Pirate Captain Charles Vane Novels & Stories

Thorne. Captain of the team that now owned my contract. The man whose championship trophy I'd stolen with a last-second, impossible goal three months ago. He looked even bigger up close, a mountain of muscle and simmering rage barely contained in a Vipers t-shirt and track pants. His ice-blue eyes locked onto mine, and the air grew thick, heavy with the promise of violence. "Valdez," he said, his voice a low growl that vibrated through the floor. "Welcome to hell."

Just the cold gray wind sweeping down through the bare pine trees, kicking up drifts of dead leaves against the stone gatehouse. Captain Vane’s heavy boots echoed loudly down the corridor behind me. He didn't bother to knock on the open archway; his face was grim, his iron breastplate scuffed with road dust. "Beta," Vane called out, his eyes shifting from me to Kian, who was leaning against the stone pillar near the map table. Kian straightened up instantly. "Give me the count, Captain." Vane swallowed hard, dropping a heavy leather dispatch pouch onto the scarred wood.

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?"

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.

Her eyes were cold, an eerie calm taking over her. After Wallace's brief outburst, his eyes red, he approached Jane, knelt in front of her, and clasped his fists in salute. "Commander Frost, the Romenian people are despicable! They feigned peace talks before, only to delay our actions. Now they're back, and the Drakonas Squadron has been wiped out. I can't accept this!" Charlie was his sworn brother. Before leaving the northern borders, Charlie had promised to save him a bottle of good wine for when he returned.

"Ms. Vance, the Vane shipping empire is hemorrhaging cash. Charlie’s latest expansion failed, and the board is panicking. They’re desperate for a buyout." "Good," I said, turning away from the window. "Sarah, you’ll be the face of this operation. To the world, you are the CEO of Vance International. I want you to offer them double the market price for the Vane family estate and the main headquarters. I want Charlie to think he’s being saved by a mystery benefactor." Sarah nodded, a professional smile on her lips. "And when we own the deed?" "Then I’ll show him my face," I replied. "I want to see the moment he realizes he sold his soul to the woman he called 'nothing.'"

Panni replied, her golden gaze shifting to the sky. Above them, the Vane fleet descended. Massive iron-clad dirigibles, held aloft by heated gas and humming with internal brass rotors, blocked out the moon. The lead ship, the Aurelius, lowered its docking claws. A platform descended, carrying Alistair Vane. He was bleeding from the clockshop explosion, his silk suit ruined, but his eyes were filled with a terrifying, religious fervor.

She is barely awake during the day, and my concern only grows with each day. Her fever is so high, and I'm eternally grateful that we don't have to be running while she is in this terrible state. The fishing village we found is ruled by a hybrid captain, who prefers to eat other hybrids rather than humans. His name is Charles—he has said nothing about a surname—and he is enemies with Marcus. Marcus wants to take over Charles' fishing and trade business with other countries, such as Denmark, but Charles isn't letting go of what he has started. The world isn't what it once was, and Charles is proud that he has established something.

Charles gritted his teeth. The next moment, Charles said, "He said that my Krueger family colluded with the monsters with wisdom on the island, cooperating with the individual cultivators on the surrounding islands to kill the merchant ships! He even added that the Thousands Spirits Island and the individual cultivators would get the property, while the mortals and cultivators on the ships would be fed to the monsters! But as a matter of fact, the Thousands Spirits Island never did something like that! On the contrary, Valdis was the one who killed the merchant ships by instructing his subordinates to do it! All the gold and silver jewelry needed by mortals in those merchant ships, or the sp