Charles Vane Black Sails Novels & Stories

The thousands of blank, un-printed vellum sails above its decks billowed with our valley’s wind, their smooth surfaces free of lines, columns, or red ink. "That's not the Spire, Sara," Xander said, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that seemed to rise directly from the pebbles beneath his feet. "Look at the draft of the hull. It's riding high. It’s not carrying a cargo of iron type-set or filing cabinets. It’s carrying empty space."

The boat cut violently through the storm. Black waves slammed against the hull hard enough to shake every bone in Aria’s body while freezing rain whipped across the deck like needles. Behind them, the cliffs of Blackwater burned against the night. Even from miles away, the mansion still looked unreal. Flames consuming windows. Smoke curling into thunderclouds. An entire empire collapsing into the sea. And somewhere within those ruins, Richard Thorne had either died… or disappeared again. Aria didn’t know which possibility unsettled her more.

the council leader from my pack said. I walked and stood close to my father, hoping they would change their mind but I was so wrong about it. " I want to welcome both Packs to this gathering. It is with great pleasure to have you here. This gathering is just to inform both parties of the implications and what is required of the" he said. His voice sounded like a sword piercing through my heart. I swallowed hard as I tried to ignore the eyes that were on me. " This will lead to a blood marriage between both parties. Your souls will be bound together by dark magic from the moment the oath is taken. And none of you should hurt each other nor are you to betray" he said.

I became a ghost aboard the flagship. For three days, the heavy longship plowed through the churning, black waves of the Blackwater Sea. The rhythmic, deafening thud of the rowing oars vibrated directly through the wooden hull and into the soles of my feet, a constant, mechanical heartbeat that kept time with the growing dread in my chest. Above us, on the main deck, Kaelen’s voice constantly boomed through the fog. It was a high-pitched, psychotic rasp that demanded more speed, more discipline, more blood. I watched him through the iron grates of the cargo hold. He was a man consumed by a rotting, volatile madness, his grey aura flaring erratically whenever he stared toward the western hori

A strong hand clapped him on the back drawing his attention forward. “Look, see there!” Dean said, pointing to the Black sails coming around the corner. Gavin's first reaction was to grab a hold of Dean for touching him but paused. Gavin’s eyes spotted the ghost-like ship gliding across the ocean. It was still as haunting as the first time he laid eyes on it. It was a ship from nightmares but it was stunning. He spotted her golden hair as the ship drew near. The doom in his stomach fading slightly. The Evening Star pulled up alongside the Morning Star day and night at a stand still.

“Caleb is right. A defensive war is a slow execution. But Elara… we have a logistical nightmare. Normal wood rots the second it touches the Black Sea. Normal iron sinks. We don’t have a fleet that can carry thousands of wolves and Lycans across magically corrupted water.” I turned toward Vane, who was down the beach organizing the medical crews for the wounded Lycans. “Vane,” I called, letting the sharp, ringing authority of the crown carry. “My father’s archives. How did the ancient Lycans cross the Black Sea before the exile?” The towering commander froze. He slowly turned, that acidic green eye skimming away from mine for a heartbeat, then he bowed his head. “They didn’t build their own s

I was so happy as they all were anchoring at the same time and me looking at different ships getting to thr same place at the same time. Captain Snape also arrived at our place. He Anchored his ship. He is the only pirates Captain I have ever seen to be a black man even though he has his crew to be white. All the pirates Captain gathered together and decided to walk inside the fog into the garden of Babbana. Some selected crew followed us while others are in the shore and some inside the ship.

"I won't survive being owned." Kan leaned down, pinching Timothy’s chin, forcing him to look at the silver of his eyes. "You're only owned if I make you break, right? If I make you beg for the end?" Timothy gave a microscopic nod. "And only a Blackwell can make a Nash Ghost lose his mind," Kan stated, more than asked. "I... it’s a possibility," Timothy admitted, his voice trembling. "I know the Blackwell code. Gideon... he wouldn't force a man to crawl."

The burning skeleton of *The Leviathan* sank into the Pacific with a low, hissing groan that sounded like the final breath of a dying era. By 0800 hours, the black smoke from the harbor had merged with the gray morning fog, wrapping Blackridge in a heavy, protective shroud. The naval destroyer was gone, its multi-million-dollar hull broken against our concrete reefs, leaving the coast entirely under the unyielding law of the road.

He knew in an instant that it was Travis's ship. A three mass ship with dark sails. It was the complete opposite of The Morning Star. It was dark. Even the wood the ship was made out of was darker. It's dark sails had a white crescent moon with a small silver star that dangled off the end of the moon. It looked haunting as it sailed towards the open ocean. Ghostly against the dark sky. Gavin's throat felt like it was closing as he watched it.