Pirate King Novels & Stories

“Exactly. Now that we know what my brother was after, we need to take it.” I nodded, just before he knocked the air out of me with his next sentence. “It seems the answers and the ledger you’ve been hunting… can only be taken one way.” I stared at him, trying to process whether I’d heard him right. I didn’t need him to clarify. I already knew what he meant. His expression told me everything. “This is what it means to be a fucking King, Moretti. Your life is not yours to live and you know it. So own it,” he said, his voice serious.

" Before they could sail again, a shop boarding the king's marquises had risen from the ship and jumped into the boat where foreign illegal traders were startled. "Where do you think you are going?" With that, bloodshed rained again. Every single pirate was handicapped, both feet and hands. Viishaun crossed his arms and ordered, "Feed them to crocs. Then burn their evil goods." He turned his back and left as soon as they docked on the land. Everyone was murmuring among themselves as they witnessed the gruesome sight of blood. The crowd was not surprised because the King was always the fearsome ruler. He shows no remorse to those who cause chaos in his domain.

The petite woman looked more like a child wrapped in his arms. He was Skeleton King, the leader of the band of pirates on Skeleton Island. Widely known around this part of the ocean, Skeleton King was once again pushed to infamy when he started working with Lucio Windsor, in secret, of course, to embarrass Lino. It wouldn’t be wrong to call him the pirate king. If it weren't for the circumstances, nobody would have chosen to live on a boring island. Skeleton King didn’t want to be the pirate king; all he desired was to return to the lavish and comfortable life in the city.

After all the calamity th king set upon him, he decided to ruin the King's integrity and also did somethings bad to him and his kingdom which gave him the best option to be joining piracy. There're different types of mode procecution they apply for any one involved in activity that relate with piracy. If a pirate is caught in the town, regardless of the pirate's gender, he or she would be killed by guillotine. But if the person caught just helped a pirate, he or she would be procecuted by hanging. I heard of a woman that helped a pirate. The pirate used to be a member of their house and lived in the town with his mom only. It was said that he had no siblings and the only family he has gotten

I can do this, I will make them proud, she thought, taking one last look and then turning her attention to the horizon. He stood at the helm of his ship looking out over his crew. His fingers drummed on the railing. He sighed loudly, his first mate glancing at him his eyebrow up as if asking what was wrong. He was becoming impatient. The crew was becoming impatient. They need something. He didn't have much time ethier. The Pirate King would want his quarterly payment and he was already behind. He was in debt to him. The Pirate King was not someone who liked being owed money and never ended well when you did. He clenched his jaw

But as I remember correctly, I was terrified back then when I heard particularly about the second prince, who was well known for his capacity to exert such total control that even the King was compelled to pay attention to him. Was he the one? Really...! Am I that unfortunate to be found by him, out of all? But, wasn't he the one with no pack? It was claimed that no one had ever seen him and that perhaps no one had survived after seeing him. He actually had a pack of his own...! Rumors are rumors after all. However, my heart sank when I saw myself sinking in the deepest ocean. He is a well-known king who is notorious for being ruthless and I became his slave.

“No. I wanted an Alpha Uriel present for when I do this…” Tilting my head I looked on in confusion, the shock when he fell on one knee before me, with an opened box, “ Will you, Anna Joan of the Fantino's pack, give me, Rueben Brew, of the Muna pack, the honors of being my chosen mate?”

And then I saw him. Phillipe sat at the center table like a king who had lost half his kingdom but refused to abdicate. The bandages on his neck and the burn scars along his cheek glowed raw beneath the light. A heavy ring tapped the stem of his glass as he smirked. “Well,” he rasped, his voice much rougher than I remembered, “if it isn’t my favorite little arsonist.” I took the chair opposite him, without waiting for an invitation. “I see you’re still breathing. Shame.”

he whispered, his thumb brushing my lower lip and pressing down hard enough to make me gasp. "You are a pirate," I breathed, staring into his eyes. "I'm the king," he corrected, his large hand gripping the front of my dress until the fabric groaned under his fist. "And you are my queen." "Please—" "Shh," he muttered, pressing his thumb against my lips to cut off my words. "No more talking." His hand slid lower, moving over the tight bodice of my gown to cup my breast, his large fingers squeezing me firmly until I let out a sharp moan, my head falling back against the wooden wall.

“I’ll want to touch you if I stay princess. Watching and not being able to touch will be a test I can pass.” “I don’t mind you - helping.” Chuckling he bent over and pressed his lips to my hair. “I know you think that now but no. This is a journey you have to make on your own. Enjoy it. Hopefully in time I’ll be allowed to come along to but not yet.” “But-“ “But not yet.” He said more forcefully. “You’re not mine yet, and I can’t make love to you until you are.” Another kiss , this time on my forehead. “You will have to make love to yourself for the both of us for now.”