Captain Charles Vane Black Sails Novels & Stories

"I am requesting an immediate audience with King Solas and Prince Kaelen." There was a pause. A long, heavy silence where I could almost hear Vane grinding his teeth. "General Vance," Vane spat the name like a curse. "You have some nerve. You steal our fleet, disappear for half a decade, and then knock on the front door?" "I'm not knocking, Captain," I said. "I'm returning your ship." "We don't want the ship," Vane growled. "We want your head. Target lock confirmed. Fire on my mark."

Mine did not. My wolf was nothing like the light in my parents. He was fierce, shadow dark, massive. His coat was so black he swallowed light whole. I named him simply: Black. Because that’s what he was pure night, pure strength. And yet, in his silence, in the steadiness of his presence, I always thought he mirrored me too. He was vast, towering, his coat blacker than shadow. When I looked into his eyes through the mirror of my mind, I felt like I was staring into something ancient.

George watches Celine as she sails over the edge of the cliff, and his heart went with her. He roars and charges the Vampire, who was staring at the edge of the cliff, until it’s too late. He pins him to the ground like a bug on display, and his people move to guard him. He isn’t dead yet, but he wasn’t going anywhere either. George runs for the cliff edge, laying down to look over it carefully. He scans the bottom first, nothing.

But the water wasn't the scary part. Floating on the black sea were ships. Hundreds of them. There were Viking longships, their wood rotted and petrified. There were 17th-century galleons with tattered sails frozen in mid-flap. There were rusted ironclads from the Civil War. And dominating the center, massive, grey steel hulks of WWII destroyers and U-boats. They bobbed silently in the black water, bumping into each other with dull, hollow thuds.

“Suzan, don’t negotiate terms with me, it’s useless.” Charlie’s smile gradually turned cold: "Today, if you get on my boat, don't even think about getting off innocently. From now on, you will be my Charlie's mate in life, and my Charlie’s ghost in death." This was the Reds' cruise ship. It was even more of a cruise ship for him in the Black Hills. Here, he was the master, and he could do whatever he wanted. If he wants to throw someone into the sea, neither moon goddess nor ghosts will notice.

I nod, “We are heading to my home here in Monaco, but I don’t live in the city, too much noise and bustling, I live on an island, there you will sign the needed documents, then we will speak further, understood? He raises a brow at me, his eyes now covered by his dark shades again, protecting his eyes from the blinding sun. I nod, following him, it’s not hard to spot his yacht, it’s the biggest in the dock, but that’s not what makes it his, its fully a glossy black yacht, with FALCONE written boldly in gold at the side of the yacht. “here” he grabs my hand helping me unto the yacht I look around wondering why he’s suddenly acting like a gentleman after walking quickly behind him, without him

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

On the horizon, ships were approaching. They weren't the sleek, geometric destroyers of the Architect. They were ugly, rusted, and trailing black smoke. A flotilla of scavenged vessels. Fishing trawlers welded with armor plating. A container ship mounted with old artillery cannons. A cruise ship painted in camouflage dazzle patterns. "The Free Fleet," Silas identified them, peering through a pair of binoculars. "The remnants of the Atlantic Navy and the coastal survivors. They’ve been hiding in the fog banks for years." "Are they friendly?" I asked. "They're human," Mom said, checking the load in her pistol. "So... probably not." The lead ship a converted frigate named the Goliath sounded it

"I've always been curious about who chose that name. Why Black Queen?" Picking up the knife on the table, I twirl it around in my hand "Because my heart is as black as coal. Have you seen the American show that goes by 'Once Upon a Time?' the evil queen who coincidentally goes by Regina too has a black heart. The difference between us is that I'm not trying to be good. I won't hesitate to stick this knife in your throat and watch as you take your last breath" "Why does that turn me on?"