Pirate Chains Novels & Stories

He immediately jumped down from the spirit boat. Crack! The chain penetrated the spirit boat. Then, several chains appeared in the surrounding void. It was horizontal, vertical, or slanted. With kacha sounds, it pierced through spirit boat, stopping in midair. At this moment, the net made of these chains was like fishing net that sealed off the surrounding dozens of miles. And spirit boat was like a trapped fish. The terrifying might generated by the chain was now shaking from the sky to the ground. Even the seawater below seemed to have frozen.

"As do the Chain Keepers. They just don't know it yet." Through the window, storm clouds gathered despite the clear morning. But they didn't hide the moon, still visible, still watching, pulsing in rhythm with my heartbeat. "There's something else," Sarah said. "The chains in your dream. They're not metaphorical. The Chain Keepers have actual silver chains blessed with corrupted moonlight. One touch, and a wolf is bound to their will. They've been collecting them for years." "How many?" "Hundreds. Maybe thousands." I thought of my dream, Dimitri screaming, wrapped in silver. My father, suspended and suffering.

And in my experience, no one is ever completely clean. Kirk sits across from me, not even bothering to hide that he’s communicating with his team through mindlink. It makes my skin crawl. Mindlinks are a pack thing, which means he’s tied to an Alpha. Just what we need—another Alpha trying to stake a claim in a sanctuary meant for the rest of us.

“Both of us will end up with longer trade routes, and wider conflict zones. That means a great deal of capital moving through our respective wartime industries and conflict markets. It would bring both of us a huge economic boost.” “How? By making the pirates fat and happy? A wider conflict zone means more hijacked goods! It’s going to be a free-for-all!” Retholis scoffed at Kovakis. He felt that the human was far too short-sighted. How he had even received a rank of High Admiral was beyond the Swarmfather. “You’re using the wrong word for pirate,” he said. “You must mean privateer. We certainly give many of our mercenary pilots letters of marque. I have absolutely no doubt you do as well. T

It took a while, but eventually, he came up with the chains. “Here,” he'd tossed them into my hands. “Wrap this around him. It should be able to hold him…” “For how long?” I'd cut in. “Long enough to be able to figure out a way out of all of this.” I snapped back to the present again, once the memory had cleared. The chains shimmered like obsidian dipped in moonlight. The said chain buzzed with runes I couldn't recognize, and it made my stomach churn. I wasn't as knowledgeable when it came to werewolf lore and stuff, but even I could tell that these chains weren't meant for an ordinary wolf. They were meant to hold something ancient and twisted, something akin to what Darius had become.

And when it did, the chains would rise again. And he would have no choice but to feed them. ☠️ End of Chapter 2

The pirate asked in a deceptively calm tone. "We just not noticed. Just like you, our eyes have been on the shore. Oh look! That ship's mast is tilted. Guess I was right, four ships are in trouble." Xander rubbed his forehead. "I am surrounded by idiots," he mumbled, suddenly missing his former first mate that he had killed for stealing. "Captain?" The first mate asked, not understanding. "One, plus one, plus two, plus one equals five…" the pirate captain was on the edge of losing it as he held up five fingers.

“Exiles own the water, ma’am. Whatever your brother or the Captain told you was a lie. They have no idea what they’ll be facing. Exiles have granted us passage from time to time, but this ship is carrying two Royals. I doubt they’ll look the other way now.” “My brother has sailed these seas for years.” “He’s a Prince. You’re a Princess. Do you know what a pirate would do to get his hands on you? They’d defy every law in the book to capture a gem like that.” I felt queasy. “My sister has sailed this very journey. I think we are fine; all due respect.” He smiled and I realized why they called him Fang. His canines looked like they’d been filed into actually fangs. “Your sister is not you, Prin

The chain lengthened through the wizard’s spatial magic, it seemed infinite. Frustrated to find that she had been snagged by the weapon a second time. Chiri cursed as her slow movements were unable to avoid it again. Her opponent, not waiting for her to strike first this time, threw the chain towards her. Its links looping around Chiri’s ankle she attempted to shake them off, when another ensnared her wrist. Wrenching the limb above her head painfully, she writhed against their pull. Her struggle in vain, another length of the chains was entangled around the opposite wrist.

The princess was about to fall because of her dizzy feeling but Randell caught her quickly so the princess didn't immediately fall to the ground. The princess still opened her eyes, her eyes still reflected the handsome pirate's face even though it was a bit blurry. When their eyes accidentally met, the handsome pirate was shocked by what Chandra did to him. Chandra raised her hand in the air towards Randell's face. The princess touched her palm to the smooth and soft cheek of the handsome pirate. This is indeed a bandit, a pirate who sails across the ocean whose only mission is to rob the town they land in. That's what those who know about pirates think. They are one of the seasoned thieves