Patchy The Pirate Death Novels & Stories

Doctor Thatcher cried, clearly fearing he had been found negligent in choosing to see his family. Freya smiled, not letting go of me for a second. “Not at, I decided to visit you! I want to tell you all, face to face, no rumours or lies, that Alpha Phillipe is dead. He was sadly corrupted and led astray by his second mate, the witch Ruth Corisca in the north. He has pushed our pack to the brink of bankruptcy and defeat but he is gone now.” “The witch remains though!” “Why are Shadowlands here in our pack!”

I could only convulse and twitch in pain while my body curled up. Meanwhile, I could hear a pirate shout, “Get the chains! This monster is about to attack! Get the chains and tie him up with it!” I looked at Dicken with worry, but all I could see were several pirates holding a thick, metal chain as they wrapped it around Dicken’s body. Only his tail had some room to move as he clawed at the metal chain. He kept snarling as he was in a deadlock with the pirates. It was evident that Dicken had been shot. His blue-colored blood flowed down from his body and formed several blue puddles on the deck. Even though he was hurt, he remained in a deadlock with them and didn’t seem to have any intention

The scent trail had disappeared with the tide, but they kept going, eyes scanning the vast expanse of water for any sign of the pirate ship. Hours passed. It wasn’t until nightfall that one of the scouts finally spotted something in the distance— A ship. Burning. The scent of smoke and burning flesh was thick in the air as Alex stood at the edge of the yacht, staring at the burning wreckage in the distance. The flames crackled and hissed against the ocean, casting an eerie glow over the bodies floating in the water. The stench of charred fur and death clung to the salty wind, turning his stomach.

I couldn't imagine what might happen if something went wrong at that event. I never expected this. Arianna had stolen everything from me, and still, it wasn't enough for her. She wouldn't even spare my mentor. I was spinning in circles, frantic, helpless. But there was nothing I could do. After all, I was dead. And in the very way I had always feared most. A double death, with a baby inside me. Only, it didn't happen on the hospital's operating table like I had imagined. No, I died in my lakeside cottage, alongside a little kitten who thought it had finally found a home, a new life.

Rough around the edges didn’t cut it—jagged was a better description. Lily had never seen so many scars, tattoos, and scruffy beards in her life, and was that…? She blinked. Yes, it was. One of them was actually wearing an eye patch. Even beneath his Stetson, it made him look like a pirate. Which she guessed wouldn’t be that far-fetched for this crew.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

“Where is your mate? Going to Canada without her.” Shaba asked. Mack’s hand went to his Mark before answering. “Dead, rogue attacked.” Mack lied in case Shaba remembered him. “Losing a mate is hard.” Shaba tells him. “Usually, the mark fades after a mate passes or is rejected.” Shaba says eyeing him suspiciously “Was that recent too?” Shaba asked.

As Garin heard this, his eyes widened in anger because he knew that only one thing could be going on below deck. In his anger, he ran his sword right into Pye's heart and watched him die a quick and painful death. Garin took out the sword and ran down below deck screaming Hannah's name as he went to find her. He got to be cell and saw the two pirates on top of his wife. By the looks of things, they were yet to have their way with her but had already begun. Garin flared with anger and screamed as he attacked them. The two pirates were drunk so it was very easy for Garin to take them out. He slit Al's throat with the sword and also swung it at Tahg who raised his hand on instinct.

My eyes stayed wide open, burning with fury that had nowhere left to go. The sound of gagging erupted behind Dad. The staff broke apart, covering their mouths as they turned away. Dad stepped closer, staring at the body hanging from the chains. His eyes bulged in horror. "What the hell is that?" He stared at the mangled flesh, where bone shards jutted out, looking unnaturally white. Even I couldn't deny how disgusting it looked. Marcus' voice broke as he finally yelled, "Alpha Jack, it's Ava! She's dead!"

Of course, if they knew that this encounter was going to throw them into a life that they would not have entered if they knew the price they would have to pay, they wouldn’t have been so excited. Chu Feng returned a couple of minutes later. In his hands was the last Wandering Pirate. The man was beaten beyond recognition and the smell of charred flesh filled the air. Isaac and Leslie frowned when the foreign stench filled their noses and infiltrated their systems. It seemed that Chu Feng had taken long because he was torturing the man for information. It was most likely that the man was caught a long time ago. In fact, he may have been caught even before Ming He’s fight with the others had b