Storm Pirate Novels & Stories

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.

Who is going to know? KILLER: That’s awesome. Chris is going there next week as well. Going to help out the newbies. Maybe I can go with and see you there. I’m not usually for breaking rules but that rule is ridiculous. No chance Hailstorm wants to join….? HAILSTORM: Mm… lemme think – seeing a bunch of wolves in the icy cold while you two cuddle up with your mates, sorry girls. That’s a no from me KILLER: The boys will be so busy there will be no time to cuddle Hailstorm, so it will just be us

It had to be really bad. Jacob cocked his head, continued to stare up into the corner, and then grinned before he turned to face 416. “The camera is off now. No record is being made of this. What Dr. Trent doesn’t know is that you are going to have a horrible accident, you freak. You shouldn’t have fucked with me. I warned you that I’d take you out.” He grabbed the bag he’d carried into the room. “Nobody breaks my nose and lives. I knew it would only be a matter of time before you would be punished. I just bided my time.” He pulled out a syringe. “You’re going to die, you bastard!”

Like a dying animal. “Back to the deck!” Elias cried somewhere through chaos. The next moments swoop. Sliding steps. Cold rain. Screaming wind. Mara didn't know how to get up the stairs. Suddenly she was out again. And the storm hit her with violence. Rain whipped her face. Wind almost took her breath. The sea hit black and huge around them. The Aurora was sloping between the waves. Not far away, dark rocks from the water stood like teeth. And behind it

As soon as he unleashed his his technique, there was a more intense sandstorm than anyone had ever experience in a desert and it swept through the enemy frontline and kept going. The storm riders were quick to react, and they responded back with their own technique. "STORM BREAKER!!" they yelled as they intercepted the incoming sandstorm and cancelled it out. But the enemy wasn't done. As soon as the storm riders cancelled out sandstorm, the were met with Zephyr's 'breath of hell', a wind that carried both darkness and pain. As the Yamato army choked on Zephyr's wind, Hopper released her own technique "GREAT PLAGUE" and all forms of poisonous insects swarmed into the battlefield and began ca

“Yeah, their Black Wind Fleet is equipped with more than 20 Thunderbolt warcraft.” “I’m surprised that the Black Wind Pirates dare to appear in Black Tiger City.” Philip noticed the same logos on the dozens of warcraft approaching and asked Kane. “Master, they're the Black Wind Pirates. They're equipped with the Thunderbolt warcraft, which have mediocre attack power but quick reflexes.” Philip nodded and said, “Just take them down.” At Philip’s command, energy fluctuations appeared on the Black Hawk warcraft, and dozens of energy bombs were fired at the Thunderbolt warcraft.

My hands fumble on the rigging, and every movement seems delayed. Wind howls through the now ripped and tangled sails, and giant waves slosh over the deck, threatening my every step. I wasn't fast enough. The storm has found me, and I can't escape it. If I had help, I would have made it, but by myself, I am too slow. I cling desperately to the mast, praying that the storm will stop.

The air was warm and natural, and it seemed as though many had heard, yet none would speak of it as they appeared to have considered it natural. Two days passed since tears had filled eyes and fear had gripped many at their weakest points. And unto the next day, what had happened at night had become a thing of the past as the smiles on faces sprang up out of sorrows of hearts. It seemed as though they had all adapted to the regular torture and torments of a rogued beast as such, evident in the rapid refurbishing of the damaged environments. The phantom's nature was specially chaos, that was knowledge known to all men and child. And its footprints were the massive destruction which could neve