Pirate Kings Retreat Novels & Stories

He was extremely confident no one could take his throne, not without his permission anyways. Someone knocked. "Enter." Edmund entered. "Your Majesty. You said to inform you as soon as he returns." Alexander's eyes shone. His smile grew. "Have him wait. I will be there shortly." The kingman bowed and left. Brand jerked his head in questioning of which he shook his head, his smile increasing. "This is personal." Charles became unnecessarily agitated. "What are your plans, then? For the pirates?" Brand went back to topic. He seemed enthusiastic and zealous to rid the Kingdom of the damned pirates. Were they disrupting his business?

I will declare you now as the god of war as soon as you leave, by default, you already have ten Kingdoms under you," he said. "Is EastHill among?" Broderick asked. "No, they are an independent country," Sir Wesley responded. "We'll see again, Broderick Alessandro," Sir Wesley patted his shoulder and walked away. The five kings bowed once more and walked away. With only a short pant on him, he stepped inside the ship and was taken back to NorthHill. When he stepped on the seashore of NorthHill. He knelt and got from the sand of NorthHill.

’ “I am so sorry, your highness. I could never have recognized you in your, I must confess, most effective disguise…” “It’s alright, Captain. My cover is blown already. I would have stayed back in India had it not been that my own trusted servants disowned me, treated me with contempt, and joined the rebel army. I escaped, fortunately, with my most trusted advisors, as you can see here.” “I’m sorry Sire. But what about the pirates?” Rustenburg asked. A smile played on the Rajah’s face as he slowly looked behind him. The ship we had seen at a long distance away was steadily drawing nearer.

The rogue Alpha struggled to his feet, coughing up dark blood as he shifted back into the battered body of a scarred man in his late forties. He leaned against the broken tree, clutching his chest. But instead of begging for mercy… He smiled. A horrifying, bloodstained grin spread across his face as he looked past me toward the unconscious young man lying behind me. “Matthew Arizmendi…” the rogue leader wheezed, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. “The great and arrogant King of New York. You think you’ve won? You think you’re protecting your territory?” I didn’t answer. I stepped closer.

“I didn’t even think there were still two hundred of them left.” “Neither did I.” He whispered. Taking a deep breath and wiping some of the rain of my face, I rolled my shoulders. “Is it just Hunters?” He nodded. “As soon as we raised the banner of the Rogue King, all rogues they had employed, vacated the area. Most didn’t even stay within state lines.”

CHAPTER 5 At night, the water current was pushing the ship away without sailing it, on its own cause. The pirates were all relaxing. A pirate was telling a story to some of the colleagues. ‘I remember when the war of Kinsale began. We all thought that it will be the end of Ireland.’ He looked at his colleagues, and discovered they were all listening to him, he continued, ‘the leader of the rebel was a very strong soldier. Hum, I’ve forgotten his name.’

“I look around me tonight and see the best of the best, Kings and queens amongst shifters. Mike may hold the title of royal beta, but he stepped in as acting king twice now. And Tobias, you turned down the Alpha position of the Kodiak Kingdom to serve Mathias, the king of kings. Rhett has proven he is the king of hunters and Finn is a king in his own right. “To me, you are all kings. Knight of the chosen one or not, you are all the Queen of shifter's Kings and rightly deserve to be treated as such.” “The Queens Kings,” Kellen says. “The Queens kings,” Mike repeats followed by Hunji, Finn, Tobias, Rostam, and Crimson. “And queens!” Morgan pouts. “Yes, and queens.” I chuckle at Morgan who I kn

"Do you really think you can beat Soren and Victor?" "You're the weak one here! I would certainly have made them bow!" I said with determination. Ghost shook his head, sighing. "Understand your situation, Klaus. You're no longer a King, even when we regain our throne, it will belong to Soren and Victor." Ghost commented. "Never!" I shouted. "Those were your own words, don't you remember?" Ghost sighed. "I just told them to get off my back! I don't intend to keep them." I smiled wryly.

“This bond will not cage you. It will not weaken you. And it will never be rejected.” I swallowed. “You don’t know that.” “I do,” he said. “Because I am not a pack Alpha.” My wolf stirred, suddenly alert. “What are you, then?” I whispered. “King.” The word echoed in my mind. Not just any king. The Rogue King. The ruler of the borderlands. The one whispered about in fear and awe. The Alpha who bowed to no council and no Goddess—except one. My knees weakened. “Impossible,” I breathed.

The British ship retreated, damaged and defeated. As the sun rose, I pulled Diego into my cabin again. “We won,” I said, pushing him against the wall. “Now celebrate with me.” I dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth, sucking him deep. He groaned, fisting my hair as I worshipped him with long, slow strokes of my tongue, savoring the taste of us mixed together. Then I stood up, turned around, and bent over my desk. “Fuck me. Claim your pirate queen.”