Pan Cast Blackbeard Novels & Stories

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.

In his left hand his holding an axe, swung over his shoulder. Beside him, in the centre, stood a broader, more imposing figure with his arms crossed. He is bald with a thick beard and heavily tattooed arms, making him look brutal and intimidating. His stance is grounded and confident, as if her is the enforcer of the group. He is wearing a long, dark red coat that looks heave and worn, with a slightly tattered hem. Underneath, he has a loose white buttoned up shirt. He is also wearing a wide-brimmed, weather-beaten hat and h tall, sturdy boots–suited for rough terrain. On the right side, stood a more refined looking pirate wearing a decorated coat and a hat adorned with feather. He holds a s

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?

I kept my head down with my shoulders hunched, trying to blend in “Eli, you worthless whelp! Get yer scrawny arse up the mast!” Captain Black’s drunk voice boomed across the ship. Before I could even turn, I caught sight of him. Captain Black was a mountain of a man scarred and bearded, with a cock that he liked to wave around when he was deep in his cups. I’d seen it too many times..usually while he was rutting some poor captured wench against the rail before tossing her overboard.

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.

He doesn't answer, just nods. I sigh and look around the diner. It's Saturday evening and a lot of customers are beginning to step inside. The bell on top of the door rings, signaling their new customer. I stare at this new customer and cuss underneath my breath. All of a sudden, the place seems small in the presence of my boss, Killian Black. He's dressed in a dark green denim jacket, and black pants. I don't get to stare at him for too long because his eyes meet mine at once.

It was the kind of smile you would expect on a swashbuckling pirate, capable of seduction and plunder in equal measure. His eyes were a haunting shade of onyx, the most profound I'd ever seen. They were more than just a color; they held an intensity, an almost overwhelming brilliance. A whiff of his cologne, spicy and tantalizing without being overbearing, teased my senses, hinting at a man who took pride in his appearance. But I shook my head in denial. No, this man was nothing more than an exasperating tormentor from my past. "What can I fetch you, sweetie?" the waitress interrupted our silent face-off, her notebook poised for my order.