Sonadow Pirates Novels & Stories

"All of it! The whispers, the 'accidents'… the way I felt about Isla! You poisoned me!" Aunt Cordelia's mask of concerned benevolence slipped, revealing the cold, polished marble of her true face. "Poisoned you?" she echoed, her voice a silken sneer. "I nurtured you. I protected you from your own pathetic weakness. This family's legacy—the true Siren's birthright—was meant for me! Not for a broken doll like you, or that stubborn, useless girl." Her eyes flickered toward my shimmering form. "But it skipped me, landing in you two. So I decided if I couldn't have it, I would control it. I would make sure you were all too fractured, too consumed by your own petty dramas, to ever become a threat.

“Exiles own the water, ma’am. Whatever your brother or the Captain told you was a lie. They have no idea what they’ll be facing. Exiles have granted us passage from time to time, but this ship is carrying two Royals. I doubt they’ll look the other way now.” “My brother has sailed these seas for years.” “He’s a Prince. You’re a Princess. Do you know what a pirate would do to get his hands on you? They’d defy every law in the book to capture a gem like that.” I felt queasy. “My sister has sailed this very journey. I think we are fine; all due respect.” He smiled and I realized why they called him Fang. His canines looked like they’d been filed into actually fangs. “Your sister is not you, Prin

Linda stands waiting in front of everyone like a queen as the pirates row their boat faster towards us at the sight of her. "M'lady you're out here! It is our greatest honour to be in your presence" the pirates shout in both shock and delight, falling to their knees and bowing their heads in their boat. "We have conquered the Shadowolf pack in the the name of his lordship Lord Luminis. We have captured many slaves to be sacrificed at your altar. We have recruited many young men to fight and destroy the kingdom of the angel kings. We beg that you pass a word about our great efforts to Lord Luminous. With his power we will end the illegitimate reign of the angel kings. And those proud bastard

The familiar scents of salt and sweat mingled with the acrid tang of gunpowder, a whirlwind of tension and fear pulsing through the air. A trio of attackers bore down on her, their eyes glinting with malice as they grinned, weapons raised. Each pirate seemed emboldened by the chaos, brandishing cutlasses that glinted wickedly in the dappled light. “Looks like the little princess is all alone,” one of them taunted, a sneer twisting his lips as he advanced with the others close behind, laughter echoing like a dark shadow at the edge of her resolve.

June was the one who talked with Roxanne regarding the information about Sonny. “Well, if the pack only answered to the king and queen, then the answer was on them. They knew what was happening, and Sonny thought that he wasn’t caught.” Roxanne pointed out, making us nod in understanding. “Then what about the rogues attacking the packs?” Ariel wondered. “As the report stated, envy and greed. Sonny uses rogues to abduct youngsters to sell to Phayton for him to get more rogues, but something else concerns me.” She simply answered the conclusion she had in mind after reading the reports.

"Now let's see if we could figure out where we are." I looked around the sandy shores to see nothing that would give away our location. I sniffed the air, trying to smell anything other than the saltwater we were sat next to. Finding nothing useful once again, I relied on my last result as I listened for the sound of other life forms. I heard a voice, very far but distinctly one I recognized. "We're in Lykanthop." "How do-" she was cut off by the yelling of agreement of the crowd which would have formed around him.

Pete moved on, "That has to happen...but back to you, baby girl. Since you've clearly proven yourself, we're ready for those special new ones we got for your birthday...you got more birthday bang to go!" I added, "We'll take off the blindfold, to let you see what's coming...you're gonna love'm!" She grinned from ear to ear, when she saw what was ahead, as he continued, "We got two very special Big Black Pornstar dildos, molded from Isiah and Anton...BBC pornstars! You already got a little taste of Isiah...what d'ya say more Isiah?" "Definitely...yes, more Isiah!" "And then here's Anton!"

"We will give you both some privacy." No sooner had the curtain fallen back into place following the women leaving did the giant wolf morph into a tall, broad shouldered male. Hair the colour of sunlight covered his head and was shaped into a beard. Blue eyes, the colour of glacial seas, glimmered in the firelight. Brandings and tattoos covered the male's chiselled and strong body. The man was a giant compared to the mother and daughter who currently lay at his feet. "Look, my love." The woman beamed up at her male. "We have been blessed with a daughter. Erik got his wish!"

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.

Vivian pov Dominic Blackwood remained calm. "In our Python Gang, there's a rule: all past leaders must wear masks, and only the leader's wife can see their true face. If I truly have that intention, I won't be too strict about gender." I felt a chill run down my spine. I had sensed something off about the way the green python looked at me; it turned out he was gay. I had no intention of putting myself on the line just to get a glimpse of him. "Sorry, Mr. Python, but I'm straight and even have a son, so I can't fulfill your wish." Dominic narrowed his eyes. "Funny coincidence, I like kids too. How about I meet him? Who knows, we might have a father-son connection." "My son is shy and probably