Charles Vane Black Sails Actor Novels & Stories

Miro was right. Five ships. Black hulls. No lights. Moving in perfect formation. And on the lead ship, at the bow, stood a figure I recognized. Silas Vane. But he wasn't alone. Beside him stood a woman in white. Her hair was long and silver. Her face was hidden behind a mask. But her eyes — one blue, one red — burned through the lens. Dr. Reinhart. She wasn't dead. She wasn't dying. She had lied.

​The old first officer stepped up behind them, leaning against the column but his eyes burning with an unshakeable, historical vengeance. ​"You... you're dead!" Silas gasped, his face instantly turning a sick, bloodless white as his gaze darted from Vivian to Julian, and finally, locked onto the scarred face of his old first officer. "The Blackwater facility... Vane said you were secured!"

The red glare of the flare hung in the salt-heavy air like a bleeding star, casting a jagged, rhythmic light over the deck of the mangled gunboat as it pitched violently in the black harbor swells, Verina felt the world tilt, not from the waves, but from the impossible sight of the man standing over a pinned and gasping Miller. Silas’s father, Elias Vane, the original "Executioner" who had supposedly been buried in a watery grave ten years ago, looked like a specter forged from obsidian and sea-spray, his face was a map of deep, jagged scars and a decade of cold, subterranean exile, but his eyes were the same dark, predatory wells as his son’s. The heavy breathing of the two Vane men filled

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.

Jesus, I must be far, far drunker than I thought. He holds his hand out. “I’m Lucas Craven.” I just stare at him. He gives me a puzzled look and starts to move his hand away. I quickly put my hand out and shake his warm solid, calloused hand. “I-I’m Lilly, Lillian Blackwood”, I stutter, geez Lill, get a grip, remember he’s a douche bag that just spilled shit all over you…. still, he’s a good-looking douche bag. “I know, I’ve been watching you. I mean, I watched you sing.” He smiles ruefully, pointing at the stage, “You sound amazing.”

I'm not surprised. Killian Black isn't like every other wealthy bachelor in the city. I might dislike the man for no reason in particular, except he's a genuine asshole and a dick bag, but he's fine to the eyes. Killian Black is hot, sexy. He's that type of man you just can't get enough of by just staring at him. He's good looking, too attractive and that just seems to annoy me. He's an arrogant son of a bitch. I first encountered him the day he threatened to fire Keiran for nearly spilling a bottle of Scotch on him, and then he fired Kelly, Keiran's twin older brother, because he did a poor job of serving him his drink. I have never seen a conceited asshole like Killian Black before.

The morning after Inquisitor Vane’s ultimatum, the Blackwater River looked like a graveyard of iron. Three massive Southern warships sat anchored in the center of the flow, their steam vents huffing rhythmic clouds of grey smoke into the pristine mountain air. They were "teeth" of a different kind—not bone and sinew, but coal and steel. ​Rhea stood on the battlements, her fingers tracing the rough stone of the manor. Beside her, Elias was a statue of suppressed fury. The grey-gold veins on his neck pulsed in time with the thrumming of the ships' engines.

I kept my head down with my shoulders hunched, trying to blend in “Eli, you worthless whelp! Get yer scrawny arse up the mast!” Captain Black’s drunk voice boomed across the ship. Before I could even turn, I caught sight of him. Captain Black was a mountain of a man scarred and bearded, with a cock that he liked to wave around when he was deep in his cups. I’d seen it too many times..usually while he was rutting some poor captured wench against the rail before tossing her overboard.

The dirt that calls out freedom to her. Blake slides Selene's katana across the torso of a vampire, setting it in a ball of fire and turning to hit another target when he spots Carrie falling to the ground. His eyes widen in suspense and pride as he sees Selene standing in victory over her body. Tyler falls to the ground and is attacked by a massive vampire, but he shifts again to Asher, hitting the vampire in mid air with his snout and launching before him. Hovering over his victim and biting him right on his face, ripping his head right off his body.