Pirate Captain Charles Vane Novels & Stories

Van was baited, according to Charles. "Laura, you are excellent. Don't let him alter your identity!" Van said. "She's gone, man," Charles stated emphatically. "I don't think so," Van said as Charles backed away from me. "Kill him," Charles said as I forced Van to the ground. Van refused to fight as I used all of my strength against him.

He smirked at me everytime he caught me glaring at him. Xavier, followed beside me, his hands out to take the books I selected, his eyes never leaving me as he watched me stretch and groaned at an ache in my stomach. His mouth twisted with worry but I ignored him, placing the last book on the stack went back to the others in the den. Dane moved over, pulling the blankets back for me to snuggle under and then lay on his lap while I read one of the books he had open. "They said rouge merfolk stole it?" I questioned, wincing slightly as I realised I'd probably asked it before, but the Heat made me disorientated and my memory was cloudy.

Chapter 8 Alpha Miguel "You can't keep staying like this without a mate, Alpha. You need to find another mate, or better still, let's choose one for you. Thank the gracious lord that one can always have a chosen mate," Ralph, one of the chiefs utters, and I groan frustratingly while rubbing my forehead. This is the reason I detest coming to the castle, I prefer to live as a CEO peacefully amongst the human, but I can't deny the fact that I also have responsibilities here, right?

She was his mate, and instead of loving her, he banished her when she killed the love of his life...

But I knew he would recognize my mother if he saw her. My gaze snapped back to the ship. Evelyn and my mother were nowhere in sight. Good. "Patience, Commander. She was here. The bitch pushed me overboard," Charles sneered. He gazed over my men, looking pleased we were standing down. What else could we do? Fight and risk the women and children counting on us? Charles had reinforcements, coming back with a bite. The scrawny man looked at me, barking, "Where is she? The princess?"

Porter had an awe-inspired look on his face as he said seriously, “Don’t worry, Mr. Wade. I have already given instructions to my men. If we are lucky enough to meet any pirates, we will make sure to wipe out the pirates, leaving no one behind!” Charlie waved his hand and said, “Total annihilation would be meaningless.” Upon saying that, Charlie then said again, “Look. What these pirates usually like to do is kidnap crew members and demand a ransom. So, why don’t we let them come on board first and then capture them alive, asking them for a ransom instead?” Porter was slightly stunned, and he said with some excitement, “That’s a good idea! We will be giving them a taste of their own medicine

His right arm, encased in heavy white surgical plaster, throbbed with a burning, rhythmic agony inside its silk sling. Yes, Mr. Vance! The Vance Monarch, the Vance Sovereign, and the Vance Titan have all completely bypassed the southern straits, Harris, the chief logistics director, yelled back as he slammed his hands onto his keyboard. We went completely dark on the main maritime grid. We are entirely outside of Damian Thorne's primary shipping territory!

Albert sat across from him, sorting out the letters he had received from Brand's solicitors. His gaze intensified. Seventeen chest of gold, six of precious gems, nine of expensive fabrics. His eyebrows hitched, completely puzzled. Their fortunes were quite the lot, more than most noble men could ever have, Charles thought. He could not believe how much the pirates possessed. With a fortune as that, they could have chosen to go reside in the countryside, buy a small estate and live out their days working the lands. But he knew greed all too well and what it could cause. And pirates were famous for being a greedy bunch.

They knew I hadn't let a female come within ten feet of me in a decade without my curse driving me to tear them apart. Most of the elders dropped their eyes instantly, bowing their heads in silent terror. Commander Vane didn't. Vane was a mountain warlord with a chest full of jagged battle scars and an ego big enough to forget who held the throne. He stepped out from the main table, blocking our path to the raised high seats. His dark eyes ran down Daphne’s body—from her full chest, down her soft stomach, to the wide, voluptuous width of her thighs—with a slow, disgusting sneer.

“That’s impossible.” I wish he was right. Unfortunately, the evidence is sitting in my hand. The Veil. Hunters. Kidnappers. Collectors of supernatural power. According to history, they don’t conquer territories, they don’t start wars, they steal individuals. Rare individuals, powerful individuals,dangerous individuals. Individuals exactly like Naya. My stomach twists. Suddenly, the Oracle’s warning returns to me. “You have just taken a baby step. The world will need you to finish the rest.”