Pirate Novels & Stories

The motorcycle moved faster than the boat he arrived in; he felt dizzy. The ride lasted ten minutes where neither of the two teenagers spoke. Arriving at the destination, Chrystal Daly went to a hut with “ticket sales” written on it. Oliver recognized the place; it was the port he arrived at. He tried to search among all those huge ships for his without success. Was this the Gold Star? What were they doing here? “Your ship sails in ten minutes; it's that black one over there. It will take you far enough away for you to be free.”

" I'm sorry. How'd you get out of it?" "Only with the goddess's help. You know Gustav? He's exactly what he looks like. Nothing about his vibe is wrong." "You mean him looking like the ocean is his home and he'd rather die there?" "Bingo. Despite being a really good warlord, he's a pirate and handles transportation of both humans and wolves alike. If you're in battle and in need of some external support, he's your plug but here's the catch. He helps rogues get on board too."

he remarked. Their whispering irritated the pirates. Others warned them about the whine, but the one who spoke was the only one who understood and could speak English. "Don't dare to flee; we'll kill you before you do!" Said to be fluent in English. The two noticed that its teeth were made of gold. They silently stared at each other, saying nothing. Phantom stopped because it was pirate with an eye patch which dragged Savannah away. The man with the eye patch is their Captain, and he tried to touch and grab Savannah, which irritated Phantom.

the woman said with a wide, unnerving smirk that made me want to rip it right off her face. Flaring my nostrils, I spat at the woman, but she stepped back and shook her head unimpressed. "And there you go, a rogue in her natural form," she said in a mocking tone, her lips curling back. "A bitch." "Why am I here against my will?" I snapped. "You stole from us and you're a rogue," she said. "I stole from humans and since when is it a crime to be a rogue?" She stepped forward and grabbed my hair, before pulling my head back. "You're not allowed to talk back, Mutt!"

they became popular and one of the richest in japan. This took a bad turn for the other family that it made them jealous, they started spreading false allegations on how the Suzuki family have been stealing part of the profit they had when they both were operating a joint company. Out of hatred the head of the Takashi attacked and stole many stocks from the Suzuki family, this was how they became rich too. Although the losses were much when kai took over the company he succeeded in bringing it up from scratch to the way it was and was hoping to pass on that legacy to Hinata.

Pirate asked. “Makarius.” Pirate froze, then stood up so fast it was like he’d been electrocuted. He coughed, trying to play it off, but I wasn’t buying it. “What aren’t you telling me?” I demanded. “Nothing,” he said quickly. “Makarius is just a common name.” “Bullshit. Stop lying. I can see it all over your face.” He hesitated, then sighed. “Fine. I’m a spy.”

shouted Helena to the open sea. She was like a madwoman screaming to herself. No answer. She looked down, the beautiful blue sea with colorful fish. Dimly she heard a humming sound, something foreign to her ears but pleasant and melodious; siren sound. Siren Aquamarine, the mermaid of the Caribbean sea who always tempts pirates and fishermen. They suck every soul that is subject to their beauty. Beautiful but deadly.

Just then, a fisherman who came down from the boat called out to Andrius, “Young man...” Andrius stopped and asked, “Do you need something?” The fisherman glanced at the depths of the island, lowered his voice, and said fearfully, “This island is the territory of the notorious One-Eyed Pirates. You’d better leave before they discover you. Otherwise, once they know you’re new, they’ll rob your belongings and throw you into the sea to feed the fish.”

Both have ageless beauty like him, though human years they would be around their twenties. Thade had his jet black hair tied into a messy man bun. Strong jaw evident with his staple stubble on and bushy brows framing his steel blue eyes. His pale skin radiates against the blank ink on his skin. Being topless is his badge of honor. Showing off an oak tree tattoo from his back that stemmed its withered branches to his arms across his entire upper body. Though it doesn’t drown the presence of his chiseled abs. While he wore the same jet black color of wide legged pants that reached the floor as his bare feet stuck out. All his nails are also painted in black.