Pirate King Novels & Stories

They stopped every ship and questioned the people on board, either politely or rudely, as long as they could get results, they would do anything. Of course, the humans questioned by the sea tribe were very angry, but there were also those who answered politely because the sea tribe asked them politely as well. And even though the sea tribes searched the ships, they did not steal anything from the humans because the sea king's order was very clear that no theft was to be committed. If anyone violated this order, they would be punished according to the laws of the sea kingdom. After almost half a month had passed, the sea tribe continued to search but found no trace of the princess. The sea ki

"I didn't say that." "You didn't have to." The arrogance is back. The smirk. The King persona sliding into place like armor. I want to slap it off his face. "Jealous?" I ask. The word hits him like a body check. His expression flickers—surprise, then anger, then something darker. "Jealous?" He laughs, but it's forced. "Of some guy named Marcus? Please." "Then stop asking about him." "I'm not—" "You've asked twice in five minutes."

"F*ck you! Don't be so stupid, you old geezer! We think highly of you, and that's why we want you to follow us. I'll kill you now if you dare to speak another word." Just then, the desert pirates saw Cici and smiled wickedly. "This little girl looks quite pretty. She can be the maid for our Main Leader's wife. Our Main Leader's wife is as pretty as a goddess. She is the Sea Mackie Clan's princess. It is an honor for you to look after her—" Senior Muller, Cici, and the rest were scared, and no one dared to say a thing. However, Ambrose's eyes blinked. He glared at the desert pirate. "What did you say just now? Who is the wife of your Main Leader?"

Chapter 14 Darwin’s POV “WHERE THE HELL IS LORCAN!” I snarled angrily at the stupid rogue tied down in a chair before me. “He’ll take the throne! Lorcan is the real rogue king! We’ll never agree to be… brughhhhh” The rogue groaned as I slammed my fist into his face. Bastard! Does he have a death wish?! “You will answer the king when he asks you questions!” Parker growled brutally as he grabbed the back of the rogue’s head and slammed it down onto the table before us.

He was young, yet his enthusiasm resonated through the ship, lifting the morale of the crew even as the enemy surged forward. As the melee unfolded, the pirate ship's captain—a man with an unmistakable presence, draped in shadows and darkness—stood atop the enemy vessel's bow. His eyes glinted with predatory glee as he held the unmistakable black flag adorned with a blood-red skull. His very presence threatened, igniting a fervor among his crew as they swarmed onto the ship, thirsting for carnage. “Prepare to taste steel!” he roared, his voice cutting through the turmoil.

So this is who Theo took after with the temper. "What my Dear?" He nonchalantly stared at her,"This human is nothing special in comparison to a rock. She is useless to this kingdom." "Father!" Theo boomed with rage burning from his suddenly almost pitch black but gold ringed eyes," Enough! I will not allow you to ever insult my mate in my presence. Get out!" "Pardon me?" The man seethed as his chocolate brown orbs turned an almost pitch black colour like his son's, "I will not tolerate such disrespect, Pup. I am your father and former king!" He growled.

Sophie turned away and followed Ivar, who was stumbling his way onto the ship while his father waited impatiently. The ship Sophie boarded carried King Ragnar and his sons, Lagertha, Athelstan, Floki, his wife Helga, as well as Bjorn and Torvi, along with a few others she didn't recognize. The other ships carried the rest of the Vikings, among whom she could only recognize King Harald and his brother Halfdan. "Are you ready to go home, Princess?" she heard King Ragnar's voice as he leaned against a post, standing behind her. "Yes, King Ragnar," she replied, turning her gaze back to Helen, who was waving her farewell.

For the second time around, the ruthless and scoundrel-looking anonymous tall man pinned my body on the wall by gripping on my neck with enough tightness for me to breathe. Our eyes locked with each other. It is when I felt like I was hypnotized by his words he was about to speak. "I am Brixton Cardinal. One of the princes of this kingdom, an heir to the throne, and I were the ones who saved your life. I resurrected you from death, and now you ought to follow what I say and become my slave. Dare to talk back with your master and your tongue will be cut into pieces; if you lay a finger on me, then you would be slain for treason," the man had enunciated.

The room, with its classic furnishings and muted colour palette, provides a backdrop to the familial clash. I shake my head, a subtle defiance in my gesture. "Yes, I am a king, Dad, but I don't want some trophy wife who will sit beside me on the throne with no brain. I need a real woman, father," I assert, the determination in my voice resonating against the opulence of the surroundings. My father sighs, a gesture that carries the weight of parental concern. "Look, Henry, get yourself a real woman, but do it quickly before I put your brother as a temporary king."

I informed him woefully His brows furrowed and he shook his head in disappointment “I really did hope it was just gossips, but tell me, in what ways was it worse?” “Well, the king isn’t just angry and cruel, he’s merciless, greedy, arrogant and takes no care or pride when it comes to his lands and people. He takes all their money, while they waste away, he sent one man to the tower because he was late paying the high taxes, he’d spent some of the money on a doctor to help his wife. The king just spends all their money on wine and fine foods for himself. His bedchambers and study were about the only rooms in his entire home that looked rich, everything else was just cold and bare. He’s despic