Pirate Percy Candle Cove の小説・ストーリー

she said, still chopping away. I gulped at that. I couldn’t really wrap my head around the size of this place. “Why is it called Black Cove,” I asked, since she seemed so agreeable to answering questions. “Oh you’ll see one day. We have a large coastline on the southwest end, it’s stunning. White sandy beaches and clear water. I haven’t been in awhile but I’d love to take the kids in the summer. The tale is that there was a big human pirate ship called “The Black” that sank half a mile off shore,” she said, as she moved around.

A loud howl, then another and another, I turned toward the hills. Red lights were glowing on the ridge. Fires. Too many. Wolves poured down the slopes, dozens—no, hundreds, I saw them. Kade at the front, smiling like a monster and beside him…Riven and Alive but Still lost. In his hand, he held something, Finnick’s broken Alpha pendant.

Whoosh. While they quarreled, they heard the sound of footsteps. Then, dozens of pirates surrounded. All of them had well-built bodies and looked menacing. Some of them had red headscarves tied on their heads and exuded an intimidating aura. There were three leaders among the pirates and they released a powerful aura. They were the leaders on Devil Island. The eldest was Zale, followed by Zach and then Zaha. The three brothers' evil activities were rampant on the coasts near Pearl City.

She wants me to work for her, and dammit, I'll gladly do it. We all had our assignments. Nova was going to see Dex today to get the scale from a love-sick mermaid. Andy was already searching the skies for a wild pegasus with Ash. Dad had given Rain part of his fire already and mom had gotten the pearls from uncle Kellan. She, Topher, Uncle Emerson, Aunt Tally, and Uncle Kellan were all going to retrieve the pearl of travel from some underground black market they knew about. I had to go try to convince this crazy bi.tch Cassandra to give me some of her blood. It would be so much easier if we could just get it from Cas. Damn his half human side, although it's probably what makes him tolerable

Peach said coquettishly. “Okay, okay! You won’t marry and you’ll stay with me forever,” Cy said with a forced smile. “That’s more like it!” As Woodrow heard the conversation between the grandfather and granddaughter, he thought disapprovingly, ‘How can a girl not get married? ‘She just hasn’t met the one she likes.’ Woodrow heard about Village Pescado from Cy, so he knew it was just a small fishing village with only a few thousand people. For generations, they have made a living by fishing.

Earthquakes have awakened ancient gas pockets beneath the reef, raising sandstone fragments and lost relics toward the surface. One of those relics—crusted with barnacles, tarnished by time—is a bronze idol. And inside it, a demon waits. It remembers the war. It remembers Heaven. And it is hungry. ************* Crescent Cove Crescent Cove is a sleepy beachside town with a population of just over a thousand. The kind of place where everyone knows everyone, and where gossip travels faster than the Millennium Falcon. If someone sneezes on one end of town, they’ll be offered tissues by the other end before they can grab their own.

"Alpha, we can't go to the mountains. They’ve blocked the passes. There’s only one place left to go." "Where?" I asked. "The Grey Harbor," Jax said. "It’s a city of pirates and outcasts. Even the Council is afraid to go there. But to get a boat, we need something to trade." Zade looked at the locket in his hand. "We have the only trade that matters. Information." We moved quickly, slipping out of the cave and heading toward the coast. We stayed in the shadows, moving like ghosts. But as we reached the edge of the harbor, a familiar scent hit me.

Wolves across the world celebrated it in reverence, praying for their mate or letting their wolf guide them into fate’s embrace. The music shifted, a gentle melody floating across the lake. As darkness deepened, the string lights flickered around us, and candles cast soft glows across the deck. I melted into Percival’s hold, resting my head on his chest, breathing him in. His palm brushed over my stomach, the other gliding to my hip. Then his mouth found the mark he had left on my neck—his mark—and kissed it with delicate reverence. A quiet moan escaped me.

Then I turned around and sank down onto his cock again, riding him reverse cowgirl under the stars. “Fuck me,” I begged. “Fill me again.” He thrust up into me, his hands on my hips, guiding me as I bounced on his thick shaft. I came twice more before he filled me with another load, groaning my name. We lay on the deck afterward, tangled together, breathing heavily. “You’re mine now,” I whispered, kissing his chest. “My captured captain.” He pulled me closer. “And you’re mine, my pirate queen.” But as we drifted toward sleep, a shout came from the crow’s nest.

“Is it some fancy place with small people or a huge wedding” “A beach wedding and yes it’s small, very small. You two won’t be there.” Percy answered saving my ass. I finished making the pancakes and put the plates out on the counter along with the syrups and berries. “Oh come on, don’t be a douche Percy, you know we want to be there. At least give up the priveledge to see you smitten and In love, it’s a miracle since Stella.” Stella? Who the hell was Stella? I turned to Percy whose jaw had hardened and his eyes pierced death through Lucas head.