Pirate King In Waiting Novels & Stories

“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

It was crazy that that was what he was worried about a time like this, but there it was. "Let that serve as a warning anytime you dare speak to a king that way." Bran wasn't even out of breath and the rage was still burning a fire inside him. "The only reason I'm not fucking killing you right now is because you have something to tell me—which I am not the slightest bit interested in hearing, mind you, but I cannot allow my precious time to be wasted." Before any man in the room could blink, Bran was sitting on his throne again, his fingers drumming on the armrest. "I assume you know better than to keep me waiting. At least, if you didn't before, you do now."

The King shouted. “I am Dimitri. I have come on the orders of my leader with a message.” He said as he offered a slight bow. “And what is this message?” The King asked. “You have a traitor amongst you.” Was all this Dimitri said. Koa and the King looked at each other for a second and then turned their attention back to Dimitri. “And I should believe you why?” The King asked. “Don’t believe me. What do I care? But my leader thought you’d might say that so I’ve been ordered to tell you that if you don’t heed my warning, we will take our land back.” Dimitri had this devilish smirk on his face.

Mr King Keisha Martins is what you would call a thief. A good thief; at least that's what she says. She practically steals from the bad people and delivers to the good people; at a hefty price, of course. And she reckons it's a win-win situation. Bad guys lose, the good guys win and she gets some hard-earned money in the She is quite content with her perfect little existence and risky way of living because hello, adrenaline? Yes, she absolutely loves the adrenaline that comes with the danger.

He was waiting for something. A message popped up on his phone screen, and his lips curved into a smile. Finally, the signal he had been waiting for had arrived. His men in charge of surveillance had cleared him to launch his attack. Now, the only thing that stood between him and Rashel’s life was time. The time it would take for his men to get to her.

"I want to see the King's mate, at once!" With that, a meeting was set up between the King's mate and her. Getting to the meeting spot, Witch Pariah waited patiently for her to show up. She hopes to be able to convince the mate to help the king. There was no way a mate would watch her king go unconscious and never do anything to help. Mistakes are meant to be made, and forgiveness is bound to be given. The moment the King's mate approached, Pariah began to feel her wolf uneasy; she felt a strong and powerful wolf coming her way, and Pariah became desperate to know who owned such a powerful wolf.

She felt like she was going to be eaten alive if she looked into them for too long. "H-hello," she stammered, dropping her head under the intensity of his gaze. "My name is Kendra Wilder." "Miss Wilder, it is a pleasure to meet you," the other man, whose gaze isn't still consuming me, said as he stood up, offering his hand to her. She took it nervously, though she gave it a firm shake. "My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand."

King Xavier stood watching the soldiers before him when he felt Mia come to stand beside him. In her presence, he took a breath of confidence. She should have been with him all along, but Kim cried for her, and she told him she needed to feed him. He wanted to stay with her while she attended to their son, but she told him to go and not keep the soldiers and elders waiting. They were marching to the shore to welcome the ship from Foth, and having calculated the numbers and the strength a single ship would come with, they chose a hundred of the king’s men to aid in the subjugation of the enemy’s ship.

Chef Henri, bound by the king's orders, could only offer vague excuses to keep Isabel from leaving. But while Isabel was busy gathering a few spices from the barrels outside the kitchen, she overheard a group of palace maids chattering as they walked by. At first, she paid no mind to their conversation and focused instead on her task. But then, a snippet of their discussion caught her attention, and she froze. "Did you hear? The king is welcoming the princess from the West Kingdom today," one maid said excitedly. "Yes, I heard she’s quite beautiful," another maid replied. "They say she's here to discuss an alliance."

"I like the girl. She would make a pretty desirable whore and make me more than you could give." "I'll pay for her too, sir, but I want her for myself. I've wanted her since the moment her father presented her to me. But I waited for her to come of the right age. Words and deals matter in our world," He pinned me with a warning glare, daring me to say that again. "I apologize. Our worlds are different. But I fulfilled my part as I had promised it. Don't you think I deserve what I waited for." He seemed to dwell in deep thinking and I inwardly smirked for being blatant.