Harlock Space Pirates Novels & Stories

“They’re from the Morningstar family! Those b*stards have been forcing us to hand over the Crawford family’s assets for the longest time! As if that wasn’t already enough, they kidnapped Leo and Aiden as well! Either way, the now armless man goes by Harlo, and he’s here since today’s the deadline for us to hand our assets over!” explained Zack.

Hawk calmed down and said in a solemn tone, “Boy, don’t even think about trying to disturb my state of mind. How can you possibly be able to capture Hell Doyen? “I believe it must be Admiralporium that mobilized a lot of manpower to capture Hell Doyen, and I know you’re affiliated with Admiralporium! “Admiralporium gave you the Lightning Charmboard, right? Hmph! To think that I almost fell for your trick!” Kayson was rendered speechless. “Alright. That’s very imaginative of you.” Hawk said in a ghastly tone, “Even if Hell Doyen has been captured, he will be released from Admiralporium soon enough! I’m not concerned at all!” Kayson sounded curious when he said, “Ah? Eden Joy is so powerful th

Victor’s calm words echoes through the warehouse, his confidence unnerved the Syndicate members. Victor’s men stood ready, their weapons drawn and their loyalty unshakable. “Drop your weapons,” barked one of the Syndicate leaders, moving forward. He was a tall, scarred man with cold eyes. “Or your entire team dies.” Victor gave a smirk, his eyes sharp. “Do you really think I came here unprepared?” Before the leader could respond, a sudden explosion rocked the warehouse, shattering windows and sending fragments flying. The Syndicate members ducked for cover as Victor’s men took advantage of the chaos, engaging in a fierce firefight.

The pirates knew the planet had no naval power and entered to create a safe haven for them, heading towards the galactic sector of the Wave, 1364 DR, Telflamm humbly welcomed the pirates of the Dark-Shardkundilkkjaws flotilla under the command of Evgruth the Red, and the significant wealth they brought. time, an overwhelming number of pirates took over the ports of Telflamm, and their presence began to interfere with the Golden Path trade, as for pirates, crime levels and the ongoing refugee crisis turned public opinion against the ruler. Merchant Prince and the Coalition of Merchants. Telflamm 's collapse seemed inevitable.

I slam my hand on the table—blood lightning crawling across the holo, highlighting every swarm nest, every breach. **Celeste:** “Tell me how we kill them for good. No more watching.” The room exhales. A lead scientist—Dr. Harlan, gray hair, sharp eyes—steps forward, voice steady but urgent. **Dr. Harlan:** “If you’re who the reports say… we have orbital lances. Void-piercing warheads. Adaptive shields. But they evolve too fast. We need your system data—bond patterns, blood magic signatures, void resistance formulas.”

They'd been waiting for this news. “They’re pirates,” Lord Harnwick drawls from his position near the front, not bothering to hide the satisfaction in his voice. His round face is flushed with vindicated pleasure, his small eyes bright with malice. "Should anyone really be surprised that they struggle to follow laws not carved into driftwood with rusty knives?" His words trigger a cascade of cruel laughter, the sound bouncing off the marble walls like thrown stones. Someone behind him adds in a voice pitched to carry: "You can't expect wolves to behave like lambs in the shepherd's fold."

Ravenhold Bastille, their most secretive and secure facility, now stood there. His territory. His rules. Harlan finally arched an eyebrow and glanced up, impatience simmering in his steel-grey eyes. “Alisher’s a lawyer. He goes to prisons. That’s what lawyers do. Now get back to your desk—I’m busy.” The assistant hesitated, then cleared his throat. “He wasn’t alone, sir. He was with someone.” Harlan’s eyes narrowed. “Ms. Aria Harper from Ironhide Pack.” The room fell dead silent.

Harper had tied him to a heavy pipe with a rope so he wouldn't be thrown around by the ship's violent pitching. "Hold on, Sebastian," Harper shouted over the thunder, wiping his forehead with a wet rag. "Just a little longer." Suddenly, a different sound cut through the roar of the storm. RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT. Machine gun fire. The ship's alarm blared. "PIRATES! PIRATES BOARDING! ALL HANDS TO DECK!" Harper’s blood ran cold. Pirates. In the middle of a hurricane. These weren't desperate fishermen. These were professionals.

He would kill Armando with his bare hands. Hunter didn't know how he spent the next five days in the warehouse. There was only one thing on his head. No matter what, he had to get his Silvia back. And for her, he'd do any f*cking thing. After a devastating week, he was informed that Armando with his six men was on the move. He was heading somewhere. This was the first time he stepped out of his rogue pack. Hunter had heard about this rogue pack a long before. The pack of ruthless rogues who slaughtered people and stole from them. The kingdom had sent a troop to kill these rogues but they all ended up dying.

they growled, and with that, they hung up the communicator. It was bad news, whatever the problems, as long as he paid, he could hide and have any woman he wanted, from every race in space, if preferred, in fact, Goki charged a f*e to not say anything to anyone, greed was more powerful than fear and the reputation of being a maniac, she had contact with high-ranking officials, after all. They were crimes like robbery, kidnapping, murder, theft of an ambassador, and he was a space pirate who looted, boarded and intercepted other ships, so whoever Wyatt Rider Cosmos was, it was bad news.