Storm Pirate Novels & Stories

Damian's wolf was a massive, iron-gray beast with a thick, imposing build that could crush opponents with brute force. Rowan Seres Velden of the Stormrider Pack had a striking presence, with stormy blue eyes that seemed to constantly crackle with energy. His windswept blonde hair, slightly unkempt, gave him a wild appearance, while his calm demeanor contrasted the turbulent forces he commanded. The Stormrider Pack was known for their command over weather and storm elements, and Rowan's wolf, a silver-coated beast with glowing blue eyes, reflected the power of the skies-swift and unpredictable as lightning.

Love you’ I placed my phone back in my bag and looked up at Roman. “Thanks Greg” he said to the same man who welcomed us onto the boat, now filling our glasses with champagne. “Why are we the only ones on the boat” I asked out of curiosity. “I wanted you to myself” Roman replied. The boat began moving and the first course arrived, prawns. I looked up at Roman in surprise, how does he know I like prawnss? “I noticed you had them in Olive’s so I made sure to stick with what you like” he said as if reading my mind.

Blood fills the water as I swim fast and attack the other divers, leaving nothing but corpses in my wake. I breach the surface, looking up I raise my hands at the helicopter and raise an amused eyebrow as the wind whips around I turn my hand and the helicopter spins out of control I throw my hands towards the military vehicles on the shore and watch as they explode on impact. The storm rolls and lightning strikes the sand. Hitting the military, killing some instantly. I swish my tail as I watch from the waves.

The wind whipped my hair, tasting of salt and freedom. "Set a course," I said, my voice trembling with adrenaline. "North-North-West. To the Ghost Isle." Ashren walked to the navigation table. He looked at the chart. "It's going to be a rough ride," he said. "The storm front is massive." "Good," I said, placing a hand on my belly. "Let it storm. No one hunts in a hurricane." I looked at the refugees working the deck of my army. They weren't afraid. They were cheering. We were pirates now. Rebels. Traitors to two crowns. And we were coming for Darius.

Come off it, Lieutenant. Smith nodded in the affirmative as his eyes beamed with certainty. ''As a matter of fact, inspector, there's a big chance that Jack Banning is roaming still far in the ColdWolf woodland,'' Smith affirmed. ''We traced his phone call with Salim to the untamed forest around the Gulf Coast, and a search team has been despatched to the forest on the Chief of Police's order.''

I take a deep breath through my nose, stretch out to my full length and turn to him with my arms crossed over my chest. “I did not mean to be late! I did not mean to ruin my phone! I did not-” I don’t get a chance to say anything more. Mr. Storm’s strong arms grab me, turn me around and lead me up to the couch where he violently pulls my skirt off. “Hey! Stop!” I yell at him.

DELLA I stared up at the evening sky as I stood on the expansive deck of Hunt's cabin. The air smelled amazing. The strong scent of Fir and the smell of delicious Chilli cooking in the kitchen. Tonight was my first full moon in a pack. And I was nervous because tonight everyone would learn that I wasn't like them. Hunt would distance himself from me even more if he knew how weak I was.

I asked curiously. "He's Captain Barbossa, Jackson is Will Turner and Blake is Jack Sparrow. They had a marathon of all the Pirates of the Caribbean films a couple of nights ago and so they all dressed as their favourite character," Jamie said. Now I really did want to see the three of them because I would pay good money to see all three of them dressed as those for fun.

AUGUST I tried to breathe the pain away. Ambrose’s kick wasn’t that powerful purely because I’ve received more kick from him and this was by far, the softest of them all. Despite of that, the kick still hit the bulls’ eye of my hollow stomach and I’m not even wearing anything to begin with. I had to flinch for a short moment but I tried not to show any signs of weakness. I centered my focal point at Ambrose and I instantly saw the upcoming storm named typhoon Ambrose. His glare was filled with so much intensity and that was more than enough for me to know that he’s about to go on a rampage.

I guess I have to get used to it in this house. When I finished eating dinner I was going back to my room when I heard the door of the mansion swing open and saw prince Rodriguez storm in. His hair was tousled and out of place, the sleeve of his shirt was rolled up to his elbow, his suit jacket was nowhere to be found now. He looked disorganized, even with that he still looked handsome, his face reflected anger. His he ever in a good mood? I thought and continued walking up the stairs but stopped when he called my name.