Pirate Prince Novels & Stories

And the crew had suddenly become targets. “I’m Prince Mohamed Singh. And I’ll only want to have one person over with me. Give him up, and I’ll leave your sailing ship. Bad ass machinery to be precise. As old as Adam.” said the Prince, feeling the sail. He was as cool as a man taking a leisurely stroll. “Whatever mind game you are playing, it won’t work!” said Christine drawing her weapon closer to the man. The Prince smiled evilly, glancing at his crew, and back to Rustenburg.

Raine asked. “As I have said earlier, the guardian of water was a thief.” Yris spoke. “But, he is the Robinhood type where he would give what he has stolen to those who are poor. This is because he was an orphan and also grew up on the streets.” He explained. “So the sea king granted him power instead of killing him.” Arlen muttered. “Yes.” Raeyan nodded. “Then… the incarnation of the guardian of water should be a… thief?” Arlen’s expression is complicated.

Alex shot him a glare sharp enough to cut steel, "Cut the chatter. You think Ms. Emerson would dangle a fortune just for kicks? If this guy's the real deal, he's your golden ticket out of debt. "But let's get one thing straight–not just any guy with a moon on his skin can clear the slate. "We've had jokers try to pass off fakes before, clueless about where the real deal should be. They just slapped on a crescent and called it real."

"What did you say just now? Who is the wife of your Main Leader?" 'The Sea Mackie Clan's Princess? Isn't that Heather? Have those desert pirates captured her?' he thought. Every desert pirate had their sights set on Ambrose. The desert pirate's leader examined Ambrose in the next second. "Who are you? Do you think you are qualified to speak to us?" Ambrose's expression did not change. He asked coldly, "I asked you a question. Who is your Main Leader's wife?" "F*ck you! I'm going to kill you!" The leader of the desert pirate cursed as he got angry.

His, entirely. It wasn't long before the radar sounded again, letting us know we weren't alone once more. "Why don't you go this time," I said to Icaan before he could suggest I did. "Gladly," the Frentin prince replied before hurrying off. "So you want to be left here alone with the pirate do you?" Kryan asked, turning to me right away. "I don't really care about you or anything you say," I replied. "You're going to buy my freedom. That's it."

His buttons were carved jade monkeys, and atop his wispy white curls perched a jaunty green cap decorated with a fan of peacock feathers. Davos threaded his way through the tables to a chair. In the days before his knighthood, he had often bought cargoes from Salladhor Saan. The Lyseni was a smuggler himself, as well as a trader, a banker, a notorious pirate, and the self-styled Prince of the Narrow Sea. When a pirate grows rich enough, they make him a prince. It had been Davos who had made the journey to Lys to recruit the old rogue to Lord Stannis's cause.

The throne room of the Pirate King was inside the hollowed-out hull of a massive, ancient Leviathan-class battleship that had been beached on the highest peak of the island. It was opulent in a savage way. Tapestries of stolen Imperial flags hung from the ribs of the ship. The throne was made of melted-down cannons. Caspian Thorne sat on the throne. He was a handsome man, with skin the color of teak and hair like spun gold. He wore a coat of red brocade and enough rings to sink a swimmer. A massive cutlass rested against his knee. He watched Tristan and Saoirse approach. "The Viper," Thorne said, his voice smooth and rich. "I heard you were dead."

"Look at those tits, hardening already. Since the Prince didn't want you, we'll quench your thirst ourselves." "Ooh... ah... stop! I’ll have all your heads for this!" "Heh, we’re in the middle of a forest. Who’s going to execute whom? If we finish you here, Prince Philip wouldn't even bother looking for your corpse." "Ngh...!" "Be a good girl, spread those legs wide, and take a few rounds from each of us. Do that, and you'll stay safe." These men were low-born, dirty, and driven by raw lust. Many were former bandits tamed by the Prince. In the wild forest, with a tempting beauty before them, their old instincts flared up. Their hands roved over her mature body with predatory hunger.

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.

The trio seem to stop in front of the Prince and Princess . The aura radiating from the young couple is powerful as they stand before this young she-wolf who is showing nothing but disrespect towards the new Princess but even then the Princess holds herself with dignity , something this she-wolf could do with learning . Young Prince Gideon had arrived and stood with his brother . Gideon was a good man; he spent some time in our kingdom while he was doing his travels . He was a powerful mage , I know his mother is one hell of a Queen . I am drawn from my inner thoughts with a growl that came from the little female with Gideon . I step to the side to get a better view and that's when I see her