, fuck Samson!” I shook my head. “What a piece of shit.” “Yeah, this

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.

And if I was being honest, I needed to distract myself from my wandering thoughts. "How does one decide to become a pirate?" I mused. Alora let out a soft chuckle, and the sound of her laugh was something I wouldn't mind hearing again. Not that I would admit that to her. "Well, I would assume it's similar to one's desire to become a guard. Where I am from, I never got to see much outside of the walls of my home. I dreamed of travelling, and from all the stories I read as a child, a pirate's life always seemed the most adventurous out of all the fairytales." I nodded, understanding what it felt like to be confined. I had watched my sister Imelda live a life of rules and expectations before sh

he hissed. Now, I can understand why some people would prefer not to bring their loot back to Black. The Pirate Lords are as greedy as any other government, and routinely claim 10-20% of the booty from piracy on the open sea, trade expeditions, shipwrecks, and just about any venture that makes a profit. However, where Jim and his friends could easily run in the opposite direction, I couldn't. Black was my home, my territory. I knew its streets and its people; hell, I knew its rhythms and some of its most intimate secrets. I couldn't just turn my back on it.

Kat's conscience could only take so much. Taking a deep, resolute breath, Kat made a beeline towards the little nook in the shop where the books with darker themes were displayed. She felt like a pirate finally stumbling upon treasure. Here were the titles she was hoping to see. Excited for the first time since forever, she crashed onto one of the pouffes and began to pull books out of the shelves.

I would certainly be warm, sleeping between two werewolves. “Okay,” I said, and slid onto the bed. I decided that Lucian had the right idea, and opened the e-book app on my phone. I had been reading a light hearted romance, but I didn’t want to give my libido any bright ideas so I switched to an adventure novel instead. “What are you reading?” Lucian asked. “Adventure,” I said, glad I’d decided against the romance, “It’s about a crew of pirates who travel the world in search of magical artifacts.”

Nor had she ever seen such an eclectic collection of oddities. She picked up a pair of boots, vinyl, with a huge, plastic zipper. A vague memory of a porn film she had accidentally flipped on one late night flashed through her mind. Dominatrix, she believed it was called. She dropped the boots and sank onto a little bench sitting against the wall across from the racks of costumes. Fantasies. She had never had a sexual fantasy. All her sexual thoughts had always centered on Steve and their quiet sex life. All she had ever wanted was his hands on her, his lips telling her the things she wanted to hear.

The princess was about to fall because of her dizzy feeling but Randell caught her quickly so the princess didn't immediately fall to the ground. The princess still opened her eyes, her eyes still reflected the handsome pirate's face even though it was a bit blurry. When their eyes accidentally met, the handsome pirate was shocked by what Chandra did to him. Chandra raised her hand in the air towards Randell's face. The princess touched her palm to the smooth and soft cheek of the handsome pirate. This is indeed a bandit, a pirate who sails across the ocean whose only mission is to rob the town they land in. That's what those who know about pirates think. They are one of the seasoned thieves