Vane Black Sails Novels & Stories

"I won't survive being owned." Kan leaned down, pinching Timothy’s chin, forcing him to look at the silver of his eyes. "You're only owned if I make you break, right? If I make you beg for the end?" Timothy gave a microscopic nod. "And only a Blackwell can make a Nash Ghost lose his mind," Kan stated, more than asked. "I... it’s a possibility," Timothy admitted, his voice trembling. "I know the Blackwell code. Gideon... he wouldn't force a man to crawl."

They were weak and needed food. "Hello, everyone. I'm Gavin Kyle. The first vampire on the soil of Wisconsin after about twelve centuries ago," I started my first speech after they had eaten. Although some of them looked reluctant, interested, and afraid, their spirit personalities are what compelled them to stay. A force they could not control.

Fernández moved as quickly as he could to catch up and was so focused on the pumping of his legs that he nearly slammed into the Golem when the bigger man stopped dead in his tracks. “Holy Mary, Mother of God,” said the Golem. Fernández poked his head out from behind Charley. On the unnamed waterway of the Mississippi that ran behind the U-Store-It! complex sat a dilapidated, burnt husk of a paddle wheeler. Through the soot, they could make out one word on the side of the ship. Sultana. The Civil War ghouls boarded the vessel via a series of wooden planks, and a large man, naked from the waist up, waved a mock greeting at the ex-Rangers.

I am so worried about how bad these dreams get each and every day. I know something is bothering you and as I always say, take me as your best friend and feel free to tell me anything and everything.’ Mariam, Susan’s mother says sweetly to her, to which she nods her head positively. After a little more conversation with her daughter, Mariam retires to her room to continue her sleep. ~> Introduction to characters. Susan Parrish, female protagonists/ Black’s mate. There’s going to be a lot of her POV’s. Jones Black[Abbadon], male protagonist. There maybe a considerable amount of POV’s in his name.

An actual wooden ship like the ones in Peter Pan and Treasure Island. It has a more modern take to it. The curves and edges are sharper and smoother than they would be in an old ship. It's an ominous shade of black. From the boat itself to the sails. On the deck are a few of the sailors lined up waiting for the truck to approach. There is no fucking way the three of us are going to be able to take all those vampires on. "Pull back," I order.

"You know, you're the first customer I've seen who's been in such a rush. Usually, they'd want it to go as slow as it could possibly go." "I have my reasons… This man got a mistress once he became rich, see?" I lowered my head, and faked wiping tears from my eyes. "The moment he passed away, the mistress tried to steal his body away from me multiple times so that she could force me to split her half the inheritance… Sir, have you ever heard of something this ridiculous?" "How shameless!" The driver immediately spit the cigarette out of the window before stepping hard on the gas. "Don't worry lass, I'll get you there in ten minutes!"

I nodded to him. They both stood straight. I looked at them and smiled, "I am glad that you both are standing here confidently prepared for the fight. Our first target will be the spirits among the Magical White Wolves. You both must know the location of the Black Cave where the Black Rose was." They both nodded. "We will go there. As for how the evil spirits are going to come there then leave that to me. So, are you both ready for the charge", I stared at them. They both nodded.

I shouted when I was satisfied with my reflection in the mirror. I'm wearing a pair of blue short shorts and a simple oversized black t-shirt that shows off my sports bra because it's sleeveless and has a big "Eat Me" print on it. I curled my long brown hair into big curls and wore black Vans shoes. My makeup was simple, but I made sure that I still looked seductive. Cell phone, check! Potions, check! Purse, check! "Get ready to hook up, baby," I said to myself in the mirror and winked. Then I sped down. Those gorillas are impatient.

I opened the door and stepped out into the downpour. The wind off the river was vicious, carrying the bitter scent of low-tide salt and diesel fuel. At the end of the concrete pier, the sixty-foot sleek, matte-black hull of the executive transport cutter was visible, its twin diesel engines already churning the dark water into a white, frothing foam as it strained against its heavy nylon mooring lines. And there, standing on the slick concrete of the boarding ramp, was Vance.

His right arm, encased in heavy white surgical plaster, throbbed with a burning, rhythmic agony inside its silk sling. Yes, Mr. Vance! The Vance Monarch, the Vance Sovereign, and the Vance Titan have all completely bypassed the southern straits, Harris, the chief logistics director, yelled back as he slammed his hands onto his keyboard. We went completely dark on the main maritime grid. We are entirely outside of Damian Thorne's primary shipping territory!