Pirate Captain Charles Vane Novels & Stories

I wiped my eyes with my sleeves, nodding my head at him. "Yes dad. This is Charles, my first mate. He's studying to be a doctor and he's now the current alpha of original pack #3 of the original 10. He also developed a cure for vampire bites on werewolves. That cure is what gave us the cure for the ancient ones." I was so proud of my mate and all his accomplishments and I wanted my father to know them all. "That's very impressive young man. A cure for vampire bites. I never thought I'd see the day." He held his hand out, Charles took it and they shook looking each other dead in the eyes. The atmosphere felt intense, testosterone in the air.

“I’m not exactly a sports person.” “You will be after tonight. The energy is addictive. Hawthorne versus Westfield is always brutal—especially because of the captains. Brad Walker versus Sebastian Hale. Pure rivalry.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian Hale?” “Captain of Westfield. Tall, insanely talented, and actually a decent guy from what I’ve heard not the cocky asshole type like Brad and his crew. The stands go wild whenever he’s on the ice. Total heartthrob material.” She winked. “You’ll see why.”

he added, stepping around the bench to block my light. “I don’t scare easy,” I replied, standing up and fixing him with a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. Blaze looked good in the worst way. His hair was still wet from the morning shower, curling slightly at the ends like it had no idea how to behave. His shirt was slung over his shoulder, forgotten, leaving his chest completely bare and unapologetic. And of course, his smug little smirk was already in place. “Didn’t peg you for a repeat offender,” he said. “I figured one run-in with the Captain would send you packing.”

‎Leviathan then turned to one of his top generals in the army and his adopted mother's son, Larry. ‎“You are here by assigned the duty of taking care of the revolt in Vrendavin. You are to bring Charles's head to me before this week runs out. Am I understood?" He asked, his tone deep and hoarse. Charles has done a number of crimes against Leviathan's empire but this time he had crossed the line, and the penalty was death. ‎“Affirmative your highness. King Charles's head would be on your table before friday evening. This I promise you” Larry said, his voice bubbling with confidence.

a voice said, breaking the rhythmic hum of the ship. ​Kaelen Vane, the grandson of Kael and the spiritual heir to the Vane name, stood at the center of the bridge. He was twenty-four, with the same sharp, bronze-mapped jawline as the legends, but his eyes held a different kind of fire. He hadn't grown up in the Gutter; he had grown up in the canopy. To him, the "Black Bloom" wasn't a miracle of survival, it was the foundation of the universe.

She always has a new gist whenever we talk. I pulled off my clothes and took a quick shower. Once I was done I tried to do my assignment, and when that didn't work cause I was a bit distracted by images of a certain captain, I turned on my laptop to read a book and when that didn't work either, I simply gave up and lied down to sleep. And was inevitably assaulted with dreams about a dark skinned, curly haired captain. So much for being calm and getting a good nights sleep. Thanks for reading Please,

We both look back at the little house at the edge of the village, where everything we love is contained, for the moment. ‘Let’s talk about it, back at mine,’ he shrugs and leads the way. As we go, three more Elder’s fall into step around us. My Uncle, Alexander, the current pack Beta who is usually found travelling the world on business. He has a brilliant mind for numbers and invests the capital we make from our mercenary work. The village might look simple, but the Pack is incredibly wealthy. I just don’t have much need to wear flashy clothes. It doesn’t serve my purpose.

Leo tried to comfort me with a forced smile. "Fiona, you'll have another pup one day. Don't be so sad—" I cut him off, my voice hoarse and raw: "Where's Charles?" His body stiffened. His eyes avoided mine. That was all I needed to know. He hadn't come. Not even once. Not since I was attacked two days ago. Not even when our pup died. I smiled bitterly, tears spilling freely. "He's with Lisa and her pup, isn't he?" "So what am I to him? What was our pup to him?"

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.

I was so happy as they all were anchoring at the same time and me looking at different ships getting to thr same place at the same time. Captain Snape also arrived at our place. He Anchored his ship. He is the only pirates Captain I have ever seen to be a black man even though he has his crew to be white. All the pirates Captain gathered together and decided to walk inside the fog into the garden of Babbana. Some selected crew followed us while others are in the shore and some inside the ship.