Storm Pirate Novels & Stories

The same boy I raised aboard my ship. “Why are you late?” Sebastian demanded. Angst written over his handsome features. “I’m ne’er late!” He shouted back. Making fists. “Ye know well me wouldna be, were there no’ a good reason!” What reason could there possibly be? “Do enlighten me!” Bast fumed. “Pirates don’t dare bother my flag, so what the devil is your ‘good’ reason?” “We had a for’nigh’ of sea storms for starts. Go’ washed inta the Peril.”

There seemed to be a pair of evil eyes in the center of the enormous tornado, which stared fixedly at Horatio. The seawater that had been sucked up into the air suddenly shot in Horatio's direction like a rain of arrows. It was too late for him to dodge. In an instant, he was surrounded by Caine's relentless attack. "Mr. Swanson… Mr. Swanson actually lost?" Hamish whispered in disbelief. The seawater that had shot toward Horatio was practically indestructible. Even the speedboat beneath Horatio's feet was peppered with holes. At the sight of this, even Lars was stunned.

Lauren makes a trip to the top deck after she finishes organizing the luggage to her designated cabin. She only brought a handbag and one suitcase that had enough clothes for her during a one-week trip on the cruise ship. Soon enough, the cruise ship set sail. Lauren tucked some stray hair behind her ears and stared at the sea. Watching the fiery sun moving towards the sea. The sky horizon turned into a brilliant blue, consisting of mixed colors of red, orange, and yellow. The breeze hummed in silence and in harmony with the waves that gently hit the cruise ship. The waters below reflect the breathtaking scenery.

About twenty meters away I spot them, or more to the point I spot him. Clayton Blackridge Alpha of the Lobo Sombra pack in his huge gun metal grey wolf. Standing to his right is a brown and grey wolf slightly smaller in height and not as muscular, possibly his Beta. My wolf starts stalking towards them and even though I am protesting she wants him. As I get closer he shifts back then the other wolf turns I realise he is giving us some privacy.

I close my eyes, focusing on her fingers soothingly stroking my hair and the comforting rhythm of her heartbeat. Raven Anita had fallen asleep on my chest as light rain pitter pattered against the windows. The trauma of that night still haunts her. Storms, like the one that just passed triggers PTSD attacks. I’m the only one who can calm her down. She’s been to an odd number of therapists but none of which can help her.

Rain threw Storm his keys and left walking with Kiera. "That was weird," I said looking at Blaze. "Things are not as they appear, Syla," he said smiling. "Bet he didn't see that coming." Blaze laughed. Storm just shook his head laughing and got drinks out of the cooler in the back of the Hummer and handed me one, as we settled back down by the fire again. After a long silence, Storm spoke up, " I am an investigator, and I run pack security. I tend to be aggressive, but I will follow my brothers, and I love Photography and storm chasing." he said smiling.

‘I thank the Goddess for you every day too,’ I told her. Before either of us could finish him, movement exploded from the shadows to our left. Another vampire burst from the side, fangs bared, blade already descending in a killing arc aimed at Storm's exposed flank. Storm reacted with pure instinct. She spun with breathtaking speed, her massive body pivoting like a dancer despite her size. Her tail whipped low in a burning arc, trailing phoenix fire like a comet's tail. The sweep caught the attacker mid-lunge, his feet vanishing from beneath him as if the ground itself had betrayed him. He crashed onto his back with a bone-jarring impact that drove the air from his lungs in an audible whoosh

His profile against the sunset, the line of his jaw, the way his locs were tied back with a piece of blue string. “What do your photos tell?” she asked. “That the world is worth saving.” He turned to meet her eyes. “Even the parts we haven’t mapped yet.” Something in her chest pulled tight. **Chapter 3: The Storm** The storm hit on day nine. It came fast, the way they do out here. Sky going green-black, wind whipping the water into something mean. Zamir helped her secure everything on deck, both of them soaked through in minutes. Rain so hard it stung.

Storm spun, firing a shot that caught the attacker in the shoulder, but the force of the collision sent his gun flying into the tall grass. The rogue slammed into his back, clawing at his throat. Storm roared, reaching over his shoulder to grab the wolf by its fur and flipping it over his head. The rogue hit the ground with a thud, and Storm didn't hesitate. He delivered a brutal kick to its ribs, but two more were already on him.

He looked like a Spirit wolf. The Gamma launched at him, but Damien successfully dodged. The Gamma attacked again, and Damien dodged. They were at it for a while with Damien dodging every attack. It was clear Alex didn't want to hurt him. Getting frustrated he turned to mist to attack, but Damien did something no spirit wolf had ever done before. He stood on his hind legs, grabbed the head of the mist and pinned it down. A golden light began to emit from him. The rest of the pack backed away, afraid of being touched by the light. The Gamma became whole again under Damien's paws, and Alex spoke in what seemed like a roar.