Fox Pirate Novels & Stories

he said and sat back down. "If this person is going to hold our lives in their hands then I want to know who they are," Mariana stated boldly and Dare smiled at her. "Ah, my dear, Mariana," Dare cooed mockingly. "I think I can promise you, whatever he may be, whoever he is; he is loyal and will not put our lives in jeopardy, hmm..." He trailed off, letting his sentence drift off into nothingness, Mariana raised her eyebrow, a clear warning in her stare as she narrowed her eyes at Dare. Dare smirked, chuckling lightly. "He is a Fox. The last of the 8th. He has been under my care since I picked him up from the sinking sand. Saved his life and now he owes me forever loyalty."

It's so unnecessary, but whatever, I'll oblige his ego this once. "Looks like we didn't chase you off fully." The wolf is all jokes, huh? He chuckles like it's one, but we all know he isn't joking at all. I shrug. "I'm like a cat. I got nine lives." "Aren't you a fox though?" Misty asks. Yes, Capt. Obvious, I'm indeed a fox. My sarcastic remark is on the tip of my tongue when Maverick pierces me with a warning look. I swallow down those words regrettably. I take a deep breath like Maverick did and then I release it.

Then the little boat-shaped structure that wobbled when kids jumped on it. He tried everything. And I followed him through all of it. “Magic man! I’m pirate!” he yelled from the little wooden ship, stomping around dramatically. “Oh? What’s your pirate name?” I asked. He paused, thinking very seriously. Then— “Captain Fox!” “Good name.” “Renard is first mate,” he added, lifting the fox by the tail. “Of course. He is very qualified.” Aurora sat on a nearby bench. She wasn’t intervening; she was letting us… figure it out. I caught her eyes a few times and she’d give me this tiny nod, like she was silently saying you’re doing fine.

I had to see what she thought about superheroes and especially “The Fox.” “I got a random question for you. What do you think of the superheroes Lady Rose and General Storm? And what happened to their little fox?” I asked, hoping not to sound as nervous as I felt. “Uh? What do you mean?” Cindy asked, sounding confused. She probably thought I was crazy for asking some random question like that. BOOM The ground shook, and smoke filled the air. People were screaming. It was chaos. “What the hell was that?” Cindy asked. I grabbed her as the familiar smell filled my nose. It could only be one thing and it was not good.

I saw Fauve unbuttoning his polo, at nung nahubad na niya ito, isinabit niya isang kahoy. Pinagmasdan ko siya habang naglalakad papunta sa dagat at noong medyo nasa ilalim na siya, nilangoy niya ang distansya mula sa kinaroroonan niya papunta sa kung saan ang mga crew. I saw someone gave him the surfboarf that I used saka sumampa siya dito. Damn! I never thought that a pirate could be that hot. Inayos niya muna ang maitim at mahaba niyang buhok na wavy sa dulo pero naging straight dahil nabasa.

It was a simple, stylized silver fox—the emblem of Siren and the Corsairs. "The pirates," Julian breathed. "Siren came for her seat at the table." > D******D COMPLETE. > SYSTEM INITIALIZED. The lights in the barn went out. Then, every monitor, every tablet, and even the HUDs in the attacking helicopters flickered to life with a single, clear image. It was a wireframe model of a child's face, her eyes opening with a terrifying, ancient intelligence. "Father," the voice didn't come from the speakers. It came from every electronic device within a mile, a perfect, digital harmony. "The house is clean now. Shall I lock the doors?"

I picked the fly out of the bowl with my finger, wiping it on the crate I was perched on and looked around, taking it all in as though for the first time. "Why does the Persephone use sails and not engines? I know this ship has power. I saw the electric lights." "No one can see us if the ship's powered down." "What do you mean? A ship like this? It stands out, trust me." I stirred my oatmeal, trying to find the confidence to take a bite. "Captain Keaton is a traditionalist, you could say," Robbie breathed, wincing as he pricked his finger with the needle. "You mean a pirate—"

My name's Elizabeth Morgan, I'm 17 and a senior at Hillside High. If you didn't catch on, I live in this town called Hillside. We have lots of hills, and it's the most boring place I've ever lived. I don't recommend it to anyone. Anyways, back to the important stuff and the real reason why you're reading this. At my school, there's this one boy who is commonly known as the fuckboy. He's slept with every girl in our grade besides four of us. Those lucky four being myself, my best friend Ellie, and two other girls you'll probably hear about later.

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

My phone buzzed and a text message from Matt showed on my notifications bar. I sniffed and wiped my nose,then clicked it and saw his message: Matt: Mon Ami! Me: Hey, Matt. Matt:What's up!;) Me: I'm good. Matt: What's going on? Me: Nothing,I guess. Nothing you'd want to know. Matt: Tell me. Pleaseeeeeee. Me: No, see you tomorrow. Matt: :( hey,what happened to my jacket? Me: *Whistling* see you tomorrow. Goodnight.