Storm Pirate Novels & Stories

The Battle of the Mid-Atlantic Jade burst onto the deck. The sky was a bruised purple, and the ocean was churning with unnatural, bioluminescent foam. Three "Skitter-Craft"—low-profile pirate boats—were circling the Acheron, firing harpoons made of conductive copper wire. The wires hissed as they hit the ship’s deck, siphoning the Acheron’s power and feeding it back into the pirate’s own "Hate-Cores." "They're draining us!" Aris screamed from the bridge. "In two minutes, the shield goes down and they’ll board!"

Jane's POV The freezing wind of the North Sea slapped my face like a blow as I stumbled onto the slick, iron deck of the merchant vessel. The midnight air was blinding, thick with a torrential downpour that turned the ocean into a swirling, black abyss all around us. The storm was a deafening roar, a chaotic crashing waves and howling gales that threatened to swallow the entire ship whole. Every surface was coated in a dangerous layer of ice-cold brine and grease, making it nearly impossible to maintain a footing.

I shouted to the artillery crews. An apocalyptic hurricane slammed into the coastline. The wind didn’t just howl. It screamed, with the brutal power of a freight train, the kind that doesn’t care what it hits. Freezing, black rain hammered the cliffs , and that magical storm was so intense it instantly snuffed the glowing Sun-Fire traps along the ridge. The battlefield dropped into pitch-black darkness, lit only by erratic crimson flashes.

My phone sits in the cupholder, screen black. I don’t realise I’m holding my breath until Carver says, gently, “Breathe.” I do. Cold air in. Warmer air out. The lot is so still I can hear the tick of cooling metal from my own hood. The camera tower above me blinks a small red light, indifferent and constant. Then my phone lights. UNKNOWN NUMBER. A text, plain and merciless: TURN YOUR CABIN LIGHT ON. My stomach drops. Carver’s voice tightens. “Do not comply.”

The comfort I had was humming the song my mother would sing every night to lull me to sleep. My prayers were finally answered when we sailed into a storm. Thank Poseidon, because this pirate, this piece of shit, was about to rape me, his pants around his ankles as I wept waiting for the inevitable to happen. When the storm hit. He was thrown off of me. They never touched me until tonight, well apart from beating me into submission, but they released a pain in me, a hatred that would kill them in the end. Their end will come tonight.

Thank you so much for reading The Snow Storm! If you would like to find out more about what happens to Owen and the rest of the Williamson family then check out the sequel, Murder Motel. Here is a sneak peak of the book.. Chapter One September 17, 2007 “Am I speaking to a mister Owen Matthews?” “Um, yeah, that would be me.. Can I help you?” He does not recognize the female voice on the other end of the line but he has to admit, it is a beautiful voice. He would know how to spot a lovely voice, considering her heard random voices all day long.

The sound of cannon fire echoed across the rolling waves as the rival pirate ship loomed closer, its black sails unfurling ominously against the stormy sky. At the helm of the Nightshade, Amelia Knight stood tall, her long limbs and formidable presence cutting through the chaos that enveloped her. “Crew, ready your weapons!” she shouted, her piercing blue eyes scanning the deck, igniting a fierce resolve within her comrades as the taste of battle hung in the salt-kissed air.

"Good girl, Mommy is so proud of you." I hug her tight, my heart full of love and pride. "That's my brave girl! Let's wait for the storm to pass. We'll play some games and tell stories until it's all clear." Kie and Sam step out into the wind and rain, and they feel a sense of trepidation. The storm is fierce, but they're safe on the yacht. The storm rages on, its fury unrelenting as it makes landfall as a strong Category 4 hurricane. The yacht is steady, as waves come crashing over its rails, the captain expertly navigates to get free of the storm's deadly grip.

She thought of laying down in the netting between the hulls and taking a nap, but instead just sat where she was. Sabrina closed her eyes, soaking up the sun while taking a little cat nap. It was so calm and peaceful. But the peace didn't last long. The next thing Sabrina knew, the light breeze that she had been enjoying had turned into powerful gusts of wind. It flapped against the sails and the sound caused her eyes to shoot open. She lifted her gaze toward the front of the boat. Dark clouds had begun to roll in over the horizon. It was clear that a storm was moving toward them and it was moving quickly. “We weren't supposed to hit that,” he murmured, rising to a standing position.

This is the second time you did it. "Hey, who is that guy?" I asked Liam. "Who?" "The guy who's wearing a jersey number 1. The one in our team." He looked at it. Afterwards, he looked at me in disbelief. He also had this shocked expression as if he's so surprised about my question. "You didn't know?" Will I asked him I I did? I glared at him. He slightly laughed at me. "Well man, that's Jairuz Andrei Ramirez. His fans calls him Jairuz, doesn't want to be called Andrei. He's the captain of the team." Oh, I see. I just asked for the name, he talks a lot.