Storm Pirate Novels & Stories

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.

she said, and I agreed with her, but we needed a bit more time to plan the perfect hit. "I see your point... but I must devise a perfect plan..." I said, and she giggled. "I have the best strategist in every realm beside me... We can devise the perfect plan and smooth it out in record time," Storm said, "Who?" I asked, "Mom.... my mother is the best of the best..." she said, and I chuckled. Of course, her mother had wits to spare, so many that Stormee was smart. "Alright, you have until tonight to plan it... ask Vamir to join forces with you and your mother..." I sighed. I should have known that my proactive mate would take matters into her own hands.

I finished preparing and enter the kitchen for my food. Comfort share the food and kept it on the table. I stood up to get my water and I mistakenly pured it on Comfort. "What did you do to me!", Comfort shouted she landed a heavy slap on my face. "Well it was a mistake it wasn't intentional", I said nursing the pain on my cheek. "But it was my new dress you spill water on". "I'm sorry I said", and work away I just pilled a little water on her gown and that is why she is behaving like that I would have beaten her up but I didn't because I'm new here, I would have gotten my self fired.

Storm As soon as we landed in Texas, Doyle hired an SUV to take us to the Hunter’s Moon pack’s territory. Upon our arrival there, it surprised me to see just how much damage had been done during the attack. There were burned out structures everywhere, and I could tell by the small number of people that were out and about tidying up, that the pack had suffered quite a significant loss in pack numbers.

“You want the boss? Fine. Dalton Storm. He’s the one running things now. Not the guy out front, not the dummy they parade for the cops. But I don't know who pulls the strings.” The blade didn’t move. "Anything else?" “What's the plan?” he asked cooly “There is a big drop coming to the east dock,” I said. “ If you're wondering, they're not weapons, not this time. He's bringing in young hybrid Wolves. They’re being sold off to rogue alphas and freaks who collect our kind like trophies. It’s dirty work, well I guess you knew that much” There was still no response. Just that icy metal kissing my skin. Damn he was hard to get anything out of.

Lord Storm was angry, his face was contorted with rage and a bared teeth, curled lip and clenched jaw, A vortex of anger swirled through him and his heart throbbed of resentment. "That wench !" He roared, "Get Micro-J for me right now !" Lord Storm yelled and jerrod rushed out quickly, Micro-J is the given name of his hacker and programmer man. And within a moment he rushed to Lord Storm's apartment with some systems he brought from Lord Storm's programming room. "Track where the wench is at now, and send the location to creed LC7 " Lord Storm said, he has a lot of creeds in the city all scattered in branches, incase of an emergency operation.

It occupied the entire visual field, a monolithic barrier of darkness that seemed to swallow the remaining light of the day. Inside the wall, silent flashes of purple and green lightning illuminated the roiling vapor, looking like the firing of neurons in the brain of a mad god. "The Storm Point," Haley whispered, standing up to look over Jack's shoulder. "Category 6 Hyper-Cane. Sustained wind speeds of 280 miles per hour. Pressure variance capable of crushing a submarine. It's... it's beautiful." "It's a meat grinder," Marcus grunted from the jump seat. "And it's moving," Haley added, checking the data. "The storm is moving North at 400 knots. It's an artificial weather system, generated to

A private jet touched down on a cozy little island where the sun always seemed to shine just right. Walter owned this slice of paradise, and these days, every nook and cranny had been tweaked to Anna's liking. That afternoon, when Walter and Anna were out fishing in the sparkling sea, Walter's phone buzzed with a news alert from the capital. A villa in the fancy part of town had gone up in flames late last night. By the time the fire trucks rushed over, the place was nothing but ash and broken walls.

Eighteen Years Ago The Shadow Pack burned that night; the storm came first, then came the lightning. It split the sky in two; thunder shook the very foundation of the pack, like the growl of a vengeful god. The rain lashed out, falling heavily, but it didn't quench the fire swallowing the packhouse whole. The flames devoured the Alpha's mansion and everything that stood in their way. Hidden in the hollow oak tree is a child with jet-black hair clutching a leather-bound book to her chest.

"Tiger, explain it to him. Tell him what kind of trash this is." Tiger held the conch shell carefully as if it were a family heirloom. "This... This is the Poseidon Emblem... With this, you'll be able to sail anywhere on the open seas and everyone from the underworld will let you pass with no questions asked. They might even provide you with the best armed escorts they could afford. Your shipping company pays pirates tens of millions every year in protection fees. With this, you wouldn't have to pay a single cent… You treated something so priceless like a piece of garbage!" Hank's eyes turned crimson red in an instant, so red they looked like they were going to bleed at any time. He stared