Pirate Novels & Stories

the Pirate Lord raised his cutlass sword, causing it to glow against the darkness, “I command most of the tides … conquered the western seas … and ruled the ocean storms.” “I care nothing about who you are … or what nonsense titles they call you,” Tristan replied, “It doesn’t change the fact that you are but a worthless thief. You steal trade supplies from ships and collect valuable possessions from the passengers. How much worthless can you be?” The Pirate Lord’s face flushed into anger. “I’ll make you regret what you’ve just said and beg for your life, you filthy scum. I am the Lord of the Western Seas.” His sword flashed and

She bet her sister would be green in envy when she saw this gown. She was also excited to meet her great grandfather Oscar Ariola. The man was infamous for betting all their wealth in a card game with a pirate. She wondered how a very wealthy man ended up facing the pirate. Pirates are rakes who prey on the misfortunes of sailors and people in business on the high seas.

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.

I replied and she smiled happily. "So I would've been a warrior?" "Yes, a strong one too with hair this long," I pointed out and her smile grew. "What else happened?" "Well, the kingdom was doing great filled with love and peace until on day ships drifted onto the shore of their land, filled with soldiers who intended to capture the people and take their land-" "Why?" "Greed and hate, they wanted more for themselves and they hated our kind," "Why did they hate us?" she asked sadly "Because of our melanin and the power and strength we have,"

Shannon was eating quietly trying very hard not to look at the vampire next to her. The vampire elder was just playing with his food quiet concentrating only on her scent, the witch was eating but looked uncomfortable. “Silly us, you did not even do introductions,” Nina said. “Oh, right! For those who do not know me, I am elder Israel, some call me the great African seer.” No wonder his scent was different and unusual. Shannon thought.

Talon replies before leaving the room just as quickly as he entered it. The dress is blood red, strapless and short. The bust was curved into a heart shape and I loved it. I’ve never been able to wear something like this before. Even if I had to endure Talons presence it would be worth it for this dress. Marie was looking at the dress with the same excitement I had. I looked to Seb and he looked the opposite; more hard and angry “A pit is vampire slang for a club only different” Seb explained in a tight voice. Talons taking me to club? Didn’t see that one coming

And they prohibited most of the abilities that make me a demon from usage. I nickname the man Jerk, although my clairvoyance told me he is a regular human nicknamed Jackal. I don’t know what business he has with Scarlet, but she is allowing him to flip up her skirt under the covered table, which I can see from the table behind. His left-hand glides down her skirt and feels her bare bottom. She is wearing a lacy thong that matches her bra and while seeing the lace gives me a reaction; I am jealous that someone else, instead of me, has his dirty fingers touching her intimate parts.

Azareel let out a light cough to stop this situation. "Ekhem! Ekhem! My name is Azareel Livingstone, please listen to my useless babbling," said Azareel explaining his meaning. "Fine, please." Eruza said in reply to Azareel's words. Eruza the interlocutor is the negotiation genius, with that cute face adding a polite yet sweet impression to his face. Anyone can not refuse not to listen to his words. That is the power of cuteness, a weakness for everyone, be it male or female.

Stowaway. Chapter five. Aiden's point of view. I look down at our beautiful boat the Mary Jane; we named her after our precious Grandmother when I say our I mean myself and my three brothers, Noah, Jack and Carter. The Taylor brothers. We've spent hour after hour painstakingly restoring our beautiful Mary Jane back to its original glory, well apart from the few modern features we've installed, mostly the modern kitchen and the power shower in the bathroom. I mean we're all big guys and the tiny cubicle that was in there before it just didn't work.

They held no allegiance to the Moon, followed no religion. “You may speak,” Her father’s command broke her from her appraisal of the non-impressive wolves. The leader stepped forward, head slightly bowed, as he sensed the power before him. Fingers rubbing against palms as he tried to gain sense of his situation, finally sensing the danger he was indeed in. He cleared his throat with his Adams Apple bobbing in nervousness, his jugular pounding against the side of his neck. “It has taken us some time to find you, Alpha Jonah. My deepest apologies for our entrance to your territory. In the south, messengers are allowed to cross through borders without permission,” He spoke diplomatically.