Pirate Kings Novels & Stories

"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 once, incognito, to gamble at th

Noah whispered, “Ace?” “Stay where you are.” Something beeped. Once. Twice. Then every computer screen in the office switched on. A message appeared across all of them. YOU SHOULD HAVE LEFT THE PAST BURIED !!! Noah’s blood ran cold and immediately had a cold feet Ace stepped toward the nearest computer. Another message appeared. NOW THE KINGDOM WILL FALL. Then the screens went black. For several seconds, neither man spoke. Finally Noah whispered, “I officially hate tonight.” Ace pulled out his phone.

"The Western Kings do not launch forty ships when they mean to conquer. They launch four hundred. They move the great floating citadels of the Sunken Isles. If you think your white wolves and your broken stone walls can stop a true leviathan, you are as mad as Jaxon was." "Jaxon is dead. Craig is dead. And you are in my cells," Natalia said, her voice dropping into a chilling, absolute register. "The proxies are gone, Admiral. There is no more tribute leaving this mainland. If your kings want our gold and our grain, they will have to come bleed for it themselves."

King Philip, the king of Gordon groaned as he stared at Danika so lustfully, Danika shrank closer to Lucien. "I was about to say the same thing. She looks so beautiful..." King Moreh, the king of Ijipt grunted beside him. Both kings are in their late forties, and just staring at Danika, they started spotting an erection which they didn't even try to hide. Danika bit back a whimper at the sight, glaring openly at both kings, unable to stop the stare. One of the Kings stood up, the third king was named King George. "Privileged people of England! We have gathered here today for the Introduction of the slave of the King Of Salem!"

But the next time she saw her reflection, it was in a gilded mirror with a headline scrawled across a digital tablet held out by a woman in black: MAFIA DON TAKES BRIDE: RUMORS OF VALENTINO BLOODLINE CONFIRMED Bride. Her. She’d been asleep for almost two days, and in that time, her face had been attached to a name she’d never claimed—and a bloodline she didn’t know existed. Matteo De Luca, as it turned out, wasn’t just some wealthy recluse. He was Il Re del Sud—the King of the South. Head of the De Luca family. The most feared and untouchable mafia figure on the Sicilian coast. He ruled from the shadows, rarely seen, never touched, his empire built on blood and silence. And now—she was his b

“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?”

“Your Majesty, I have news from the Erena kingdom, sir.” Senya looks at us both then at the young squire, short dark brown hair around 5’3 with a face of a young child. “Be out with it Chandler, obviously it’s important if you are this frantic.” Senya replies. “Right, ahem.” He cleared his throat before opening the scroll preparing to read it. “To the king of the Alastia kingdom, I am declaring war upon your country and will continue to take your people and do as I please with them, without further-adieu, sleep with one eye open, we are always watching.” Chandler slowly brought the scroll away from his face as he made eye contact with me blubbering who it’s from. “Declaration by King M-Mave

Chapter 69: Six Years Ago The West Kingdom was a land of beauty and strict traditions. Princess Victoria was the cherished daughter of the king and was known for her grace and poise. Yet, beneath her royal demeanor, she harbored a secret that defied her father's expectations. In the shadowed halls of the palace, Victoria had found comfort in the company of Benjamin Marlowe, the scholarly son of Head Minister Marlowe from the Middle Kingdom. Their clandestine meetings were filled with whispered conversations of their affection. Benjamin's intelligence and gentle nature captivated Victoria, and their bond deepened into a forbidden love.

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

Like even he knew that at any moment things could turn. I felt the moment Rafael saw him. The energy in the room shifted and thickening like a storm rolling in. At the far end of the club and seated on an elevated section with a few other men was the Capo dei Capi. The boss of all bosses. The man who held power over this entire empire. I heard they cal him king maker.