Pirate King Novels & Stories

He should’ve come for his princess himself. If Aria truly betrayed him—if she’d compromised his empire—he would’ve hunted her personally. Made an example of it. He wouldn’t outsource something this important. Unless… Unless killing her isn’t the goal. Unless flushing something out is. Unless I am. The realization settles heavy in my gut. Vincenzo Moretti doesn’t throw pieces off the board. He sacrifices them to reposition the king. I exhale slowly. Aria thinks she’s been outlawed. Maybe she has.

One of the men who spotted a soot marked moustache said: "Thanks ma'am for sparing our lives." I expressed an indifferent countenance. "Don't thank me yet. It's not over." The other man quipped: "You obviously have a good soul and for persons like you who possess such power and yet resort to using them for godly purposes, it gives us hope that there is a better tomorrow." His words were lifting but it did nothing to pacify the way I viewed the world. "So why are you here?" The man with the strange mustache explained: "We traveled from the north where we heard stories of King Sylvester who ruled over these lands - the true Alpha King of the pack. We hear his prowess spreads across America."

"My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand." "It's nice to meet you, sir," she said as she finally dragged her eyes up, in awe of his beauty as well. While she had been distracted by the King as soon as she walked in, the Beta blocking her view of him forced her to take in how attractive he is. She didn't even realize that she was still holding his hand, though no longer shaking it, until the King let out a soft growl. Beta Jax cleared his throat, turning to gesture to the man, who was now sitting rigid in his chair. "This is the Lycan King, Alpha Kenzo."

Klevon and I are making our way toward the ship when we encounter the Duran royalty returning from the port. The Duran King is not present. As per Klevon, it’s only the oldest prince—which is really old–who is on the parade. If I estimate the prince’s age, he’s over sixty years old which makes the Duran King, probably, close to ninety years old. We are about to climb the ship when Klevon abruptly stops. He places his arms in front of me to impede my advance. He sniffs and scours the area.

(Hume aap logo ke vishwas hai lekin,) "But respected Priest, I am a Satrap. I learned to move the sword with my hands. The King needs the Queen in the backend and what would be a Queen if she doesn't even protect herself. How she will protect her Empire when she was reliable on others for her safety and the thing is not about safety. He disrespects the Wedded Princess of your Empire and I taught him a lesson of disrespecting a Women and I will continue teaching if needed."She said looking at the ground and her words made everyone silent in the hall and I smiled. Tigress... Roarrrrrrr

It took very little time to end in the bed of one of them. “The north and west together would create a huge kingdom.” Grander marked the map. “But what could the north offer to a kingdom that already has everything?” asked Taryn, more to herself than to the lords around her. “My informants told me” Taront intervened “that the kingdom in recent years has been prey to various looting by pirates.” He pointed to the islands around the coast. The coffers of the crown are almost completely empty. “I’m sure the king and the council can’t wait to get their hands on Elder’s mines.”

How could they dare without a guarantee of safety? "Hahaha, well? If you hand over all your treasures to me, I promise I’ll let you pass. But if not, even if you’re from the famous Sea Clan, you’ll still die in these waters!" said the pirate king to a man standing at the front, protecting the woman behind him.

"Ruel, please be mine," the king moaned as he tried to kiss me for the tenth time. I'm finding it harder and harder to stay away from you "He sighed. I was eating quickly because I wanted to finish dinner quickly so I could go back to my tent. I was done with that Drakkon king. I told him, "I have a price, and if you don't want to pay it, you can't have me." I crossed my hands on my chest and leaned back. At this point, the Drakkon king was so annoying that I wanted to hit him.

It was all part of their pomp and fuss and he hated every moment of it. Lorenzo was a great king, because of it. He didn’t want to spend his time lazing about or having parties that cost his people money. He wanted to take care of them. All of them. That now included the pixies who might want to stay in what used to be their kingdom.

Shane stood in court in England. He had a private audience with his majesty. He made up a story, telling him that all the sunken ships had been Pierre. Pierre was a french pirate living on Spanish ruled island. The French and The Spanish King were in the room that Shane was waiting to enter. He wanted permission to bring him in and deal with him as a privateer would. After about two hours, the doors open and a man told him to come in. He entered and bowed before the three kings. The French king spoke first.