The King Of The Pirates Novels & Stories

The bar keeps straightening up and gives a warm and friendly smile, pouring another round of swish into the empty glass by him. The orc's voice trembles with fear and anxiety. "There are no pirates here I'm afraid. After all, piracy would be unlawful, the only one left in Sky World is that King of Pirates and he isn't here." Tegan halts his hand forward as if saying to stop pouring, the glass is only half full, but Gord gives in to the demand and puts the bottle down. "The lone wolf crazy King of Pirates, here? I don’t think so. Besides mostly women have checked in today." The Chosen grips the base of the glass and lifts the hem to his nose, giving it a good smell before dripping the liquor

“They ain’t just pirates, I’m telling you. They’re all highly trained thieves … and their tricks can beat even the most skilled swordsman.” “Trained?” Tristan raised an eyebrow. “You’re implying they have someone as a master or lord or whatever.” “Aye, they have. Folks say they have Pirate Lords … and the Pirate King ruling above all.” Tristan’s hand went to check Draphiron’s core inside his pocket. If such thieves would come to attack the ship, he had to plan beforehand. But his trust in his sword skills overwhelmed his anxiety of losing the core. He probably could still fight even when he’s out of the country.

He was extremely confident no one could take his throne, not without his permission anyways. Someone knocked. "Enter." Edmund entered. "Your Majesty. You said to inform you as soon as he returns." Alexander's eyes shone. His smile grew. "Have him wait. I will be there shortly." The kingman bowed and left. Brand jerked his head in questioning of which he shook his head, his smile increasing. "This is personal." Charles became unnecessarily agitated. "What are your plans, then? For the pirates?" Brand went back to topic. He seemed enthusiastic and zealous to rid the Kingdom of the damned pirates. Were they disrupting his business?

He should’ve come for his princess himself. If Aria truly betrayed him—if she’d compromised his empire—he would’ve hunted her personally. Made an example of it. He wouldn’t outsource something this important. Unless… Unless killing her isn’t the goal. Unless flushing something out is. Unless I am. The realization settles heavy in my gut. Vincenzo Moretti doesn’t throw pieces off the board. He sacrifices them to reposition the king. I exhale slowly. Aria thinks she’s been outlawed. Maybe she has.

“I'll pay off my father's debt. I-I'll work… as much as I have too just please, let me go” He suddenly dropped the ice pack on the bed next to me as he grabbed my face between his thumb and index finger. “I don't think you understand the situation you're in… Olivia. You've been sold to a ruthless mafia King and you really think begging will change anything?” I felt a tear betray me as it ran down my cheek. “You are mine now, to use as I please.” He brought his head to the crook of my neck, getting a good whiff of me.

"My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand." "It's nice to meet you, sir," she said as she finally dragged her eyes up, in awe of his beauty as well. While she had been distracted by the King as soon as she walked in, the Beta blocking her view of him forced her to take in how attractive he is. She didn't even realize that she was still holding his hand, though no longer shaking it, until the King let out a soft growl. Beta Jax cleared his throat, turning to gesture to the man, who was now sitting rigid in his chair. "This is the Lycan King, Alpha Kenzo."

Tom couldn't be bothered right now leaving me to take up the mantle, my mind was a mess as I wondered what to do next. “Princess?” The elder's smooth voice drew me out of my thoughts, shaking my head. I turned to find him and the other staring at me. A flush of red spread through my neck and ear. “Sorry?” He sighed, ignoring the scoff from the elders as he repeated himself, “What are we to do? The rogue do you think—” I shook my head, “Fret not…the Rogues will not be returning anything soon. Although we couldn't catch the mastermind, we dealt enough damage to cripple their advances.”

What was that about? I took a deep breath and began gathering my thoughts. "Then, ask me anything you want, Your Majesty." The king's expression softened, and he leaned forward slightly, making the conversation feel more personal. "I have been thinking ever since last night. Your blue eyes, your pale skin, and golden locks... All of those features seemed too uncommon for the people in my kingdom. You can barely see anyone even with lighter hair. And almost everyone's eye colors are dark. But yours... Perhaps... Do you hail from another kingdom? Are you a spy planted here to give away my kingdom's weakness?" King Lucian smirked knowingly, hoping to get the response he wanted from me.

He brought his mouth down until his lips touched mine lightly, just barely, and yet a current shot through me. “I haven’t started playing, and you aren’t a mere chess piece. You are the queen.” He took the knife and straightened, releasing me in the process. He stood slowly, drawing up to his full height and staring down at me. “And what are you in this game of chess?” I whispered harshly, still lying on the mattress. “I’m the king.”

I asked him. The sabastian’s were another mafia gang not mine but I’m the king of all. The sabastian’s were also a powerful gang but they could not get to me. They tried all means but still nothing. They used Vanessa’s father but we were quick to know the schemes. Sabastian was a young man who was filled with envy and he was very cunning and manipulative but I was smarter and always a step ahead from all of his place making him lose all the time.