Pirates Romane & Geschichten

She chuckles as she takes another sip, but then the smile slowly leaves her lips. “The night of my twelfth birthday, the pirates invaded our village. They burnt our homes, they fought with the men and boys who were protecting their homes and their families. My mother told me to run and to hide. So, I did. I watched from the hill as the pirates raped and murdered the women, my mother included. They made the men watch as they took their wives and older daughters before they slaughtered them. No-one was left alive. Until they found me, the sole survivor. The witch, the cursed one. They had come for me.” I take a deep breath and pul

"They are the size of the legendary Dire wolves. Brand's wolf comes almost up to my shoulder on his flat feet. His teeth are as fearsome as the Háhyrnir (killer whale) that roamed our sea." Astrid witnessed his Adam's apple bob and his face drain of color in terror. "You are lying," he declared, but the quiver in his voice betrayed his deepening fear. "I am not," she assured him. She tried to muster up a look of concern for him, though she was not at all convinced she was pulling it off. "Save yourself, Leif. Show me where the baby is. Brodi is merciful. If you abandon your plan and confess, I'm sure you will survive. If you do not…"

one of our best soldiers shouted from the door and everyone stood in silence waiting for me to start talking. "I think everyone here already knows that Moses' bar was attacked last night. Two of our boys were killed, Jason and Brandon will not return to our pack because of the vampires, these boys will not have a second transformation, never learned to control their wolf, they will never find a mate and the fault is that fucking vampires!" The men in front of me growled and agitated in revolt, all there were tired of this war, most had lost one of the family, no one could stand all the killing and bloodshed that had lasted for centuries.

one of the securities sent to retrieve Esther says, “and one of our rescue ships is gone, she must have got tipped off and ran.” “What!” Heath yells angrily. It seems this cruise is surely from hell.

One wrong swift, Vengeance awaits. Alexander pope Not many people could hear the loud voice of Maria's mistress, down the street on a rainy night in a mansion. The woman of the house was acting violent and her servant, Maria received the results of the violence with cries and pleads. Maria thought it was a dream when she was dragged out to the sitting room by her mistress and received heavy slaps with intensity. She couldn't endure the slaps, so she cried out and pleaded with the woman to forgive her for any wrong she might have done.

*Jaedon’s POV* “You’re saying war?” My best friend and Beta, Peter Normandy raised his eyebrows at me. Peter and I had met when we were children. Our pack, Snow Creek, had taken over his own pack Everforest. Now, the remaining joined us and pledged their loyalty. It hasn’t been a terrible thing for them though. We didn’t have to kill anyone. Their Alpha had been sick and the sickness was spreading. He asked us to take over the healthy of their pack so it wouldn’t have to die off. Our Alpha at the time obliged.

"Are you expecting me to believe that I'm a half-witch? Do you know what my pack would do if they found out?" "I know they'd kill you," he said. "How would you even know?" I ask, my voice rising with anger. "Because I am one and there are several others in my pack are also witch-werewolf hybrids. You will receive your witch powers and then you will change into your werewolf." "Who are you?" "This is a rogue pack. We run by our own rules here. The rest of our kind have all kicked us out, shunned us from their traditions so here we are."

Lily didn't understand why the two of them were laughing, but feeling like she was being tricked, she turned around angrily and walked forward. Elias called out, "I'm not fooling you. Actually, it's not the yellow flowers, but in this forest, there are some insects that specialize in eating raw meat. It's hidden under big flowers, not tiny flowers like that." Elias laughed again, and Venn laughed with his master's cheerfulness. Amity watched the prince's figure from afar. It's really been a long time since the prince had such a happy moment. The grip of the throne, the hostility of Prince Douglas, made the prince's heart harden, gradually forgetting this simple and ordinary joy.

As I grew older and overheard conversations between papa and his 'colleagues', I soon figured out what the fuck was going on. I was fourteen when I found out. My papa killed his brother and his family to take over the Spanish mafia himself. He did all of this for money. Our family wasn't poor before this, so papa had no reason to be this greedy. He got caught up in all of this avarice that he ended up killing his own family. It wasn't like uncle Pedro didn't send us money either, he would always help us when we asked. Yet, papa didn't appreciate his brother's efforts enough...

“Curious looks don’t dig up old seasons. They just make you easy to read.” Ethan turned. “You talking to me?” Marcus capped the bottle and finally met his eyes, expression still calm. “Just an observation. You’ve been measuring people all practice.” He skated off before Ethan could answer. Eli, who had been close enough to catch the exchange, drifted over once Marcus was gone. He leaned on his stick, tone casual. “You and Rivera never talk. Neither do Rivera and Marcus. I’ve been here long enough to notice the gaps.” Ethan wiped his face with his jersey. “It’s complicated.”