Charles Vane Black Sails Novels & Stories

she acknowledged after taking a short sip on the drink. “Stop distracting yourself and keep your eyes open.” The lady rolled her eyes at the statement. Hyde strolled over the counter and got himself a glass of whiskey, while Adeline set herself on the table in the corner where she could have a better perspective around the hall. “Agent Black, set.” He whispered after activating the earplug hidden in his ear. “Agent White, set.” In a short while, Adaline activated her device, too.

October 1804… The white children played joyfully as the gentle breeze of the cold wind brushed against them that day. The citizens of the Kingdom of Sadan were busy preparing for the war that would take place the next day, but unknown to them, the black vampires would attack that very day. The blacks sought revenge for the assault once launched by the whites, an attack that claimed the lives of thousands of their people. Along with those deaths came the gradual loss of their wealth, their weapons of war, and their trusted leaders.

He walked out of the cabin and was about to take over the task of steering the boat from Eira when water lapping sounds started coming from nearby at that moment. “Swoosh!” The seawater’s sounds were strange. Ambrose subconsciously looked to the sea. He was instantly stunned as what he saw made him shudder and gasped! Uh…uh… At that moment, Ambrose’s jaw dropped as he thought he was hallucinating. He then rubbed his eyes with a face full of shock! He saw thousands of sailing ships majestically sailing nearby on the sea. It was indeed more than a thousand of them! Those sailing ships were flying a black flag with a white shark embroidered on it. The contrast of the black and white was jarring

His right arm, encased in heavy white surgical plaster, throbbed with a burning, rhythmic agony inside its silk sling. Yes, Mr. Vance! The Vance Monarch, the Vance Sovereign, and the Vance Titan have all completely bypassed the southern straits, Harris, the chief logistics director, yelled back as he slammed his hands onto his keyboard. We went completely dark on the main maritime grid. We are entirely outside of Damian Thorne's primary shipping territory!

The marina was a symphony of clinking rigging and the low, expensive hum of engines. The Obsidian Star lived up to its name, a massive, predatory silhouette of black steel and glass that dwarfed the surrounding white cruisers. As they stepped onto the polished teak deck, the air was already thick with the scent of sea salt, expensive sunblock, and chilled alcohol.

I nodded to him. They both stood straight. I looked at them and smiled, "I am glad that you both are standing here confidently prepared for the fight. Our first target will be the spirits among the Magical White Wolves. You both must know the location of the Black Cave where the Black Rose was." They both nodded. "We will go there. As for how the evil spirits are going to come there then leave that to me. So, are you both ready for the charge", I stared at them. They both nodded.

“If we go by Kael’s vanguard speed, and the currents along the Western Ocean, we’ve got maybe three days, four if we’re lucky. And Luna, Kael brought fifty ships. The Imperial Missive we intercepted… it says the Emperor is bringing over three hundred. We don’t have enough Black Summit engineers to pull off sabotage at that kind of scale.” Silas spoke next, voice thick, arms crossed so tight his shoulders looked carved. “If three hundred iron dreadnoughts park in our harbor and start firing, the Capital turns to gravel in an hour. Our Sun-Fire wards were made for vampires, not Old World artillery.” “Then we don’t let them reach the harbor,” I declared, my mind already sliding into the tactica

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

And anchored in the center of the dark water was a ship. It wasn't an Imperial dreadnought. It was a sleek, black-sailed schooner. It looked fast and mean. "The Nightshade," Tristan breathed, a smile breaking through his exhaustion. "I recognize the rig. That’s Captain Vane’s ship." "Vane?" Saoirse stiffened. "General Vane?" "No relation," Tristan assured her. "Captain Silas Vane. A pirate, a smuggler, and a man who owes me three thousand gold credits from a poker game in Oakhaven."

"Kailangan natin ang stealth na 'yan." ​Napilitan si Liam na ikonekta si Vane. Sa isang iglap, ang Black Phoenix ay naglaho sa paningin ng mga radar ng Precursors. Ang barko ay naging kasing-itim ng kalawakan. Ngunit kapalit nito, naramdaman ni Liam na dahan-dahang kinukuha ni Vane ang kontrol sa sub-systems ng barko. ​ANG PAGKITA SA MOTHERSHIP: THE CROWN OF SATURN