Novel & Cerita Blackbeard's Gold

The word stuck in my mind. “It is exactly what you expect. Produce an heir,” the long haired old man said. “Alpha Keeran is cursed, never to have a mate. That's your purpose, to be his breeder. So-” he stood up and walked towards me and before I could even move, I heard a clicking sound around my neck. “That’s a brand, a brand you belong to our pack and no one shall touch you except Alpha Keeran. It was a choker with a gold pendant, a ‘breeder’ alphabet.

“Depends what comes in. Eighteenth century New England, mostly. Windsor chairs, Hepplewhites, the occasional Chippendale if I’m lucky.” Gerrard set his fork down — an act of enormous social significance at a Vivienne Ashford table; it meant you were choosing conversation over the food, which was its own form of commitment. “I have a chest-on-chest,” he said. “Connecticut, circa 1760. The secondary wood is all wrong — someone replaced the drawer bottoms in the twenties, pine instead of the original tulip poplar. I’ve been looking for someone who—”

But the way people moved aside for him, the way even the other alphas stepped back, told me everything I needed to know. This was someone powerful. "Ten gold from the hooded bidder," the trader said, his voice suddenly nervous. Garrett's scarred face went dark. "Twelve." "Twenty." The hooded man didn't hesitate. Gasps ran through the crowd. Twenty gold pieces could buy a house. A farm. A whole herd of cattle. Garrett looked like he wanted to rip someone's throat out. His hand went to the knife at his belt. "Twenty-five." "Fifty."

All the pirates also knelt and bowed their heads. “Oh, right. The people on the ship didn’t die.” Zachber did not dare to lift his head and trembled as he said, “We just sold them to the Black Kiln Sea.” “The Black Kiln Sea?” Andrius frowned. “Where’s that?” Declan immediately explained, “Master, the Black Kiln Sea is a place where trades can be made with the immortal realm, the demonic realm, and the fiend realm. It’s somewhat similar to the black market.”

IN THE south part of the vast ocean, there is an island inhabited by cursed people. The prince of the Emporium is one of them, sitting on a chair made of stone curved from the stone ground. “Your highness, Captain Black Beard has arrived. He is on his way-in with the pirates and the soldiers from the Desert Biome, City of Gold - Emporium.” One of his armored hollow knight reporting to his prince. “Father Black Beard is here? What is he doing here? He must be on his way on the hive!” The prince was pretty confused.

"This is a keepsake from Grammie. Sally's getting married today. She should have it." I clutched the necklace I got from my maternal grandmother, Janice Brown, tightly. The Weatherby family's housekeeper, Paula Reed, snatched it away from me brusquely. In the process, she even scratched my arm. The pain caused me to kick at her in reflex. But before my leg so much as grazed her, she leaned sideways and fell to the floor dramatically. "Ms. Sally has never laid a hand on us, but look at this impostor putting on lofty airs! She's treating us like we're garbage!" Paula exclaimed.

Debs says. " Yeah." Of course I am not happy. I feel uncomfortable, like I don't belong here. Finally Debs and I arrive at the bar and she hands me a small bucket with a bottle of Macallan Lalique Scotch soaked in Ice and two glasses. " Who am I giving this to?" " Killian Black." No shit.

Marcus grabs my waist and pushes me behind him, “Your highness.” He did a bow-like gesture. “What are you doing?” Marcus opens his mouth to say something but doesn’t. “ And do not even think about lying. Your job was to stay hidden and to keep your eyes on her.” The purple eyes slowly faded to gold and Marcus sighed.

He sounded breathless in reply, “They were armed pirates and they were quite alot in number, they overpowered us, and the shipments….the shipments…. “Get to the fucking point…what happened to the shipments?” I was pacing the room, craving an anger release as Gael went on to spill the news. By now, Father and Armani had sensed the tension, as they also sprung to their feet,definitely overhearing the call. “They forcely discarded the gold into the ocean…We lost the gold Ace, all of it…” Fuck! Shock kissed my nerves as I came to an abrupt still. “Are you fucking kidding me?” my razor voice boomed into the phone as I went fucking nuts.

From high atop the watchtowers, a deep, ominous horn sounded across the city. *BWAAAAAH.* *BWAAAAAH.* *BWAAAAAH.* The triple alarm. An invasion. A frantic scout burst through the throne room doors, his face utterly pale with terror. "My King! Urgent report from the coast!" Killian drew his golden blade, his aura flaring instantly. "What now?" "There are massive warships breaching Blackthorn Harbor, sire! Dozens of them, bypassing our naval blockade entirely!" The scout swallowed hard. "They aren't flying rogue banners. They are flying giant, shimmering silver flags."