Black Sails Vane Novels & Stories

While Dmitry tore at the obsidian gates in the dark, the Sultan's main fleet was already sailing for the capital's completely unprotected western coast. Vance dropped the parchment back onto the desk, his jaw tightening until the bone showed against his tanned skin. He turned on his heel toward his waiting lieutenants, who stood like statues in the doorway. "Clean this mess up," Vance commanded, his voice vibrating with a lethal undercurrent. "Burn the ledgers. Seal the vault. We march for the western docks by midnight, and god help any man who slows our pace." ------------------------------ Back in the suffocating depths of the Sulfur Sinks, the white steam began to clear, revealing a scene

As the Captain of the 2nd Caravel ship, Major Fontana shouted his order, all the Wizard Division Soldier that were dressed valiantly, in White and Blue Aeternum Military Combat uniform, stood tall on their spots that were on the top most deck, and all of them were casting a Tier 1 Magic spell of Wind elemental call ‘Breeze Blast’. it was a magic attacks that produced a strong wind blast on a single direction, capable of blowing off anything in it’s path. Everyone that watched the broadcast, were expecting that the Caravel Sails and mast would be blown off, by the many Wizards casting the same spell in one single direction, but instead they were all shocked to see that the mast and the sail o

It vibrated in my teeth. Three of them descended through the smoke. Their hulls gleaming pristine white. Emblazoned with the crest of House Vane. "Reinforcements?" Viggo rumbled. He stepped up beside me. His hammer dripped with potential energy. "Too fast. They were waiting." "Stand down," Barzil ordered. His voice tight. He walked out from behind the cover of our battered transport. Sheathing his sword with a sharp shing. "They aren't here to save us."

A single, isolated vector in the Celtic Sea—one of our primary transit corridors—turned a flat, warning crimson. "It's the Vane Vanguard," Kincaid said, leaning over my shoulder, his professional calm cracking as he read the telemetry. "One-hundred and eighty thousand tons of containerized cargo en route from Rotterdam to Halifax. She’s carrying Vane Global's largest early-quarter shipment of high-value industrial manufacturing components." The crimson line representing the ship's path was bending. The vessel was executing a hard, automated turn to the south, steering directly toward a restricted, French-controlled military transit corridor. This was a sharp, deliberate course deviation, ent

The drifting wind among sails lashes with the sheer force of nature. The leather sails ripple with and dance with the oncoming draft and fill the ears of all who may be listening upon the floating ship. One that belongs to the King herself; Salavanta. The proud-standing redhead wears her signature trench coat and underneath that vile worn and torn coat is a white cloth long sleeve cotton shirt and high capris that match the same brown as most of her clothes. Both of her pistoles are strapped on each side of her outer thighs at about knee level. On the right side of her hip is a sheathed ripper that is abnormally long and just above that is a short sword defender that is sheathed on her right

“Grab the kid, Dante! Don't you dare let him slip under!” Bianca’s lungs burned with the brine of the Atlantic. She thrashed against the churning gray water, her fingers clawing at a jagged shelf of volcanic rock. The Azores outpost sat above them like a rotted tooth, a graveyard of Vane secrets built from salt-stained concrete and rusted iron.

The golden runes on Caleb’s arms reacted violently, the Vane magic fighting to stabilize the Void. ​When Silas finally stepped back, the daggers now The Eclipse Blades lay on the anvil. They were silent, terrifyingly sharp, and seemed to pull the candlelight into their edges. ​Caleb barely had time to wrap his scorched hands when the ship’s alarma low, vibrating thrum in the Void-Glass rang out. ​He bolted for the deck, his new blades humming at his thighs. He burst into the sunlight just as a high-pitched whistle cut through the air.

A strong hand clapped him on the back drawing his attention forward. “Look, see there!” Dean said, pointing to the Black sails coming around the corner. Gavin's first reaction was to grab a hold of Dean for touching him but paused. Gavin’s eyes spotted the ghost-like ship gliding across the ocean. It was still as haunting as the first time he laid eyes on it. It was a ship from nightmares but it was stunning. He spotted her golden hair as the ship drew near. The doom in his stomach fading slightly. The Evening Star pulled up alongside the Morning Star day and night at a stand still.

​Ten Years Later: The Vane Sanctuary ​The glass spire of the Vane Sanctuary didn’t just pierce the New York skyline; it redefined it. For a decade, it had functioned as a lighthouse for those Silas Vane had tried to turn into experiments. But tonight, the atmosphere inside the high-tech fortress was tense.