The King Of The Pirates Novels & Stories

That was the only thing I could think of. Damiano Valentino was loved by everyone. It was weird how both the men and women adored him—or should I say creepy. Well, except for Alessandro. He hated Damiano's guts. He always said he was just a spoiled brat who was born into money and had known nothing else. And I couldn't agree more. If the world found out that he was working with the king of Porta Inferni, that would be the end of his career and fame. Everyone would hate him, and I'm sure he wouldn't want that.

he said, running his fingers through his damp hair. "Was?" "She died when I was seven." "Oh... I'm sorry about that," I mumbled. He smiled at me, entwining our fingers together. "My father is the present king of the northern werewolves. I rebelled against him and was thrown out" he continued. My eyes widened. "I established my own pack by gathering rogues. The pack grew until it became a kingdom. Naturally, I became their king. I met Deanna when I first became king. She was my first mate. She died due to unpleasant circumstances"

Ira stared triumphantly at the ugly scars on the king's face. - Come on, use it, make me tremble with pain! Vragenn suddenly leaned back and grinned. - So that's what you're up to. Well, no, now you will be under close supervision. And as for my command - if you refuse to drink blood, I will personally go to that ancient castle where your friends live, still trying to figure out how to rebel against me. From there I will send you gifts - maybe they will be black wings, maybe silver earrings. Or maybe body parts. The head... yes, the head will come off,” the Lord grinned predatorily. - The head of a human paladin, then the head of William, and then the lovely head of your Tristan. Although by

“No!” All heads turned to the new voice. The Captain. Savage recognized. Deragan ducked a few branches to walk far enough in to join them. A hand outstretched to stay Tev. “Do not draw your weapon on him.” “Why?” Tev’s brow knitted. Phalanx sighed and stood. “Because he’s Savage Jack. The King of Assassins.” Tev still looked confused. He’s never heard of me. “If you pull that on me,” Savage nodded toward the hatchet. “I’ll kill you with it.”

Chapter 23 - Enough Garren The job of a King was to ensure that his people felt self and protected all while keeping order. It was a gruelling task, one I wouldn't wish upon my greatest enemy. The hours were long, and the days were tiresome. I didn't want to be back here sitting on my throne in front of my people so soon. Not when I had planned to have one more day of solitude with Penelope. But all of that was shattered the moment Zeke stepped through the portal and destroyed any shred of hope I had at having one last night lost in the possibility of what life with Penelope could be like.

Brax questioned as we both looked up at Ace. "Yes! My great-grandfather was king, until he gave it up." "Okay. So why are you telling us?" I wasn't sure of his goal, seeing how it wouldn't matter now anyway. No, Alpha will hand their title over. The time of a King is long gone. "I plan to reclaim my title. My great-grandfather was foolish for stepping down. I will get everything that belongs to me. One way or another." He stated, as if it were an obvious fact.

He just wanted to marry the Princess so that he could show the world that he got what he wanted. In return for marrying the Princess, he had paid king Patrick a price, but the princess has fled. Patrick was very much disturbed because Shylock was making him in trouble, Shylock was pressuring Patrick to find the princess as soon as possible and get him married to the princess. Shylock was an orphan boy whom the king adopted because he didn’t have a son. The king's name was Pearson and his kingdom was called Pearson’s kingdom. Pearson was a very brave and kind king, he always helped everyone.

Always behind, and just behind. “But such place won’t be in your hands forever. Such glory is meant to fade. The respect and privileges would soon be gone the moment you become incompetent or useless. And more often than not, Kings are just mere figureheads...” I knew it. He would just be glorifying whatever position the other females in our family has. “The true power and glory, lies on who has made a mere human a king.” Nepotism? “Their advisers, the one who controls the strings – the Kingmaker.”

Mr King Keisha Martins is what you would call a thief. A good thief; at least that's what she says. She practically steals from the bad people and delivers to the good people; at a hefty price, of course. And she reckons it's a win-win situation. Bad guys lose, the good guys win and she gets some hard-earned money in the She is quite content with her perfect little existence and risky way of living because hello, adrenaline? Yes, she absolutely loves the adrenaline that comes with the danger.