Candle Cove Pirate Percy Novels & Stories

We are moored far from the docks since this ship is so large. I’ve never been here before. The Coral, in all its travels, had never quite made it here, though this was its destination when they kidnapped Lyra. The thought gives me chills. And it reminds me of Cookie, who still lays lifeless somewhere on the Ironhawk. A rush of emotion pours over me. I remember his crooked smile whenever I’d show him the way my mother and I used to cook or clean something. He could have just ignored me and gone on doing things the way he always had, but he was always patient and kind, and most of the time, he’d adopt at least some of my ideas.

Percival, unflustered, continued, “We have a long day ahead. Wherever you want to go, I’ll accompany you. But eat first; there’s no stomach medicine in the car.” “I’m not hungry,” Eulalia said, staring out the window. Following her gaze, Percival saw a candied hawthorn stall. “Wait here; I’ll be right back.” He dashed out and returned with a stick of candied hawthorn. “Eat,” he said, handing it to her. The candied hawthorn smelled sweet, its golden sugar coating sprinkled with sesame seeds. Eulalia took it, her face cold. “Why’d you buy this?”

I wipe the last stubborn speck of dust and see the faded letter. ‘e.’ C. Cage. Wait—Cage? That name hits me hard, like a cold slap. Cassandra Cage. The painting in Perseus’ cabin. It was hers. She painted this? Before I can even process that, the world spins. Voices mumble in my head, overlapping and echoing in waves. I feel myself falling—no, plunging—into a dark abyss. “He who seeks shall find.” The whisper sends chills up my spine. “A curse. A curse, I tell you. A baby would take the life of its mother to survive.”

I said to Caspian. "Did you think that these tents and bonfire would make the pup come out of his room?" Caspian questioned as he chopped the wood that we'd use for the bonfire. "Perseus heard a hundred camping stories growing up. This is something that he always wanted to experience, but we just can't do before," I answered Caspian while I pierced the marshmallow with a wooden stick and placed them on the already piling-up marshmallow on the table. "Like father, like son," Caspian whispered.

She wants me to work for her, and dammit, I'll gladly do it. We all had our assignments. Nova was going to see Dex today to get the scale from a love-sick mermaid. Andy was already searching the skies for a wild pegasus with Ash. Dad had given Rain part of his fire already and mom had gotten the pearls from uncle Kellan. She, Topher, Uncle Emerson, Aunt Tally, and Uncle Kellan were all going to retrieve the pearl of travel from some underground black market they knew about. I had to go try to convince this crazy bi.tch Cassandra to give me some of her blood. It would be so much easier if we could just get it from Cas. Damn his half human side, although it's probably what makes him tolerable

Lewis’ shout made Tristan look at the Pirate Lord, whose chest flashed a triangular mark. “I’ve lost my patience … now I’ll end you and those scallywag hunters, drown you in the wild waves under the sea of storms,” the pirate said, his chest and his sword glowing all together. “Hear me and open your doors … and my soul’s quarter becomes yours …”

Shane stood in court in England. He had a private audience with his majesty. He made up a story, telling him that all the sunken ships had been Pierre. Pierre was a french pirate living on Spanish ruled island. The French and The Spanish King were in the room that Shane was waiting to enter. He wanted permission to bring him in and deal with him as a privateer would. After about two hours, the doors open and a man told him to come in. He entered and bowed before the three kings. The French king spoke first.

"No!!!" "Shud' up, lad. We ain't gon hurt ya… yet," said the burly man, matter-of-factly, as he took the oars in his hands and began to row into the shadow of the man-of-war. I looked up through my fingers at the ship, its wood gleaming in the sunlight. The word 'Persephone' was carved and painted onto the stern. *** "I demand to be untied!"

" he insisted, clearly unwilling to let go. By then, Stellar had walked over to the old wishing tree. "Do you remember the wish we made here? If you don’t, I can dig up the bottle right now." Without waiting, Percy crouched down and began digging with his bare hands, unbothered by the dirt caking his fingers. It was his way of proving his sincerity. Stellar watched without stopping him. After a long while, he finally unearthed the bottle, still wrapped in the hand-drawn paper. His face lit up as he held it like something sacred.

The warmth in his gaze settled a tremor deep within her, a reassuring reminder of their shared strength. “Once we pass the cove, we can restock at High Tide Port,” he added, his voice firm and resolute. “The pirate council needs your skills to solidify those alliances.” Her chest swelled with pride, knowing she could contribute to both their worlds. “Together, we’ll keep both packs and pirates in check,” she declared, straightening her posture, ready to embrace whatever challenges awaited them. As she bent to look closer at the chart, a sudden shout shattered the atmosphere of ease—a lookout’s urgent cry rang through the morning air, cutting through the sounds of preparation.