Romans & histoires The King Of The Pirates

After all, if we could find reason enough, the King could demand the pack to reveal all of their secrets or face the King's army. "Alpha Fin" stated the wolf who lead us to the packhouse. "I present Alpha Cyrus Astor and Beta Dante Clifford of the Golden Moon pack." I looked at each person's face to assess their emotions determined to find their tells. Those on the lower step showed interest in who we were. The Golden Moon pack was the King's pack after all. His royal court and warriors predominantly came from them. Being Alpha and the King's next of kin, I was also next in line for the throne. Our presence didn't seem to phase the Alpha and Luna. Their faces were passive showing no em

It is quite ironic you see. She looks at Roan and continues, ''The King of the Sea was cursed by the witch queen to a life that stands still, without joy or reproduction. Trapped in his little Kingdom of the Sea only to leave once a year to find a virgin because only when the lost heir would fall in love with him then the curse would be broken. Imagine my joy when Roan told me that he had found the heir. All he had to do was make her fall in love with him which shouldn't be hard for a handsome guy like him. I mean all the ladies before you fell for his charm only to end up in his garden. And then when you finally fell in love, he delivered you to me like the good little dog he is. I must adm

It's hard to recognize him in that mustache. "Wait for my order." I muttered loud enough for my men to hear. I stared at King in front of and I smirked. Too bad he'll be dead tonight. Do you know why he's called King? Well, that's because he's the biggest and the boss of all mobs - he's the King in this game and in this game, you have to get rid of the top dog to be the top dog and that's what I'm doing tonight. "Three, two and...

Vallea sat tied to the chair her hair hung over her face. The water was thrown over her She slowly opened her eyes they cut hair. "Good afternoon Vallea it’s nice to see you are finally with us." "Who are you?" "I’m Nicolo Russo. The maffia king." Oh great a fucking ameture. "You are not the Mafia king, my brother Matteo Robustelli is." "I am and you should remember that.’ "Why am I here?" "You are here as bate, my princess."

But as I remember correctly, I was terrified back then when I heard particularly about the second prince, who was well known for his capacity to exert such total control that even the King was compelled to pay attention to him. Was he the one? Really...! Am I that unfortunate to be found by him, out of all? But, wasn't he the one with no pack? It was claimed that no one had ever seen him and that perhaps no one had survived after seeing him. He actually had a pack of his own...! Rumors are rumors after all. However, my heart sank when I saw myself sinking in the deepest ocean. He is a well-known king who is notorious for being ruthless and I became his slave.

The man whose face I had just beheld in awe is none other than the King of Utrif. My mate is the ruler of a realm where rogues like me are branded as criminals, hunted and despised. Noah lifts one brow—a picture of complete and utter nonchalance. "I'm—" a rogue. He's the king. This can't be. There has to be a mistake. His arms are crossed. "Yes?" I shake my head and turn to glass wall. The moment I reach the end I realise I have no lungs. No breathes. There is no air.

He was the perfect candidate. Her uncle chuckled, amused by her suggestion. "Most women fear him." He pointed. But they also wanted him. If he had shown interest in any of them, then they would think of themselves as lucky. "Well then, I think he is a good choice." The king voiced. "But love, that man used to be a pirate. I would not trust him with our Aria." The queen said pretending to care, again. "He is a trustworthy man and if Aria wants to marry him, then so be it." The king said with finality.

"This static... it’s leaking. It’s like a faucet I can't turn off. If I touch anything conductive, it arcs. If I get angry, it surges. If I get scared..." "It spikes," Saoirse finished. "I felt it in the cabin." "I need to learn how to throttle it," Tristan said. "Before we get to the Isles. King Thorne respects power, but he kills instability. If I walk into his court twitching and sparking, he’ll put a sword through me." "King Thorne," Saoirse tested the name. "Who is he? You said he owes you." "Caspian Thorne," Tristan said. "The Pirate King of the Shattered Isles. He used to be a generic bandit until he united the clans five years ago. He came to Oakhaven once, incognito, to gamble at th

It was too quiet for my liking. Sol would definitely prefer it this way. That’s why my babbo wanted him to lead the family. Babbo was named the Mafia King. Sol took over when he died and now… there’s me. A woman who is leading one of the world’s biggest mafia. After making people know that the king was actually a queen, I thought for sure someone would dare come after me. Perhaps I have instilled fear too much after wiping out those scums. “What’s with that sigh, Cara?”