Blackbeard Marine Novels & Stories

"And you think working yourself to death will accomplish that?" "I think it's all I have left." Before Alex could respond, Adrian's phone rang. An unknown number. He answered. "Blackwood." "Alpha Blackwood, this is Richard Foster from Coastal Trading." Adrian's attention sharpened. Coastal Trading was one of the companies that had terminated their contract during the sanctions. "Mr. Foster. What can I do for you?" "I'm calling to inform you that we've decided not to renew our partnership with Blue Moon Pack. We've signed with the Riverside Pack instead."

There it was—an unmistakable outline that sent chills down her spine: a rival pirate vessel, its black flag snapping proudly in the rising wind, a blood-red skull etched into the fabric—a symbol of doom that heralded chaos and violence. The crew reacted as if electrified, a chorus of panic and determination flooding the air around her. “It’s Blackbeard’s ship!” another crew member shouted, eyes wide as fear laced through their voice. The notorious captain was infamous for his ruthless tactics, and the bloodlust that accompanied his crew was legendary. “We’re outnumbered!”

god, he couldn't even imagine the sensation. "Ever ridden a man before, ghost?" Gideon’s breath was hot against Timothy’s ear. Timothy shook his head, his hair damp with sweat. "Ever been taken from the back?" "No." Gideon nipped at Timothy's earlobe, his teeth grazing the skin. "That's how I’m going to claim you. I’m going to bite you right here," he said, tracing the line where Timothy’s shoulder met his neck. "The scar won't fade. You’ll carry the Blackwell brand for everyone in Saati Town to see."

We looked at her, can’t understand what she was saying. Then, a loud shriek was heard underneath the ocean. Slowly, it became louder and louder. Until I realized that, the shriek was coming from the three dolphins. Are we going to ride that?! Whoa, ok I’m out! I was about to turn around when Amansinaya stopped me. “Trust me okay? They will not hurt you. Besides, they can swim pretty fast!” She said, proudly. I sighed then looked at Orlene but she just showed me a face of let-us-go.

“How do you know all this?” “I’ve been investigating Zeke while I was away,” I said simply. “And you don’t have to worry about the Blackbeard gang. My dad and his personal soldiers already agreed to take care of them.” Ledger’s brow creased. “Still, we’ll need more information.”. Liam crossed his arms. “How are you planning to get that?” “I know,” I said. “They run a nightclub downtown. It’s a front for their operations. Jade’s helping me get access.

Jasmine's POV. We walked towards the beast in the waters and I admired the way the waves beat upon the shore threatening to pull people under. Since it was a private beach, there were only a few people present and I appreciated that a lot more than having to face the crowd. "Are the equipment ready?" He inquired from a man who was at the dock. "Good morning Mr Blackwood. Such a pleasure to meet you after so long." He gushed and I squinted as the morning sun hit my face, burning it up

"Jade I'm very sorry I didn't tell you he was married, but he assured me they were already separated and soon would be divorced!" Blake then tells of the first day he was introduced to Tristan. "About a year ago I went to a golf retreat in Hilton Head given by The Black Corporation. My two friends Sal, Jeffrey, and I had done a few holes then retreated to the resort's lounge. "There's Tristan Black!" Sal points out. "Oh okay. He's a young model type." I comment. "Yeah, he's a Marine I hear. He has no interest in the business. He simply inherited his father's fortune." Jeffery adds.

Reyes would be watching his face when he did. Beckett had the water. Ex-Coast Guard, gone freelance and expensive, and worth every dollar because he could tell you which slip a boat could leave from at which tide without a single wake to remember it by. Beckett was in a kayak two hundred yards out in the pre-dawn dark right now, doing nothing but existing, memorizing the marina from the one angle nobody ever guarded, the sea side, the blind side, the side that in every stupid movie the villain always forgot he had.

It was useless for him to avail all that pleasure without anyone to share with. He got up from the couch and walked towards the opposite wall where all her pictures hung. They were cuddling, laughing and having the best moments together. A wave of nostalgia hit at the moment as he was carried back to the past memories. Marcellus Thor was a strong, powerful Lycan who was also the leader of the Rogue pack. He was 27 years old and disguised himself as a club owner to live between humans. Nobody knew what he was capable of except the members of the pack. Lycans have the special ability of being capable of changing themselves into their wolves whenever needed. They are half humans and due to the

The black wolf’s fang eclipsing a silver moon stared up at the council like a declaration of war. "Three thousand Oakhaven mercenaries," Marcus announced, his voice booming off the rafters. "Sailing on a fleet of fifty longships. They’ve bypassed the outer island lookouts under the cover of the heavy fog. At their current speed, they will breach the shallow waters of the western rocky bays within forty-eight hours."