Pirate Villain Novels & Stories

Shanglanders possessed an inherent trait—they were wildly conceited and behaved as if they were kings when standing in front of those they thought were weaker than them but would cower in fear in the presence of a powerhouse. It was no surprise that the Shanglander would blame Adrian when they encountered pirates. Adrian ignored the Shanglander’s remark. He instead turned to look at Casey and asked, “When will they get here? Do you know who their employer is?” Most pirates were in the employment of companies that held great influence.

She bet her sister would be green in envy when she saw this gown. She was also excited to meet her great grandfather Oscar Ariola. The man was infamous for betting all their wealth in a card game with a pirate. She wondered how a very wealthy man ended up facing the pirate. Pirates are rakes who prey on the misfortunes of sailors and people in business on the high seas.

So, I spoke up, my voice low so only Alpha Evan could hear, "Alpha Evan, he is right. I am only a slave. Not someone worth starting a pack war over." He looked down at me, his expression softening drastically. What had been tonnes of barely concealed anger had now morphed into what looked like something akin to shock and surprise. "Let me be the judge of that," he said to me, his voice low, yet velvety smooth. To Alpha Adrian, he said, "I would like to buy her. Name your price." This time I gasped out loud. I couldn't believe what he'd just said. The man was offering to take me away from here, from this cruelty.

I was never going to feel sorry for anyone, especially not a wicked Villain like me. "Hahahaha… Damien! Look at you. All grown up. Ready to be an Alpha. What were you thinking? That you would run somewhere, away from your pack? Away from your responsibility? Tell me, who's the villain here? Haha" I remained silent. All I could hear in my head was the truth that came out from his mouth. "Listen up, kid," he wheezed, "you can't dodge these dark truths. Embrace them, live with 'em. Those sacrifices, all for you, Damien. Can't you see? Think your wolf's some Moon Goddess present?"

Touching the bread, or anything else, was an impossible task for me. As he engaged Xavier in the discussion, a man whose looks suggested a captain pirate persona drew my attention. His statements were tinged with suspicion and foreboding. "Are you sure about that, lad? I encourage you not to put your trust in that savage hunter. He could be fooling you by stirring up ancient family feuds." The pirate ship's captain stood tall, a figure of power and experience. He had a worn yet authoritative demeanor at 40 years old that demanded respect from his crew. His clothing reflected his marine lifestyle, with a mix of raw pragmatism and a dash of flamboyance.

Let's just say she is about to have a taste of what misery truly is" she threatened. I felt a surge of anger rushes through me at the mention of my beloved Alyssa. How dare she threaten the woman I love. "What did you say? I asked, my anger visible. "You dare threaten Alyssa before me? Do you not know who I am? You seem to have forgotten that I am Marcus, the feared prince of the North Moon Pack. " I said boastfully. "Your father may be a strong man but so am I. I haven't done anything wrong. I was never interested in you and you knew it." I snarled

This time, my rival had sent his own younger brother. "Please... don't hurt me. I'll disappear. I won't say a word," he begged through tears. I looked at him without interest, begging rarely changed anything. It certainly wouldn't change this. I gave a small wave, and my bodyguards grabbed him, preparing to tie him up. "Please! There's... there's a bomb in the hotel... and around the area." A bomb? I underestimated them. "Who planted it?" "Pierre Antonio." Pierre... I'd never met the man before. At this point, I wasn't even sure who my real rival was anymore. I gave him a cold stare, he swallowed hard.

Elara's steps slowed without her permission. She knew who he was. Everyone in the kingdom knew who he was. Lord Kael Draven. The Black Villain. The man they said had burned three villages to ash without blinking. The man they said could not be killed, though no one could explain why. Guards spoke of him in low voices. Children were warned never to look him in the eye. And above his head, glowing faintly through the rain, was a number. 0 DAYS. Elara stopped walking entirely.

It was more like an insult that is punishable by execution. They showed their ridicule at her seeing how powerless she is compared to their kingdom. Though it was true that the sovier kingdom is powerless and small compared to them. But it doesn't mean that they can't fight back. After all, it was Alisha the villainous who was ruling the kingdom. Not only is she capable of ruling she was able to tame the wild and powerful man like Macbeth. Who was known as the king of evil in the arena.

The Night Watch was set up much the same way. Down on the docks, Kima tipped our escort generously. I approved wholeheartedly. There, a lieutenant took charge of us, and began inventorying our loot. His blue cloak identified him as a follower of Ledomir, the most powerful of the Pirate Lords - though Inavar the Wolf might disagree with that assessment. - This is going to take a while." I said, to Kima. I told her what I intended to do, and she nodded. - "All right. Don't be too long, though."