Storm Pirate Novels & Stories

S H E S T O O D A few feet away from the tall mound of stone and marble that cast a shadow over her from the setting sun. For an unknown reason, Natasha found herself visiting that place more than once in a week, just to let out the day's weight and gaze upon the twenty-foot statue of the Blue Streak which captured him in a sprinting position and the large lightning bolt emblem plastered to his chest being the only thing that had color as a blue glowing lamp enclosed in a glass case was attached on top of it, highlighting the emblem.

Skyler and Claire hopped back between Mishka and Gideon, everyone had a rail clasped as the roaring boat started speeding up the first wave, it felt ok until they flew over on the other side, into the rain, and finally the lightning and thunder made them all flinch. "Weirdest storm ever!" Skyler screamed. No one paid her mind, mentally bracing for every knock, every dip and sway, somewhere they knew ice floated, the cold in the air announced that, the question was when!? And how hard will they hit it? Villa fought with every wave, going into them nose first as much as she could, but to no avail, yet to sudden awe they felt that hard thud below. The storm made it difficult to asses if there w

“Please don't hurt me. I'm only doing my job. I didn't realize who you were until I already grabbed you.” “Who are you?” “I'm one of the watch Warriors of the pack, my name is Tye.” “There has been so much activity in the past couple of days that I didn't think I'm sorry. I didn't want to take a chance to endanger the pack.” “What do you mean increased activity, why wasn't I informed?” “There have been wolves trying to come into the pack. We are not sure why some seem harmless, but others seem dangerous. With all that has happened, we have not been allowing newcomers to join.”

“Um, what?” “Sorry, Gio no time to explain. You can either come with me or drive Lans back. He’s not medically cleared to drive right now.” I nod and helped Lans to his car and settled him in. As I closed his door, I heard the roaring of a motorcycle. Not just any motorcycle, it was a Kawasaki Ninja H2R. My eyes almost popped out of my head and I knew she was smirking at me as she saw the look on my face as she sped past me. Toni must’ve had the same look because I could hear Bianca, Julian and Lileth laughing. At least I know that she can handle speed. I was definitely getting her a car for her birthday which is in 2 months. Fuck! Need to get that order placed, customisation takes a while.

“And I'll see you tonight at seven.” “Sounds good!” Tyler agreed. Spock wagged his tail. I nodded. “Excellent.” Logan flashed us one last smile before turning to head back toward the resort. He walked with a pep in his step I hadn't seen before as the wind plastered his shirt against his back. I shook my head as I tried to figure him out. He seemed legitimately excited about dinner tonight. I wondered just what he had planned. The resort had boasted several romantic excursion opportunities. A gust of wind drove handfuls of sand into my bare legs. The waves out on the ocean had gotten rougher, and whitecaps crested with each swell. The storm was officially moving in, and the previously calm w

Alpha Liam’s soaked hair and body whipped towards the young alpha, who was protecting the unconscious Alpha Cameron from the surge of attacks from the left side. A phantom and a griffin rider, who were a few meters away from them, were struck by a lightning bolt while the tornadoes sucked the troops from both parties into the sheer oblivion of the depths of the darkened sea.

Our arms too, so close there was no space for air. Scott planted a kiss on my head. "I love you, Storm"

“Return my possessions, Lord Thief. Then I will give you mercy. You’ll still have your head on your neck when I kill you.” “Lord Thief … well, that’s a new one,” the captain muttered, his tone sounding calm but irritated. “You, a sweet little biscuit, says you will give me mercy, eh? Seems you ain’t aware of my power … let me show it to you, then.” Tristan prepared for a hard blow, knowing his opponent would use an ability … or a swordsmanship style … “I shall give you a hint of it,” the Pirate Lord raised his cutlass sword, causing it to glow against the darkness, “I command most of the tides … conquered the western seas … and ruled the ocean storms.”

"If you count the hunger." He looked at Saoirse. "I need you to be the distraction again. But not a show this time. A threat." "What kind of threat?" Tristan pointed to the sky. "A storm," he said. "Zephyr makes the clouds. You make the lightning. We make them think a hurricane is hitting the fleet. While their sensors are blinded by the static... we ram them." "Ram them?" Vane yelled. "In this tub?" "We don't need the tub to survive," Tristan said. "We just need it to get us close enough for me to touch the hull."

Harper had tied him to a heavy pipe with a rope so he wouldn't be thrown around by the ship's violent pitching. "Hold on, Sebastian," Harper shouted over the thunder, wiping his forehead with a wet rag. "Just a little longer." Suddenly, a different sound cut through the roar of the storm. RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT. Machine gun fire. The ship's alarm blared. "PIRATES! PIRATES BOARDING! ALL HANDS TO DECK!" Harper’s blood ran cold. Pirates. In the middle of a hurricane. These weren't desperate fishermen. These were professionals.