Books About Space Pirates Novels & Stories

They were crimes like robbery, kidnapping, murder, theft of an ambassador, and he was a space pirate who looted, boarded and intercepted other ships, so whoever Wyatt Rider Cosmos was, it was bad news. What now? It was much more than four weeks and nothing went wrong until tonight, when now, the man would come and go in his spaceship, between his beautiful hideout, making his cabaret a pirate base, in which there would not only be a bandit shaking around him, with random women jumping on his lap, but several outlaws, I mean male, throwing bags of money into his hands so he wouldn't say anything, still, still, a good amount of money to keep the girls active, his work was expensive.

CHAPTER17 About forty-five year later, a young man was reading a book titled, The Destruction of the Ghost Pirates, which was published in 1702. An old man walked up to him, walking with the support of the cane. He sat down on his an arm chair in opposite direction to the young man, and asked him a question. ‘Titus, what are you reading about?’ ‘It’s your book. The story about funny pirates that terrorized the world. Actually, it’s a fiction book. Book is very interesting.’ Titus said to his grandpa, smiling.

“Why don’t we just give them what they want?” “That’s not your call to make.” I looked around at the men in the room and they quickly lowered their heads to avoid meeting my gaze. My eyes paused again at Pa’s and I added, “There’s no giving them what they want, and besides, I’m not fond of their ways of propositioning. They behave less humanly and more barbarously.” “I agree with him on this,” Pietro chimed in. “They’ve been bombing our warehouses, killing our people, kidnapping our men and women, and stealing our drugs and weapons.”

As he zoomed in on their location, he paled further and further. “Oh no,” he muttered. “We-We’re in the middle of Drogar space…” Everyone went quiet the moment he said that. This was the last place anyone wanted to be. Not the Federation, or the Hegemony, or even the pirates themselves. Truly, not a single living human wanted to be there, not in the slightest. The Admiral was dumbstruck by the revelation. It made absolutely no sense to her. “Why’d these pirates bring us all the way out here? Are they suicidal?”

Luuk had a knack for making him lose his composure. " Describe your typical daily mood. Is your mood like a roller coaster, or is it pretty steady?" Mr Anderson continued. He refused to give up. "Steady." Luuk played with the corners of the book he grabbed from the table. The title read "Journey through space" a book written by " Adrian Whitehead" a popular adventurer in the space world. There was a rumor that only 3 of the books were printed, it is a rare book! And there's one casually lying on Ruben’s desk.

Thomas asked, a threat lingering in his tone. “Long Story.” Dean said, scanning another map. “Damn how many maps do you have.” Dean muttered as he got another. “Well I would like to know this story.” Thomas said growling. “There's a maniac sailing around making people pay him to use the ocean. My Captain, Jack, was trying to pay his dues. Attempted to rob your ship and found Claire. Now they are a thing, I don't know what else to tell you. Just that we need to hurry, the psycho has my friend.” Dean said annoyed.

It was only five short, trembling, pain-fuelled steps, but it felt like I had run a marathon and I was light-headed. I clung to the frame of the bed, steadying myself and catching my breath for a moment before pulling myself upright and reaching for the shelf for stability. My eyes scanned the spines. A bible, obviously, made sense and I had predicted as much. The English Pilot, Fourth Book, Treatise of the Sphere and of the Art of Navigation, A Mariner’s Guide to the Coasts of the Spanish Main, De Iure Praedae, and something that looked totally out of place, Clarissa’s Folly: Or, The Wager of Hearts. There were also a number of books that were blank on the spines, which was interesting.

The bar keeps straightening up and gives a warm and friendly smile, pouring another round of swish into the empty glass by him. The orc's voice trembles with fear and anxiety. "There are no pirates here I'm afraid. After all, piracy would be unlawful, the only one left in Sky World is that King of Pirates and he isn't here." Tegan halts his hand forward as if saying to stop pouring, the glass is only half full, but Gord gives in to the demand and puts the bottle down. "The lone wolf crazy King of Pirates, here? I don’t think so. Besides mostly women have checked in today." The Chosen grips the base of the glass and lifts the hem to his nose, giving it a good smell before dripping the liquor

So, my relationship with my mother is eggshells, and eggshells are the last thing I want to think about at a time like this. The guest bedroom is small, plain, and ordinary. The bedsheets are light blue and match the light blue wallpaper. On the shelf is The History of Pirates book from Mr. Davis. I put it back in the Lending Library the day I got bullied. Jeremy must have found it and knew I put it in there. "We could be like them, you know, "Jeremy says, pointing at the book on the shelf. "Like who?" "Like Anne Bonnie and Calico Jack, the pirates. They were in love and didn't let anyone hurt them."

They were the sixteen other brothers I had left behind. The ship's security forces had already been scared out of their minds as they threw their guns into the sea and lay trembling on the deck. Hank watched those pirates close in and shut his eyes in despair. Yet, these sixteen ruthless pirates, the very men who had given navies around the world endless headaches, stopped together when they were around ten feet in front of me. Then, they raised their heads and roared as one. "Welcome back, Captain!"