Pan Cast Blackbeard Novels & Stories

At dawn the next day, arrogant laughter echoed over Shallow Bay. "What brat dares collect protection fees in my waters? Tired of living?" Three black sheet-metal boats armed with heavy machine guns charged into the market perimeter, smashing several small wooden rafts that had been waiting to trade. On the lead boat stood a one-eyed man wearing a black eye patch. One-Eye, boss of the Black Flag Gang. It was said he was a B-class sequence user whose ability strengthened his body. He had bullied this stretch of sea for a long time.

I just don’t think anyone could ever imagine the consequences would be so nefarious. I’m in the middle of ordering a cocktail from the bar when I feel a soft hand gently brush against the healing wound on my shoulder. “You should be more careful, Miss Blackheart. Such beautiful skin should never be tainted,” says Hexton in a low voice as he leans against the bar. If we were anywhere else I would gladly cut off his hand and wear it as a necklace.

She fidgeted in her seat, her eyes darting anxiously to the entrance each time someone walked in, her heart leaping with false hope again and again. Until finally—A man in a tailored business suit entered. “I’m sorry for the delay,” he said, approaching the officers. “The boss is currently in a meeting. I was sent as his representative.” Belle looked up. Her heart sank. It wasn’t him. “This is the CEO’s black card,” the manager explained eagerly, showing it to the man. “We recognize it anywhere. Only a few people in the country own one. Yet today, it was used by… her.” His tone carried thinly veiled disdain.

I pushed the door open and stepped inside and the first thing I saw was him. Of course. Chance Black. Sitting at the far end of the bar, back straight, shoulders squared, one hand wrapped around a glass. He was dressed in black again. Always black. Sleeves rolled just high enough to show the edge of a tattoo, hair pushed back from his face, eyes sharp. I froze for half a second. Then I muttered under my breath. “Of course he’s everywhere I go.”

Fresh. Her left eye twitched violently. She stepped closer. There— A small body. Black Panther. The cub was skeletal, covered in wounds. No breath. Clar dropped to her knees. Her fingers trembled. Tears fell. If I had come earlier… Would he still be alive? Grief slowly hardened into anger. Who would do this— To a child? She searched for clues. Nothing. Only the body. Beastfolk approached. Some screamed. Some whispered. A few smaller cubs even kicked him.

"WIIIIEKKK! WIIIEEEKKKK! WIIEEEKKK!!!! The lava breathing boar squeak in protest. 'You cheater! You're not a beast! You're simply a monster! Stop messing around with me!' It wanted to shout but unfortunately, this beast is not capable of speaking. The beast wanted to run as far as he could. Away from the terrifying black panther who was slowly walking towards him. Yet, he cannot muster the strength to do so. He loses his strength and the will to fight as soon as his eyes lock eye contact with the black panther. Its ancient aura radiated and it affect the beast's psyche.

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.

As expected, men with tattoos and beards are drinking rum and eyeing us with ill intention written over their features. I stop dead in my tracks, whispering at Hayden. "I don't think these people will sell us one of their boats." Hayden peers down at me, then lifts his eyes to the bartender—an older, round lady with her red hair caught in a ponytail. She is drying a wine glass with some cloth, and her unbothered expression tells me she has been through hell and back. Hayden walks up to the lady, parking his thick, muscular arm on the bar desk without caring about the men glaring at him. There are a group of three pirates drinking next to the bar desk, and they don't look happy when Hayden en

Harry's casual demeanor faded away. "Do you know Peter Black?" I asked. "The infamous mafia boss and CEO of Black Group?" "Exactly." I shared everything I knew with Harry, including my mistakes. He understood my actions in the aftermath, but also acknowledged that this Peter Black seemed to be a significant figure, a typical mafia type. I mocked him, suggesting that if Black was truly typical and only used his fists, would Neil be in harm's way?

Before Dominic could step forward, a massive, black-iron battle axe swung through the fog, smashing into the stone pillar right above Regnar's head with a shower of deadly sparks. Out from the mist strode the leader of the heavy division a monstrous, scarred bear Beastkin named Vane. He stood over seven feet tall, his massive torso covered in thick leather armor and heavy iron plates. His dark, wild eyes locked onto Dominic, a malicious, guttural laugh escaping his throat.