Blackbeard Marine Novels & Stories

Did Beardo plan to kidnap Rebecca aboard again? Beardo was the kind to blabber without thinking when happy. Yet, he was also someone quick-witted enough to shut up when told, which he did. The captain spoke in a slow, gentlemanly manner. "Our company provides transportation for other services. We have tourist sailing routes for nearby countries. Those differ from our long-distance transportation of goods. You could try out the tourist services when you have the chance." He even gave business cards to Rebecca and Susan. The cards contained information on an inter-border travel company. There was an image of a magnificent ship in the background. Next to it were contact details like email addre

Then, in the misty forest, a red wolf with a half-skull face appeared, and in the bottomless sea, an ancient beast known as the Ancient Sea Beast—the symbol of the Blue Whale tribe named Dick. “I never expected him to come back to life! Not just him—the Kraken and the Black Shark King have come back to life too. But these are their corpses; it’ll be hard to defeat them if they join forces!” said the whale ancestor, gazing into the distance. There was a blue whale, an octopus-like creature with a gigantic body, and a black shark whose belly was visible. They were clearly all corpses, and he wasn’t sure if he could fight all three of them because the power of those three beasts was on par with

Fighting is what I do best, not marriage or assuming my position of King so soon, but desperate times means desperate measures. Travis pauses before speaking and I'm immediately annoyed by his hesitation. "Spit it out already!" I bark out. He flinches, "Yes sir! Right away sir. Well... erm, there's been a sighting." He stutters out. "A sighing of what?" I ask moving closer to Travis. Ugh it's probably another shark or something. "A ship. A pirate ship. Black and silver sails and a dark wooden body. In.. in Crab Cove." He stammers.

The Black Sea answered with thirty-foot swells, stacked and furious. “Hold the lines!” Vane roared over the wind, massive claws clamped to the phantom-wood railing like it might escape. Something is moving beneath us, Jace’s voice sliced through the mind-link, sharp and terribly analytical. Massive heat signatures. They’re not ships. I hadn’t even finished forming a command when the ocean erupted on our starboard side, violent like a strike delivered from below. A beast the size of a mountain broke the surface. A Leviathan of Blood—an undead deep-sea nightmare, built like a monstrous hybrid of kraken and leviathan, rotting armored hide stitched together by glowing, dark-red veins of blood-ma

Brecken demanded, shoving past Lucian to look out the small rear window. "Faster than this barge," Cade called out from the back deck. He was already unzipping a heavy black canvas bag he had dragged out of the bench storage. He pulled out two assault rifles and tossed three spare magazines onto the metal hatch cover. "They're light hulls. Dual outboard engines. They will be on our stern in under three minutes." I stumbled toward Soren, who was leaning against the small nav table, his forehead pressed against the cool glass. The scar on his forearm wasn't just glowing yellow anymore. The skin around it looked bruised, swollen, and black veins were spidering out from the mark toward his elbow

March grabbed my upper arm and hauled me out of my seat. I tried to hide the pain that shot through my arm, but a soft groan escaped me. I felt my feet briefly leave the ground as he pulled me toward the door. The humid breeze outside sucked the unsteady breath from my lungs. Marcus let go of my arm and I stumbled against the outside railing leading up to the door. “Who is the Marine,” he spat. I straightened, but didn’t have a chance to answer when Marcus tumbled forward over the railing, landing on the gravel. Madden stood at the door. “Get in your vehicle, we’re leaving.”

For the first time in years, he had spoken both of his daughters' names with the exact same weight, acknowledging them equally as a father. ​Hidden Enemies ​Back at Blackridge Headquarters, the board meeting continued smoothly until Sophia projected several global charts onto the large screen. "Our competitors have already started reacting." ​One graph immediately caught Dizer's sharp eye: several of Blackridge's primary international shipping routes had suddenly become unavailable. She frowned. "Why?" ​Sophia brought up another corporate report. "Someone has purchased the exclusive docking rights." ​Arthur's expression darkened. "Who?" ​Sophia enlarged the buyer's profile: Hawthorne Maritim

A B-class sequence user calling himself an Apostle of the Sea God arrived with three drug-controlled sea beasts to provoke us. He stood at the bow, with three berserk sawtooth sharks behind him. "Lord of Shallow Bay, surrender your ranch and kneel for mercy, or be sacrificed to the Sea God!"

I kept my head down with my shoulders hunched, trying to blend in “Eli, you worthless whelp! Get yer scrawny arse up the mast!” Captain Black’s drunk voice boomed across the ship. Before I could even turn, I caught sight of him. Captain Black was a mountain of a man scarred and bearded, with a cock that he liked to wave around when he was deep in his cups. I’d seen it too many times..usually while he was rutting some poor captured wench against the rail before tossing her overboard.

She had forgotten how cold the Hudson could be in November; she had also forgotten how strong the tides could be, and she braced herself against the spray, almost like waves in an ocean. There were too many people crammed in—Maria, Jasmine and Becca, Blake who was rowing, and a couple of his friends—and Scarlet looked out, shivering, not trusting this creaking, weathered boat, and was grateful to see that Bannerman’s Island was fast approaching, hardly thirty yards away.