How Blackbeard Died Novels & Stories

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.

But that did not matter now, because all the people fighting were busy playing a risky game of life and death. Dash caught up to the man in black and stabbed at him with Fawn's sword. Blackie jumped back to escape the stab but was too slow. Dash jumped after him. The sword slid into Blackie's body like hot knife through butter. He proceeded to twist the sword, pull it out and stab again until Blackie was completely dead. Dash finished it all by beheading him. It was not being extra in Dash's book. It was called being thorough. The man in black was not part of the skilled five. There was Colt, Platoon, China, the pretty lady and the last one had his brain fried by Gene.

But it was too late for him. My sword pierced his back and protrudes from his stomach before he took ten steps. He screamed as I pulled my sword from his back, the sound resounding in the entire forest. I flipped him over and watched as his expression contorted, as he pressed his hands into his stomach. “For the crime of blackmailing the Alpha King, I sentence you to death by beheading,” I murmured, raising my sword and hacking off his head. Blood splattered everywhere, staining my trousers but the boulder on my chest was finally removed. I breathed freely for the first time since I heard of this bastard’s existence.

Even the people with Yukita Ganbe were flabbergasted by this. “Core Formation expert!” “There’s actually a Core Formation expert among them!” Yukita exclaimed in surprise. In the next second, the man dressed in black who was pulling a chain was engulfed by the flames. The arrow had killed him instantly. Right after that, second and third arrows were fired! The three men dressed in black were killed one after another. Loud cheers erupted from the boat. Meanwhile, the boat Yukita and those Blood Cult disciples were on had also gotten closer. Klang! Klang! Klang!

In the counter shooting, Rustenburg fell. Grey, quickly taking over, made all the remaining men prisoners, seizing the Prince and putting him in stocks. He was as venomous as a young snake though, and in the end, the sailors of the ship unanimously had him thrown overboard. Infiltrating the other ship, however, they found the Rajah was dead. The Prince had killed him during the squabble. They felt secure though, for most of the ‘pirates’ were gone.

The underworld never slept, and tonight was no different. Grace sat at the long table while swirling the whiskey in her glass. The men around her spoke in hushed tones, but she caught every word. She had been raised in rooms like this. This was her world. But tonight, she knew something was different. "Have you heard?" a man to her left spoke in intrigue. "Adrian Blackwood is dead. Assassinated in Raeburn Asylum." A ripple of murmurs spread across the table. Some smirked, others leaned in wanting to join in the talk. Grace didn't react. She simply lifted her glass to her lips, taking a slow sip, pretending her heart hadn't just clenched at the mention of her cousin's name.

When he came in, he was surprised by the picture in front of him. Emma saw him coming, turned over to him, and cried: "... Edmend Black, he... he went." Teddy Black’s body a stiff, stretched out his hand to push her away, went straight to the bedside. Eva Black turned his head and his eyes were full of tears: "Grandpa was killed." "Don't talk nonsense." Teddy Black suddenly loudly, eminence veins clear, stretched out his hand to grab the Edmend Black's hand. Tentacles are cold!

Dark read about the Black Card while everybody was busy. "Name: Blake Aniston Rodriguez. Cause of Death: Gunshot wounds to the head. " "Time of death: 12h32." Dark and the Doctor said immediately. The noisy machine can be heard, it sounds straightforward. On the monitor of a device, you will notice the line Dark coloured red while the machine is noisy. Blake chuckled. "I'm dead. I'm dead? My child is still Dark. I'm only twenty. But I'm dead?" Blake sat weakly on the couch. He couldn't believe it.

This must be how those 130 people died! Blackie felt sick to his non-existing stomach from the IQ-negative dialogue he had been forced to listen to, “…I’m pretty sure those 130 died due to a deer-caught-in-headlights car accident…” Noah finally took a moment to respond, but his response made Blackie want to cough up blood: “Blackie, I remember you mentioning how you come with many super useful functions. Do those functions include a mute button?” Blackie: “…” (ꐦ ◠‿◠) ‘Heh… heh… sure… that’s why I won’t be saying a word later when you beg me for help after your “good brother” rams his thick cock into your little virgin ass!’

He collapsed to the ground, convulsed a few times, and fell silent. Cade inspected him and reported, "My lord, he's dead." Douglas remained impassive, his expression cold. "Take his body to Beaker Island as my reply. Also, send word to Harvey and the others. Give them 30 minutes. "If I don't see them within that time, then the Sunnigh Commerce Association, the Crosses, the Avilas, and the Hornes have no reason to exist. By today, they will vanish from Goldspire!"