Pirate King Novels & Stories

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.”

With the death of the silverback, allowed other intelligent augmented beasts fight over the ownerless territory. Blood rained throughout the night as a new leader took over the territory but lost it to another exobeast. That night, Kalen’s imaginations prevailed again to dream of himself as a notorious pirate. He led his pirate crew, wielding powerful weapons as he conquered the seas and pillage many different places. He would challenge the legendary Blackbeard. He would defeat his crew and become King of the Pirates. “Oh, what a dream! I wish I could stay here forever,” he muttered in his sleep as he turned on the ground into a better sleeping position.

The pirate leader proceeded, “We weren’t always pirates, if you must know. We never raided ships to begin with. But after what your kingdom did to us, being pirates is the only thing that we know we can do. It is what we had to do.” My eyes widened as I met his gaze. “We were once fishermen from the kingdom of Middle Earth. Life was simple. And even though it was a struggle sometimes, we were thankful,” the pirate leader started his explanation. “But when the previous king died, everything changed. His queen campaigned for modernism. And when she discovered a more advanced, quicker way to do the fishing, she ordered us to stop. “But we didn’t know any other livelihood. And she didn’t even tr

"This static... it’s leaking. It’s like a faucet I can't turn off. If I touch anything conductive, it arcs. If I get angry, it surges. If I get scared..." "It spikes," Saoirse finished. "I felt it in the cabin." "I need to learn how to throttle it," Tristan said. "Before we get to the Isles. King Thorne respects power, but he kills instability. If I walk into his court twitching and sparking, he’ll put a sword through me." "King Thorne," Saoirse tested the name. "Who is he? You said he owes you." "Caspian Thorne," Tristan said. "The Pirate King of the Shattered Isles. He used to be a generic bandit until he united the clans five years ago. He came to Oakhaven

“King of all Kings is the name we refer to King Rainard.” Now we frowned. “King Rainard has been dead for many tides,” spilled out of my lips. “Right,” the merman beamed like a merchild solving a riddle no one could. “But, there is a King of all Kings alive.” “The Prince,” Aquant all but growled. “Yes!” The merman cheered. “Find him and you will find this run-away sea witch. We thought about people who have run-away recently and the only person we can come up with that knows or who can figure out everything is—”

I don't reply her, choosing to remain silent. I had told her about the fight with Astria and my talk with commander Roan but not about Arkan and I… and our kiss. “Oh, come on! You don't even know who he is! He's your mate….” “He’s not just my mate, Pip!” I whisper-yell. “He’s the king, you fool! The King of the West! The one everyone’s been whispering about!” Her eyes widen comically. “Oh!” Oh indeed. I drag my fingers through my hair, frustrated at everything.

He carefully suggested. “I agree. But what happened to the King?” Elder Zeparu was still curious as to why his brother was hurt and poisoned. The old and wise Were Elder knew that the King was truly an unbeatable fella, but the thing was, Raven couldn’t disclose that particular information to anyone just yet. Not yet that he knew that someone was being a spy inside the palace. He knew that a mole had entered their territory and he wouldn’t let it pass.

“Oh, I didn't hold back.” He laid there, groaning in pain. His breathing was heavy, as if he was dying. I moved to him, towering over his body. “I am Prince Caeser, Son of king Varyn. Make sure to remember that, pirate.”

“Hear me. Stand down. No man on this deck is to be harmed.” He hesitated, blade still hovering, eyes narrowing like a man checking a column of figures for the third time. “By the queen’s writ,” he said, softer, “all pirates are to be killed. Especially those on this ship.” “And yet the queen has told you I’m a corpse,” I answered, harder. “Here I am, breathing. Touch a hair on any of these men’s heads and you’ll hang among them. Choose your sovereign, officer. Choose wisely.” He didn’t lower the sword. He didn’t raise it. That was its own kind of answer. So I did the last stupid, accurate thing left to give the day. I moved between his blade and Kade.