Leprechaun Pirate Novels & Stories

They were unruly sea pirates who were in charge of the trading posts and the slave markets scattered in different small settlements. On the East of the island of Larne dwelled the inhabitants of the Great House Brockbank of the Leprechauns which also served as home to the minor clans of the fairies of House Kinsella who were in charge of potion making and the goblins of House Lonergan who were skilled laborers specializing in metal work and armory. They also served as workmen and mercenaries, ever ready to work for the highest bidder.

Taji’s POV: This can’t be truth; it has to be a lie; she has to be lying. There is no way she is a leprechaun; I would know if she were. All Fae learned about the history of the leprechauns. We were all taught to identify them and we knew to kill them on site. I have all seen pictures of how they look. They were ugly creatures; their skin was wrinkled and old looking. Lucky didn’t look anything like how they were described to us in school. She was beautiful, She had dark brown skin, bright orange hair and eyes; She was short. I thought the alpha’s mate and her family were short but even she towered over Lucky. I walked over to her with my hands in the air to show I meant no harm. “How did yo

CHAPTER 5 At night, the water current was pushing the ship away without sailing it, on its own cause. The pirates were all relaxing. A pirate was telling a story to some of the colleagues. ‘I remember when the war of Kinsale began. We all thought that it will be the end of Ireland.’ He looked at his colleagues, and discovered they were all listening to him, he continued, ‘the leader of the rebel was a very strong soldier. Hum, I’ve forgotten his name.’

The fresh ripe grapes harvested from its tree makes an aroma so rich it that all pirates who lived in this town never left the seats of our bars. Oh, those pirates. They must have gotten so well to the minds of our town, M’ri Kassia. There’s an old legend going around in this town saying that if in your sleep, you see a pirate endlessly breaking the wine bottles in your wine cellar, it’s a good luck for your business. Because they’re there to consume your wine for as many as they want. Many have testified for it but many had said it false.

—And the other two? —Gráinne Ní Mháille, better known as Grace O'Malley she is Irish, was the pirate queen of the 16th century and Markos Botsaris was a general and hero of the Greek War of Independence. —What an amazing collection you have. Queens, heroes, pirates and even Dracula himself. I'm impressed. — I'm glad you like them, mikrí mou magissa.- He kisses my forehead. —What did you call me?

The leprechaun doesn't move for a while until his whole body begins to move bit by bit until his black bulgy eyes open. The leprechaun begins to panic as he tries to use his powers but realises that he couldn't. He begins to get more vicious than ever. “What now? I think we need to compel him. He seems to be frightened and scared about something…I need to find out. It could help me calm him down.” Elena said searching for an ancient spell book. “M…me, n…need, c…clover.” The leprechaun said giving Elena a black seed.

Seis smiled as he poured Chad's tea and turned around to boil more water. "Yes!" Chad said, looking at Seis' back with regret. Seis placed the kettle on the stove before he said, "I was humiliated today. I should've kicked them out of Cloth Alley when they refused to learn divination!" Seis walked up to Chad and said, "Let me formally introduce myself. I'm Javier Leeds, one of the six Mystic Hexa Pirates. I was involved in the Mystic uprising 50 years ago alongside your grandfather, Top Jennings. But do you understand why we stole the Mystic Hexa Techniques six years ago?"

Rhychard said with a sigh. Catherine Bartlett just stared, slack-jawed, at the odd collection of creatures in front of her. "I don't understand," she mumbled. "How is any of this real?" She leaned forward, staring with wide eyes at Pux. "Are they leprechauns? Are leprechauns real?" "Leprechauns!" Pux shouted, gripping his hat as he hopped up and down, fists clenched. "Why do people be calling us bloody leprechauns all the time? Do we look green and obnoxious to you?"

Taller than anyone I knew, with broad shoulders and muscles that threatened to tear apart his green suit. And a cock whose outline I could see through his pants. It looked bigger than many entire leprechauns I’d seen in drawings. “I see you eyeing my cock,” he said. “That’s a good sign, considering what you’re here for.” “What I’m here for?” I asked. “You’re here for my pot of gold,” he said. “Or have I mistaken your deepest desires?” “My deepest desires?” I asked, mad at myself that all I seemed to do was repeat what the leprechaun had just said.

"They do whatever pleases them. Their mess is not my responsibility. Just go ahead and kill them or report them to the knights. Make sure you play with death very well." Ophelia suggests that "Why won't you command your pirate minions? You're the captain of the ship." "Pirate?" "Dad, what's a pirate?" "I don't do free favors." He shrugs. "It's not a— Alright." I calmed myself a bit. "Perhaps it's the compensation for the fray I had done. What do you want?" "Ten million gold!" "You just got a whole treasure, greedy," Ophelia says. "I cannot afford that. You won't mind if I report your pirate minions for the knights to capture them?"