Blackbeard Flag Sticker Novels & Stories

I shouted into the glare, I had spotted up to five tiny ships coming towards us with immense speed. They all had black flags on them, designed with human skull as a warning. “Pirates, oh silly human pirates messing around.” “Oh how very great,” Tasha muttered to herself, she threw her orange peels into the water. “Just as I was about to get comfortable and have a good nap.”

People cried in pain from Donoghue’s explosion, and people were falling as well. At that moment, thousands of boats a few miles away were slowly sailing in their direction. Those boat troops were arranged tidily. Leading them was a huge ship with a black flag flying over ten feet tall. There was a white shark logo on the flag with the words ‘Blood Shark’ printed on it. It was flying grandly when blown by the sea breeze. They were the Blood Shark Pirates. A muscular man was seated on the deck of the huge ship. It was the leader, Hidden Dragon. Behind him were the sexy Blood Sherlock Four Sisters.

I stared at the building, my eyes following the big black flag hanging from the very top with what was the clan banner embroidered on it. It was the embroidery of fangs with two crossed swords and a feral eagle head in the middle, cool and terrifying. After standing there for some time, my legs itched to move but not back into the carriage, they itched to move away from the carriage and into town. And I let my legs lead me against my own will with puppy Orian threading behind me as thrilled as ever.

But it was the flag mounted to the front of the small boat that caught my attention. It wasn’t the silver wolf skull of the Imperium. It was a stark white banner. “A flag of parley,” Silas murmured, thick brow furrowing like it was trying to fold in on itself. “The Old World wants to talk.” “Or they want to gloat,” I said, jaw tightening. I turned away from the window. “Liam, Silas. Grab a dozen of our best guards. We are going down to the beach.” “Luna, you should stay here,” Liam protested instantly, like he couldnt help it. “If its a trap—”

Israfel knocked on the door and told the captain from outside. The door opened in a sudden and the pirate who knocked the door startled. Captain Black Beard was very prepared with his black beard well comb, his hair style down leashed, his brown shoes, captain pirate black war robe, and his proud weapon attached on his pants belt. He is obviously ready to attack with an outfit for he believes that it will be special day to kill the prophet. He goes to the ship together with his pirates, Lord Daemon and his disciples. The prisoners were left in the dungeon guarded and the outside of the palace and village were also guarded. After all the needed weapons were packed up, they immediately fly out

And worse… they weren’t alone. From the eastern ridge came the horn. Not Xavier’s. Another force. Riders. Dozens. No—hundreds. My stomach dropped. Jared turned to me, panting. “Reinforcements?” I squinted. “No. That’s not our banner.” Black flags. Silver ravens. No mercy. I knew that symbol. I’d grown up fearing it. The Black Talons. Mercenaries. Cutthroats. Raiders of the Veil Sea. They had joined Xavier’s war.

When we were about to arrive at the border, the sea began to become muddy, as if it had been poured into thick ink. The siren Aurora ordered to stop advancing, when the dirty sea gradually returned to clarity.We all saw a pirate flag with skeletons and bones floating in the sea.On the flagpole, a tall, wounded male siren was hung in the air. It's Hagrid!

The ocean spray soaked her, making her shiver, but she refused to show weakness. She clenched her jaw, breathing through her fear. She would not break. But when they reached their destination, her stomach dropped. A massive pirate ship loomed ahead, its tattered sails billowing in the wind. The vessel was ancient, its wooden planks warped from time and the salty air. The black flag that flew from its mast bore no symbol, only a single blood-red slash. Delia’s breath hitched as the fishing boat slid up alongside the ship, where a handful of waiting men tossed down a rope ladder.

At dawn the next day, arrogant laughter echoed over Shallow Bay. "What brat dares collect protection fees in my waters? Tired of living?" Three black sheet-metal boats armed with heavy machine guns charged into the market perimeter, smashing several small wooden rafts that had been waiting to trade. On the lead boat stood a one-eyed man wearing a black eye patch. One-Eye, boss of the Black Flag Gang. It was said he was a B-class sequence user whose ability strengthened his body. He had bullied this stretch of sea for a long time.

"And we're taking this ship as a gift for King Thorne." The Iron Will limped into the harbor of Scrimshaw at sunset. It was battered. The paint was scorched. But it was flying the flag of the Shattered Isles—a black skull on a torn white sheet (Vane’s coat). The pirate fleet came out to meet them, cannons ready, until they saw Tristan standing on the prow. He looked different. The white glow had faded, but it hadn't disappeared. It had settled into his skin, giving him a permanent, ethereal pallor.