Pirate Captain Charles Vane Novels & Stories

Mr Peter said and left them alone to talk. “Hello.” Vivian said nervously. “Hey, Vivian. I’m Charles you can call me Charlie.” Charles said, offering his hand for a shake, which Vivian politely accepted. Charles looked nothing more than twenty five years old yet he was the director, many would wonder how, apart from his baby face he was a genius with computers , especially designing and he has made a name for himself across the country as one of the best designers. “Nice to meet you.” Vivian said smiling.

"Elder Corina sent word through the coastal couriers. My house, my docks, and my men are at your disposal." "Rise, Master Vane," Elara replied, offering her hand to help the old shipwright up. "We are grateful for your roof. What is the state of the city?" Vane led us toward a heavy oak table near the central forge alcove, where a detailed chart of Oakhaven Bay was pinned beneath brass navigational weights.

" I gave him a smug smirk. "That was you? Charles told me about what happened during the alpha king meeting. I don't know how I didn't piece that together sooner." Rain shook her head in surprise. The name Charles rang a bell, but I couldn't remember who he was. "Who's Charles?" "Oh, he's my first mate. He's an alpha of one of the original 10 packs." She responded plainly. Rain's got a lot of surprises for me it seems. I kind of remember Charles now.

Dominic looked toward him. Voss wiped blood from his mouth. "The Alpha is the anchor." Rei stared. "Anchor?" Voss smiled. "Your bond may give you access to the network." He pointed toward Dominic. "But he's the one holding it together." Rei's blood ran cold. "Meaning?" Voss answered. "If you destroy the network..." He looked at Dominic. "...you destroy him." Rei stared at Dominic. His expression told her Voss was telling the truth. "No."

One in particular caught my eye. Dante Kade. Captain. Number 17. Ice-blue eyes. A name that came with a hundred headlines and at least five fangirl forums I pretended not to browse. He looked lethal. The kind of lethal that made smart girls run and stupid girls fall. I wasn’t here to do either. I tore my eyes away from the poster and squared my shoulders. The heel of my boot clicked against the tile with more attitude than I felt. I could fake it. I’d faked worse.

"If you kill us here, you’ll never get the core to function! Kael is the only one who can interface with it! You’ll kill your own golden goose!" The Captain paused, his sword tip hovering inches from Julian’s throat. "Vane has other methods. He doesn't need a living conduit. He just needs the raw material. And if we have to carve it out of your friend’s chest, so be it." "Vane is a fool!" Julian stepped forward, his eyes locked on the Captain’s. "He thinks he can control this, but look at the walls! The blight is already eating through the support beams! If you continue this, you won't be securing the treasury—you’ll be burying the entire district in a tomb of necrotic glass!"