Pirate King Novels & Stories

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.

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

The man whose face I had just beheld in awe is none other than the King of Utrif. My mate is the ruler of a realm where rogues like me are branded as criminals, hunted and despised. Noah lifts one brow—a picture of complete and utter nonchalance. "I'm—" a rogue. He's the king. This can't be. There has to be a mistake. His arms are crossed. "Yes?" I shake my head and turn to glass wall. The moment I reach the end I realise I have no lungs. No breathes. There is no air.

Taj smiled. "That's fantastic. He knows me well. So easy easy." "Which country has the most beautiful women in the world?" : Captain "Kerala" Secretary "Jacob, you are still a baby, You need to travel more. Have you seen Kashmiri girls? If you see Turkish girls, you won't want to take your eyes off them." "The captain is right."The Rig Move Master, waiting for the car with the bag ready, said. The Rig Move Master is a British National. He is 64 years old. He has done a lot of sailing—the man who sailed to most countries of the world.

Ira stared triumphantly at the ugly scars on the king's face. - Come on, use it, make me tremble with pain! Vragenn suddenly leaned back and grinned. - So that's what you're up to. Well, no, now you will be under close supervision. And as for my command - if you refuse to drink blood, I will personally go to that ancient castle where your friends live, still trying to figure out how to rebel against me. From there I will send you gifts - maybe they will be black wings, maybe silver earrings. Or maybe body parts. The head... yes, the head will come off,” the Lord grinned predatorily. - The head of a human paladin, then the head of William, and then the lovely head of your Tristan. Although by

The fresh ripe grapes harvested from its tree makes an aroma so rich it that all pirates who lived in this town never left the seats of our bars. Oh, those pirates. They must have gotten so well to the minds of our town, M’ri Kassia. There’s an old legend going around in this town saying that if in your sleep, you see a pirate endlessly breaking the wine bottles in your wine cellar, it’s a good luck for your business. Because they’re there to consume your wine for as many as they want. Many have testified for it but many had said it false.