Pirate Queen Novels & Stories

"Every Kingdom has one. Each Queen is given that token. Its power is almost equivalent to the trident but the features are different. Whatever the Queen desires it to be." That sounded cool enough. I figured because Mom was still a princess why she never owned something like that. Whatever the Queen desired, huh. Somehow, I pictured Mom to be a vicious Queen. She was scary enough when she got upset and she was not in her true form. I couldn't help but imagine what it would look like in the ocean. Her Kingdom would be the most feared. I guessed that was why the Sea Witch Queen wanted her to take over the sorcerers. Mom would be the perfect fit. I guess that was why she didn't want the gig.

She asked, impatient as she waited for him to elaborate. "Bruce a-and Layla Kingston. They're the leaders of t-the Panthers, The American m-mafia." She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Unfortunately, I don't have a clue of who they are." The woman grabbed another knife from the table and slashed multiple cuts on his chest, red blood oozing down his torso freely. Bella went around him and carved a heart on his bare back. It was her symbol; a signature, you could say. Each of her victims, alive or not, bared the symbol on their skin.

Thinking about who or what he meant, I turned to the next page and saw a long entry. “The secret of the truth has been hidden, the Queen has always existed, and those bastards had hidden her. She is cold like water and evil as hell. But they keep her at bay. The fuckers are afraid of her, so they keep her in denial. Especially that woman.” The Queen? What Queen would he be referring to?

I like her instantly, the way you like anyone who's learned your same language of not-asking. Renata gets her settled with the same ritual she gave me — boots, flashlight, knife, no explanation beyond you'll need them eventually — and I watch Piper hold the knife like it's the first weapon anyone's handed her without also handing her a reason to be afraid of it. The second one doesn't announce herself at all.

"Wearing a crown. Coiled around a broken sword." Varek took one slow step back. Boots bolted to the floor. "That line is dead," Varek said. The words came out like gravel. "The Sovereign King and his wife burned in the Sector Four sweeps. Ten years ago. There was no child." "The girl is twenty," Tor said. Voice coming back now. Harder. Like he'd made a decision. "She grew up in Sector Four. She fights with the Sovereign form... you saw it yourself in the hallway. And her father isn't hiding from a shipping debt." Something moved in Tor's face. Something complicated and old and guilty. "He's a Royal Guard. He's been keeping her buried in the outer rim for ten years to keep her breathing."

I ran my hand down his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. “You’re going to watch me fight,” I whispered, leaning in close. “And when we win, I’m going to fuck you again right here on this deck while your crew watches from their sinking ship.” He groaned, his cock twitching. “You’re insane.” “I’m the Pirate Queen,” I replied, stroking his thick shaft slowly. “And you’re my favorite toy tonight.”

Dirty conversation continued. "You belong to me at sea," she panted. "My personal fuck prize." "Yes, Captain. Use every hole." I thrust deeper, chasing release. She shattered first, then I followed, pumping into her ass. We collapsed, but she recovered quickly. More rounds followed through the stormy night—her riding my face while stroking me, me taking her against the cabin wall with her leg lifted, slow grinding while we talked about her life as pirate queen and my lost naval honor.

"Representing them is their newly returned and officially confirmed future Alpha." "The Lunaris Pack?" Malcolm paused, a flicker of incredulity crossing his features before he let a cold, dismissive smirk curl his lips. He had heard of this pack before. It was a matriarchal pack where the Alpha lineage was always female. Its history was long, but it was ultimately a pack led by women. In his eyes, such a pack would never rise to true prominence. Besides, their future Alpha had just returned, which meant she must be inexperienced. She was nothing more than a stepping stone for others.

“Don’t trust me. Don’t trust anyone. Not even yourself.” “Maya. So… stop.” I swallow. Maybe she’s right, but I still need to try. I feel like I’m about to do the most reckless thing in my life. I look at her—muscles, tattoos, mohawk—how could someone so composed make stupid decisions? “What is beneath the sea? The sword?” I press. “It’s been buried for years,” she replies. “Hadies has tried to excavate it, but only a true queen can claim it. If she were truly a queen, why hasn’t she found it? You can get it.”

"She's an experimental vessel of the Phantom Queen that came to a failure eight hundred year ago but soon became the advisor of the Phantom pack after the rebellion." "And she has this objective that the Queen's essence mustn’t get united again," Val declared, earning a gasp from Esther. We all looked at her in confusion but then she zoned out for a minute before she pulled herself in the reality again. "If that's true, then maybe she's the conspirator of all of these. If she doesn't want the Essence to be merged again then all she have to do is to stir a war repeatedly in order for that not to happen. And maybe she's also the one who encourage this taboo and rules between the pack to preven