Greybeard The Pirate Novels & Stories

From that point on, Marcus vowed he’d have nothing to do with Lord Blackstone again. That was when Benjamin Ludlow entered his life. Marcus, still in his youth and thin as a rail, met Ludlow on the docks. They struck a conversation and, desperate for a Father figure, Marcus decided to sail the waters with the kind man, never knowing the stranger was the fearsome pirate, Captain Hawk who was looking for someone to replace him. The office door opened, pulling Marcus from his memories. Gabe walked in and grinned. “There you are,” his friend greeted. “I have some news.”

the Pirate Lord raised his cutlass sword, causing it to glow against the darkness, “I command most of the tides … conquered the western seas … and ruled the ocean storms.” “I care nothing about who you are … or what nonsense titles they call you,” Tristan replied, “It doesn’t change the fact that you are but a worthless thief. You steal trade supplies from ships and collect valuable possessions from the passengers. How much worthless can you be?” The Pirate Lord’s face flushed into anger. “I’ll make you regret what you’ve just said and beg for your life, you filthy scum. I am the Lord of the Western Seas.” His sword flashed and blinked as if a shadow passed.

“What nonsense are you talking about? The Great Alpha is dead.” Brayden didn’t take part with the girls’ argument. Instead, he made his way towards the gate where half of the dirty-looking men with torn clothes has already entered. The pack made way as he passed, and then Brayden stopped halfway. He looked at every face, searching the sender of the small note. “Greetings, son.” – said a man from the back of the group. Right then, he appeared from the middle of the group. A huge man with a scar across his left eye, making him look like a retired pirate, only that he didn’t wear an eyepatch. He gave a grin, and his front tooth was chipped.

"Just you wait. The pirates would surely attack Liam first!" Right as the trust fund kids were mocking Liam, the dozen pirates already climbed up to the deck of the yacht from their speedboats. The pirates just looked like they were living by the sea all year round. They were strong, their skin was tanned, and they were speaking in a dialect that the crowd could not understand. The leader was a tall and strong man. He was 190 centimeters tall and was in his 30s. His skin was tan from being exposed to the sun all year round, and he had a ferocious scar across his face.

“Big Brother Tyr, Skeleton Island is home to the largest pirate crew in this part of the Imperial Capital City’s seas. Why would you suddenly mention that group of pirates?” “You don’t have to know the details. I just want to know, do you have a connection to those pirates?” Tyr asked. Andras looked somewhat torn. From his reaction, Tyr could tell that this guy must know some of the pirates on Skeleton Island. But due to some special circumstances, he did not dare to admit it frankly. Tyr pulled out the fruit knife from the apple and said, “Andras, I’m not a very patient person. On top of that, I have some news for you. Yesterday, I crippled Garth Cheever. His condition is far worse than you

There it was—an unmistakable outline that sent chills down her spine: a rival pirate vessel, its black flag snapping proudly in the rising wind, a blood-red skull etched into the fabric—a symbol of doom that heralded chaos and violence. The crew reacted as if electrified, a chorus of panic and determination flooding the air around her. “It’s Blackbeard’s ship!” another crew member shouted, eyes wide as fear laced through their voice. The notorious captain was infamous for his ruthless tactics, and the bloodlust that accompanied his crew was legendary. “We’re outnumbered!”

The Blood Sherlock Four Sisters put Ambrose and Eira on the deck once they reached the huge pirate ship. “Woo!” At that moment, Ambrose was baffled upon seeing what was in front of him! He saw a few hundred pirates standing neatly in rows surrounding the entire deck with all of them holding long sabers in their hands. A huge throne made from giant fish bones was placed there at the front of the ship. On it was a burly man. The man looked to be around 35 years old. He had angular facial features, a memorable face, and bronze-like skin. At the same time, his entire body was filled with an explosive energy that emitted a suffocatingly powerful aura!

Even bloodthirsty pirates wouldn’t dare stand against him. “Do not…touch…my…Linda.” Dicken cast his gaze onto me before sweeping to the group of ruthless pirates. His lips revealed a threatening smile as his throat released a deep sound resembling a growl. This must have been the first time these pirates had encountered such a ferocious creature. They couldn’t help but take several steps back in terror. Even their grip on their guns and rifles weakened as their hands shook.

One of those people was wearing the uniform of the Red Rebel Raiders. “That guy is one of my dads pirates!” exclaimed Kariya. Kariya and Dream Chaser got their beer then moved up to get a closer look at the pirate. “So you’re the new leader of the Sky pirate crew huh?” said a man to the pirate. “Yep, its too bad that Ophilius isn’t around to see this.” Said the pirate. “What happened to him.” “Just between you and me, I sold him out to the Grand Council for stealing the Wing Regalia.” Replied the pirate.

Fighting is what I do best, not marriage or assuming my position of King so soon, but desperate times means desperate measures. Travis pauses before speaking and I'm immediately annoyed by his hesitation. "Spit it out already!" I bark out. He flinches, "Yes sir! Right away sir. Well... erm, there's been a sighting." He stutters out. "A sighing of what?" I ask moving closer to Travis. Ugh it's probably another shark or something. "A ship. A pirate ship. Black and silver sails and a dark wooden body. In.. in Crab Cove." He stammers.