Flynn Pirate Novels & Stories

Flynn put his cigarette out and pushed his hands in his pockets. He glanced around casually and considered another cigarette. It was going to be his fourth in the past hour, so he decided against it and pushed his hands deeper in the pockets of his jeans . His burn mark had healed, but everytime he thought of Killian, he remembered the scar he was going to have because of him. “Fucking psycho. “ Flynn muttered. Killian was supposed to be in the sick house, not inheriting the biggest, the strongest and the most influential criminal syndicate not only in Europe, but most likely in the whole world.

In the firelight, everyone’s faces seemed ghostly. I shifted on my perch, stretching my stiff legs when Cole spoke up. “Where’s the informer?” His hand tightened around mine, and a crease formed between his brows. Flynn had mentioned an informer had approached him at the coast before he boarded the ship to Windsburn. Flynn shook his head. “Fled. But he left this,” he said, pulling a piece of paper from his pocket and handing it to Cole with a solemn expression. Cole scanned the note swiftly. His lips parted for a moment, then pressed tightly together. His gaze lifted back to Flynn, and his frown deepened.

She opened her eyes and could see how the pirate looked at her with fascination as she continued petting her. “You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen in the ocean,” Charlotte said keeping her eyes on Marina’s. The siren blushed with the commentary, and she also had to admit the pirate girl was one of the prettiest living beings she had ever laid her eyes on. Sure, back at home there were beautiful sirens and stunning merman, but Charlotte had something that made her more beautiful than all of them. This thought made Marina felt confused. Why was she thinking that the human girl petting her was more beautiful than other sirens if she had just met her? Why did she not feel rage o

I laughed out loud before I could stop myself. “I'm a man of humour, but I didn't make a joke.” He raised a brow. “My apologies, but it is indeed funny. So, if I’m thinking right, you think I’m some descendant of the Venegans? I’m Aria Flynn of the Flynn pack, and the Flynn blood runs through my veins.” My voice was firm. “Hm, I see. Now te ll me, what do your parents look like?” He tilted his chin. It was a question I had no answer to.

he remarked. Their whispering irritated the pirates. Others warned them about the whine, but the one who spoke was the only one who understood and could speak English. "Don't dare to flee; we'll kill you before you do!" Said to be fluent in English. The two noticed that its teeth were made of gold. They silently stared at each other, saying nothing. Phantom stopped because it was pirate with an eye patch which dragged Savannah away. The man with the eye patch is their Captain, and he tried to touch and grab Savannah, which irritated Phantom.

They were relentless. I kept to my chamber longer than usual, clutching the necklace to my chest and forcing myself to wear the imitation instead. Flynn vanished for hours, muttering about finding food, about his quick hands and quicker feet. I told him not to, but hunger argued harder than caution. He returned with a stolen sack of bread and meat, and though guilt twisted in me, I accepted his offering. My body needed what my pride refused. Halfway through our meager feast, a sound split the night. A low, guttural wail, nothing like the usual cries of beasts from the forest. Flynn stiffened, head tilted. “Did you hear that?”

A maid asked, and I turned to find Julian comfortable on the sofa. “Wine,” he said; the maid nodded and left. The clicking sound of shoes could be heard from the long, curvy stairs; we both turned our attention to the direction of the noise. A man, probably in his late fifties, dressed in a blue turtleneck and black jeans, walked down. “Liam Styles,” he called with a chuckle. “I am Marcel Flynn, the master of the Flynn family,” he introduced with a smile, which was rare to spot on a powerful mafia’s face.

Flynn’s tone abruptly became stern,“ Clare, you're willing to start a fight between the two families and end the partnership in exchange for an assistant? I'll demonstrate to you my abilities with this assistance." Joseph, say "Flynn, release her quickly. What do you want?" Clarence had a chilly voice. Flynn became more composed and said, "It appears that you value this assistant highly. Clare, I didn't think you would have to deal with this. Your assistant is waiting for you to save her after being heavily drugged with ecstasy. What is your emotional state?"

There was a hard glint to his eyes that spoke volumes of what he was capable of. As he stared with disinterest at the demarcating glass, Flynn knew at that moment how he was able to evade suspicion from the whole town before he had stabbed Clarissa with that pair of scissors. Looking at him. People would have seen a man of authority. Someone who would only think about the good of others. A person who looked as harmless as a dove. Perhaps, if they had looked close enough, they might have realized that it was all an act. With a more collected thought, Flynn pushed the door open and strode into the interrogation room. *********************************************

It was that fool Flynn. Flynn hadn’t shown his face at the packhouse in weeks, not since our argument about diverting pack funds to flood defenses that I insisted were unnecessary. “There is no fucking flood coming," Outlaw boomed in my head. "Flynn is just trying to predict a flood so he would look like the better, and the rightful, Alpha. Just because we had been receiving help from him over the years doesn't mean he is the better Alpha. He already gave up his right to you.”