Red-haired Shanks Crew Novels & Stories

"Lead on, Captain." "You seem like you might be a lot more trouble than you look." Priest removed Spitfire's hand from his arm. "Tallgrass. Give me your jacket. Oh, I don't know how worldly you are, no-fur, but don't be frightened by my crew's appearance. It is a crew of mostly Hares." He stepped back allowing Spitfire to see Bright and Tallgrass. The latter of which held out a long green patchwork coat to the no-fur.

The man nodded and sat down. The other forces seemed to be in a dilemma but not for long. Soon, they separated and joined the forces they favored. After everyone took sides, the Shank family undoubtedly became the weakest among them. After all, only the black turtle royal family joined the Shank family. Out of nearly 100,000 people, only more than 7,000 chose the Shank family. Their numbers were less than 10,000! “It seems that the Shank family is unable to compete anymore,” Old Shank said nonchalantly.

The Emperor said loudly, knowing that four someones were spying nearby. The four pirates, who went simply by Angry, Shifty, One-eye, and Pungent, had been careful after two of their comrades died while they trailed the imperial troops. At first three of them had wanted to turn around and report the events to Xander, but then then Shifty reminded them that none of them had been close enough to hear the fugitives' plans.

Scatterbrain ~ Emei Shane’s hand shot out, connected with Gabe’s chest, and pushed him back. Leo caught him, and my brows furrowed as I wondered if he was part of Shane’s pack. I didn’t remember him ever telling us where he came from, and maybe that was bad on our part. My eyes dropped to my best friend. He looked disheveled, but his eyes were worried as they took me in. He wore a baby blue dress shirt, but the buttons didn’t line up because one side hung lower than the other. He wore shorts I knew were his because they were tight and showed every curve of his body.

The Pack Six other boys were crouched behind that booth. Desperately eating the meat. Much older than Eben, they were dirty and had cuts. Some were large and some looked like they could be brothers. But all of them wore torn clothes and had matted hair. Looking more like feral dogs than children. And, in Eben’s mind, likely equally as feral. He gazed at them warily. They were just the manner of peasants his father had taught him to avoid.

"We have guarded the Angkor Vault for twelve generations. We were told that one day, the Lu-Sheng Shark would chase the Panni Saint back to the cradle. We did not expect the Shark to bring a third head." "The man on the boat," Panni said, her voice trembling. "He looked like Jinyan. He looked like Jian. But the eyes... they weren't human." Vira paused, his hands stained green by the herbs. He looked at Grace, who was sleeping on a mat nearby, her face pale but steady.

My home burned behind us, but my spirit refused to break. Three figures stood out among the crew, their presence commanding the very air around them. Jarl Ragnar Bloodaxe, the leader, was a giant of a man with braided blond hair, a beard woven with silver rings, and eyes the color of storm-tossed seas. His muscular frame, covered in furs and leather, bore the scars of countless battles. Beside him stood his brother, Thorsten the Stormcaller, leaner but no less imposing, with wild red hair and tattoos of ravens covering his arms—marks of his connection to the gods. And then there was young Bjorn Ironfist, the jarl’s closest shield-brother, with sharp features, dark hair, and a body honed like

Beside her stood Grand Marshal Vance, his grey eyes fixed on the massive shape looming in the dry-dock below. "She’s a beast, My Queen," Vance rasped, his voice cutting through the rhythmic, deafening clang of blacksmith hammers echoing from the lower furnaces. "We used the seasoned northern pine Craig’s clans harvested to line the internal ribbing, then sheeted the hull in four inches of rust-resistant iron plates. The shipwrights didn't believe a hull that heavy would float, but Commander Cheryl’s ballast magic is holding."

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 armies in the other clans' region also did the same. They shared their military force so that they could cover the weaknesses of the other clans with their strength united. The commander of this army was a shark man with grey skin. His hair was short and swayed around in the current. His muscles were toned and showed strength. His hands and feet were webbed and he also had a large fin on his back. His black armour with blue edges only covered his torso and crotch area. His shark skin was tough so he didn't really need the armour. His name was Afro Joss.