Novel & Cerita Blackbeard's Gold

Balconies and battlements clung to the rock at impossible angles, lit by flickering braziers that cast molten gold across the dark stone. Massive gates of reinforced steel stood at its base, guarded by statues that might have been warriors—or monsters. I couldn’t tell. Their faces were worn smooth, their forms half-claimed by the mountain. A shiver crawled down my spine, and I wasn’t sure if it was fear or awe. Fenric’s voice pulled me back to the present. “Welcome to Blackreach.” My heart sank. “Your new home.”

It was precisely because of the pirate attacks in the previous life that accelerated the demise of the siren clan. Black Wolf Baker pinched the beaver's neck with one hand and forced him to kneel down.The beaver wanted to resist at first, but after he ate a few Black Wolf Baker's fists.The fat beaver was much more honest. He lowered his head, and his jet-black eyes turned around as if looking for a chance to escape. "What are you doing here?"I asked. It must be no good for the beaver to appear on the siren's territory. But this cunning beaver deliberately lowered his head and said nothing. Did he think this would fool me?I glanced at Black Wolf Baker, and he kicked Beaver fiercely after rece

Though he stood at the top of the world, unmatched and unparalleled, he seemed utterly out of place in this world. Rachel wished so much that she could go up and embrace Gideon. Meanwhile, Harvey had already driven to the bridge. "Gentlemen, that's Beaker Island!" "Get down." The black-robed men stepped out. Confused, Harvey asked, "Gentlemen, aren't you going to Beaker Island? Or should I go ahead and inform Gideon and have him crawl over to meet you?" The black-robed men didn't respond. One of them squinted and sneered, "That young man on the beach matches your description. He must be the Gideon you mentioned."

If they really were all trash, then how could they have gotten any treasures? Yet, the moment he said that Ethan started to laugh in a very exaggerated manner. He turned to coldly look at Nash, "You only got two treasures, how did you even have the face to say that? Have you ever gotten any golden treasures? You haven't gotten a single one! "White Marsh Continent has gotten two golden treasures, one bronze treasure, and three black treasures! Hestia Continent only has two treasures in total and not a single golden one. You're actually saying you're not trash?

He knew plenty of men aboard the bigger ships that’d pay a pretty coin for such a precious bauble. In his mind’s eye he saw the man in the dark alley shifting from human to beast in the midnight hour. Leaving behind only this wealthy little treasure. Matthew wandered from ship to ship until he came across one, he recognized. Matthew knew the man that usually stood the helm of this masterpiece. Matthew glanced at the heavy sack of nuts he gripped. This Alpha known as a brutal sea lord, had a soft spot for fine things. Matthew climbed the docking ramp and was quickly greeted by The Alpha, a tawny man with sharp eyes, Matthew simply called ‘Cap’n’.

Belle blinked, looking from one face to another… until her gaze landed on Ethan. Completely unbothered, she smiled. “I got the last pearl, Ethan.” A proud, satisfied announcement. Silence. Then— “That’s… great, Belle,” Ethan said. And he smiled. A real one. Warm. Unrestrained. The entire room collectively malfunctioned. Pete cleared his throat. “Let’s continue,” he said pointedly, giving Ethan a look. That was enough. Ethan straightened, his expression snapping back to business. The meeting resumed—Though not without occasional interruptions.

Sandra Ashbourne POV “He is not giving you silver coins right this second, but his claws will give it later,” old Gideon Blackmoor says, his voice sounding super dark and mean. “And your brain will understand the resource deals perfectly when his mouth gets you to talk about the pack terms and lets your eyes see young Malek Thorncrest.” My mind is left utterly baffled by his strange words. Then my confusion gets even deeper because the old alpha suddenly pulls out a giant sack of rare silver pieces and places it right on the table before my dress.

“I’ve already missed enough. I cleared my schedule for today just to be here.” Rebecca was already beside Aurora, studying him. Then, she extended her hand. “So, you’re the Lucian Blackwood. I’m Rebecca Dawson, Aurora’s best friend.” Lucian took her hand and gave a polite nod. “Nice to meet you, Ms. Dawson.” Rebecca crossed her arms, her gaze sharp. “I know this is an arranged marriage, but let me make something very clear, Mr. Blackwood. If you ever hurt my best friend, you won’t like what I’ll do to you.”

The black horizon of the Pacific didn’t just rumble; it bled. Through the dense, wet curtains of the harbor fog, the silhouette of *The Leviathan* materialized like a prehistoric leviathan cut from matte-black steel. The naval destroyer sat three miles out, a ghost ship commissioned by the absolute peak of corporate desperation, its heavy forward cannons slowly rotating toward the coordinates of the free port of Blackridge. They weren't here to negotiate an asset recovery. They were here to execute a scorched-earth liquidation.

He had not expected those initial mercs to succeed anyway—they were nothing but disposable thugs, and their deaths did not faze him one bit. Standing at the edge of the Goldings' main hall, he clapped his hands slowly. A thin, shadowy figure emerged, walking in with a dry, grating laugh. "Mr. Golding, I knew you'd eventually call me in," the man rasped. Elon spoke evenly. "300 million dollars from the Goldings, plus another 100 million from Dr. Lake. That's 400 million in total, Mr. Black Wolf. Same deal as always—the second Andrew's head hits the floor, the money hits your account."