The King Of The Pirates の小説・ストーリー

The talons ripped the occipital bun of one of the men, producing a copious amount of blood spewing onto the dry ground. The shots fired by the men doing nothing to quell the ferocity of the werewolf. But they kept firing, their voices syncing with the awful din that echoed through the seemingly ghost town. King Sylvester turned to me, an innate confidence brimming in him. "You can see how these creatures are built to act. Chaotic, unorganized and destructive, but I am here to restore order." I quipped instantly: "The reason you are the King of the pack" He felt thrilled by my admission. Shifting his attention to the car window, he watched the melee that was fast becoming a bloody carnage.

“I’ll want to touch you if I stay princess. Watching and not being able to touch will be a test I can pass.” “I don’t mind you - helping.” Chuckling he bent over and pressed his lips to my hair. “I know you think that now but no. This is a journey you have to make on your own. Enjoy it. Hopefully in time I’ll be allowed to come along to but not yet.” “But-“ “But not yet.” He said more forcefully. “You’re not mine yet, and I can’t make love to you until you are.” Another kiss , this time on my forehead. “You will have to make love to yourself for the both of us for now.”

“Exactly. Now that we know what my brother was after, we need to take it.” I nodded, just before he knocked the air out of me with his next sentence. “It seems the answers and the ledger you’ve been hunting… can only be taken one way.” I stared at him, trying to process whether I’d heard him right. I didn’t need him to clarify. I already knew what he meant. His expression told me everything. “This is what it means to be a fucking King, Moretti. Your life is not yours to live and you know it. So own it,” he said, his voice serious.

"I just forgot to pack them when we were trying to flee from your brother. I grabbed anything I could but not my underwear." "Well, next time, you should pack underwear first." He said. "My brother is not a very patient man." His voice was ice-cold. I’d offended him, I thought sadly. I buttered a delicious crusty roll, then slowly ate it as I tried to think of a way to change the subject. “Your Highness...” He snorted. “I thought you said it was a worthless title.” “I changed my mind.” “Since when?” I tried to grin. “Since I’m about to be a princess?”

A prince who never desired the crown or the powers he was born with, and who was not only forced to the throne, but forced the pains of assuming leadership of a place he had always hated. The truth was that the one who was named as the prince - and king - of the underworld, just wanted to be free and wander all over the multiverse. In the story, it was told that at one point he got what he so desired and threw himself into a portal opened by one of the infernal princes, giving himself the luxury of wandering around the planes to which he fell.

These men were truly the cream of the crop. “But who said I came alone?” he chuckled and as if on a cue, a muffled scream was heard from one of the men. The head of the Snake King whipped towards the direction of the scream faster than a galloping horse. Even then, he wasn’t fast enough to see it. There was a flash - and a few more - and three men dropped to the floor, each bleeding profusely from their necks. In just a second, three of the undefeated Wandering Pirates had lost their lives! They who had never lost more than a man in their many years of activity, had lost four in only a couple of seconds!

Written by Evelyn Mba ©®©® It came, the day King Dacien dreaded the most. He knew King Nicklaus would wanted what he loves most. His daughter. The Royal table was set, King Nicklaus already seated in his seat waited for his request. The Princess. He was the most cruelest King in the whole clan. He was feared by all. Her Royal Highness. A guard said and bowed. King Nicklaus smirked knowing fully well he won, they couldn't say no to his request.

He was leading the world of snake and vultures better than the five generations before him led with a swag of his own. But his playfulness and the gentle look in his eyes when he was on the phone threw him off. He was the King: ruthless and callous, who the world bent to and he was bending to a woman. Some chauvinist would ridicule it but he could see the clout behind the man, the woman was one piece of art to have the feral Alpha Wolf following her like a lost puppy. "I assume the receiver of your call was the girl in question." He declared without a hint of interrogation, he was certain of his statement, somehow.

It turned out to be Jodzio Two-Tooth. There were dozens of unaffiliated pirates in Black, men and women who prized their independence above all. Money talks, of course; so does not having to take shit from anyone. The Pirate Lords routinely canvassed these independents; it would have been remiss of them not to. Anyone who could recruit even a few independents could become a greater power in the city overnight. Jerian and Two-Tooth might be still in the polite stages. But one never knew ... Ledomir and Inavar might be interested in this little bit of information.

In the end, you decide to hear him out. Letting go of Yvon's arm, you bring your hands up and cross them over your chest while giving Dyan a hard stare. The latter throws his hand towards the direction of the man who bit your neck first and says. "That's Prince Aziel Basileus." Next, he gestures towards the man with dimples. "Lionell Draziw, the greatest wizard in the realm. Yvon, and I'm Dyan. The reason why we brought you here is because we think you're in grave danger."