Captain Charles Vane Black Sails Novels & Stories

I am so worried about how bad these dreams get each and every day. I know something is bothering you and as I always say, take me as your best friend and feel free to tell me anything and everything.’ Mariam, Susan’s mother says sweetly to her, to which she nods her head positively. After a little more conversation with her daughter, Mariam retires to her room to continue her sleep. ~> Introduction to characters. Susan Parrish, female protagonists/ Black’s mate. There’s going to be a lot of her POV’s. Jones Black[Abbadon], male protagonist. There maybe a considerable amount of POV’s in his name.

"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.

he shakes his head, grabbing a few documents from the side and reading through them, paying no attention to me anymore. I stay quiet and the trip takes 20 minutes when we appear in the docks, one I’ve never seen before, and I can guess why I’ve never been here before, my sandals hit the gravel pathway as Leonardo walks ahead of me and I follow behind patiently, the docks are lined with the largest and expensive yachts I’ve ever seen in my life, I walk forward catching up with Leonardo, what are we doing here? I thought we were going to sign the documents. “And you assumed it would be in some office? He stops brows raised

"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?"

We have all lost and gained comrades in the never ending wars. I am the only girl on this ship and I am fiercely protected. No other girls are allowed but since I am Nate's sister the crew learned to tolerate it since Black Blood took me and Nate under his care. Nate has been so angry for so long since Black Blood died in his arms. Nate believes it was his fault that he died. His fault that our only father figure passed under his care. It was the first week of Nate's training to become captain of his own pirate ship. Black Blood was training him to gain his own ship and crew and never expecting to pass so early. He was murdered by something other than human.

“No more drills tomorrow.” Silence follows. One captain blinks. “Alpha?” “You heard me.” “But we’re almost ready….” “No.” Tyson’s voice leaves no room for debate. “We’re fighting a battle, not running ourselves into the ground.” His gaze sweeps across the room. “I need warriors who can think. I need witches who can cast. I need commanders who can make decisions. Not corpses who collapse before we reach the battlefield.” That settles it. The following day becomes the quietest day MoonHaven has seen in weeks.

​Cassian’s POV ​The Iron Fleet did not glide upon the waves like the bone ships of the Archon. They plowed through the water, their massive, dark hulls cutting the red-stained surf with a mechanical indifference that made my blood run cold. There were no sails, no oars, and no shimmering siphons of glass. Instead, thick, black smoke belched from iron chimneys, staining the morning sky with a soot that tasted of sulfur and progress.