Pirate Percy Candle Cove Novels & Stories

We are moored far from the docks since this ship is so large. I’ve never been here before. The Coral, in all its travels, had never quite made it here, though this was its destination when they kidnapped Lyra. The thought gives me chills. And it reminds me of Cookie, who still lays lifeless somewhere on the Ironhawk. A rush of emotion pours over me. I remember his crooked smile whenever I’d show him the way my mother and I used to cook or clean something. He could have just ignored me and gone on doing things the way he always had, but he was always patient and kind, and most of the time, he’d adopt at least some of my ideas.

When they entered they saw that the cave was divided into compartments, so they separated. — Yes, my beautiful maiden, that's why I'm here! — Said one of the pirates who accompanied him. His name was Derek. Zeuck slapped him hard on the head. Igor: — Dereck, don't let her invade your mind! Dereck shook his head and looked like he had just woken up: — I saw Cataruda, she was so beautiful! She was seducing me! Zeuck: — Forget that witch, if you want to stay in one piece!

Cold air whispered in my ears, words I couldn’t understand. “Wagner.” Someone shook my shoulders. “Wagner.” I slowly opened my eyes as my vision of Kylo came back. Her hair was wet, and she has grains of sand on her cheeks. I extended my body in a reclining position and yawned. There were chunks of broken parts from the shipwreck. Three pirates survived the incident. “Where are we?” I asked. “I will tell you if I know the name of this place, but we are on an island.”

Percival’s lips parted slightly as he stood motionless, blinking once, then twice. “Percival, go!” I called out, waving my hands urgently. He closed his eyes briefly, then exhaled deeply. He looked back at me with a concerned expression before locking eyes with me again. “Edeline… guess what? My boat sank when I arrived here. There was a crack in the bottom. But don’t worry, I managed to haul myself up the ledge with all the supplies mentioned in the letter. Oh, and my phone? It’s at the bottom of the ocean now…” He said, his face as pale as a sheet. I saw his Adam’s apple bob nervously as he spoke.

By the time Liam finished giving me the details, I was in my office connecting to Snow White’s GPS and camera. Initially, all I could see were dark clouds and an endless stretch of ocean. Snow White swooped low and in vision came a small weary looking old wooden pirate ship with stitched up rags forming the sails of the ship. I wasn’t able to see Carys, but since Snow White was following the ship, I was sure she was on it. Was she working with those pirates? Well, pirates could do anything for money. Zarek banged on the desk, taking over me in a flash.

"Woah, Percy, Impressive, wait...fire?" He was letting me roam around the room and replied to me patiently. "Candles, I have soy wax candles that burn at a low temperature. It'll be hot but won't scar your skin. And some ice play to cool you off." Obviously only the good kind of candles for his subs, the thought made me smile and pulled him down for a kiss. "Yes, Sir," I whispered my answer, pushing my body flat to his and making him groan.

Fighting is what I do best, not marriage or assuming my position of King so soon, but desperate times means desperate measures. Travis pauses before speaking and I'm immediately annoyed by his hesitation. "Spit it out already!" I bark out. He flinches, "Yes sir! Right away sir. Well... erm, there's been a sighting." He stutters out. "A sighing of what?" I ask moving closer to Travis. Ugh it's probably another shark or something. "A ship. A pirate ship. Black and silver sails and a dark wooden body. In.. in Crab Cove." He stammers.

Ryker's POV After endless days adrift on the churning sea, the sight of land was a lifeline pulling me from the brink. The salt-crusted deck of my small boat creaked beneath my boots as I gripped the railing, my stomach roiling—not just from the relentless waves, but from the solitude and the haunting thoughts of what had become of the Capris coven. My heart leapt, a wild, desperate thud against my ribs, as the jagged coastline came into view, kissed by the midday sun. I couldn’t wait to see Alpha Eleanor, to kneel before her and share what I’d found—the resting place of the coven she’d longed to uncover. But the good news was tangled with a bitter thread: they were gone, swallowed by the se

CHAPTER THREE Cooper’s Cove lay a mile to the east of Dorsal Finn’s harbour. As with other areas in the town, the large cave, accessible only at low tide, had bad folklore attached to it. The place was known locally as Coven Cove, and its association with witchcraft was no secret amongst the older generations. They took delight—especially around Halloween—in scaring kids with talk about the coven of witches who used to frequent the area, one of whom allegedly wrote The Book of Shadows, a grimoire of great power.

“Continue Hunter.” “Thank you Empress Zelda.” He shot Cedric a dirty look before continuing. “Rowell took no prisoners, he killed every man until came across The Black Skulls Clan. They were the meanest pirates he ever did see, so he recruited them to join his crew and sail the seven seas.” “Rhyming ‘see’ with ‘sea’?” Indrick chuckled. “These ghosts sure are uninventive.” “Let’s hear your stories since you want to be judgmental!” Posy snapped.