Books About Space Pirates Novels & Stories

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

The first time he had ever touched someone not out of instruction or obligation—purely because his instincts refused to let that hand vanish from his reach. They stayed until the last embers of dusk. Feliks read aloud from the book he’d brought—pirates, a mysterious island absent from every map. Isabella listened with her back against the branch, watching the night sky through gaps in the leaves that felt deliberately placed for the two of them alone. “We’re going to be pirates too,” she declared. Final. “Pirates are criminals.” “The characters in adventure books are criminals too. But their adventures are extraordinary.” Feliks ran out of arguments. “All right.”

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."

Grappling hooks and boarding planks snaked through the night, linking the ships with brutal finality as Captain Drago's vessel crashed against Gabriel's, sending splintered wood flying across the deck. Amelia led the charge, her chestnut fur gleaming in the moonlight as she leapt the gap and landed among the enemy with lethal grace. Claws and teeth, she was a whirling dervish scattering pirates like leaves in the wind. Gabriel was right behind her, sword drawn and eyes narrowed with purpose as he barked orders to his pack. Dark-clad figures surged to meet them, cursed blades raised and eyes full of malice. The clang of metal on metal and the snarl of beasts erupted across the deck. Lucas pos

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!"

Daxton stated. Usually, even if they were hit by a ravager ship, there would be bodies. Space pirates were a violent bunch. Pressure sickness ran rampant during extended space travel, easy to make even the most seasoned space goers fall sick to psychosis. Usually in deep space, at the edge, where there are no more stars, only blackness. That much dark could break a mind. But this ship…didn't have any bodies at all. If they were hit with an EMP, then whoever hit them would have come aboard and slaughtered them once they were defenseless.

Anonymous mentioned old sci-fi books in passing, referencing a classic series about rogue AIs and lost space colonies. Anonymous: That series is underrated. The way the characters question everything in those abandoned worlds… hits different on nights like this. Leon paused, thumb freezing mid-air. He actually liked that exact series. It was one of his quiet escapes, the dog-eared paperbacks hidden under his bed alongside other secrets. A common interest. He hadn’t expected that. For a moment, his skepticism wavered. Still, he replied carefully, not fully opening yet. Leon: Yeah. Some of those books are okay.

"I’ve got a cargo of 'Unrefined-Hope' from a desert-universe that needs to get to the 'Ice-Wastes' of Sector-12. If we don't get there in time, their boilers are going to go cold, and they’ll start reverting to 'Stasis'." The "Trade-Routes" were constantly under threat from the "Void-Pirates"—remnants of the "Relic-Hunters" who had gone rogue, seeking to hoard the "Unique-Variables" of the parallel worlds for themselves. These pirates used "Phasing-Jammers" to pull merchant ships out of the frequency-channels, dragging them into "Pocket-Dimensions" where they could be stripped for their "Sovereignty-Code."

The pirates knew the planet had no naval power and entered to create a safe haven for them, heading towards the galactic sector of the Wave, 1364 DR, Telflamm humbly welcomed the pirates of the Dark-Shardkundilkkjaws flotilla under the command of Evgruth the Red, and the significant wealth they brought. time, an overwhelming number of pirates took over the ports of Telflamm, and their presence began to interfere with the Golden Path trade, as for pirates, crime levels and the ongoing refugee crisis turned public opinion against the ruler. Merchant Prince and the Coalition of Merchants. Telflamm 's collapse seemed inevitable.

I wasn't sure how long a person could survive without anything to eat at all, but I didn't fancy going more than a day or two. I'd once been almost three, but it had been hell, especially to try and fly a ship and do complicated things like land. It was important I found a way to get a little food. And I could only think of one way to do that right now. Take it from someone who wasn't going to report me to the Frentin authorities for stealing from them. Other space pirates.