Vane Black Sails Novels & Stories

“Tell me.” He exhaled slowly, a heavy exhaustion bleeding through his tough exterior. “It wasn’t just business connections or a strategic alignment, Ivana. Diana had something on me from my past—a catastrophic mistake I made years ago that would have destroyed the firm, my family, and everything I built. She offered me a choice: silence in exchange for the marriage, or total ruin. It was security bought with a ring.” The confession hung heavily in the air, shifting the gravity of the room. My mother hadn't just orchestrated this life, she had blackmailed him into it.

"The Blackwater facility... Vane said you were secured!" ​"Commander Vane is currently pinned to his own vault door in the northern mud," Vivian said, her voice ringing with an absolute, terrifyingly cold authority that sent a visible wave of shock through the vanguard enforcers below. She raised her wrist display, projecting a massive, three-dimensional financial ledger directly into the center of the hall. "And your private army is currently fighting for a bankrupt ghost. Check your network, Silas." ​BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

The thousands of blank, un-printed vellum sails above its decks billowed with our valley’s wind, their smooth surfaces free of lines, columns, or red ink. "That's not the Spire, Sara," Xander said, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that seemed to rise directly from the pebbles beneath his feet. "Look at the draft of the hull. It's riding high. It’s not carrying a cargo of iron type-set or filing cabinets. It’s carrying empty space."

The Black Rose lead submarine navigated the suffocating, silent pressures of the abyss for seven relentless days. It moved like a ghost through the thermal layers, evading every sonar sweep and satellite eye that the Voss and Reyes empires possessed. Finally, in the frozen twilight of the eighth day, the charcoal-black leviathan breached the surface.

It vibrated in my teeth. Three of them descended through the smoke. Their hulls gleaming pristine white. Emblazoned with the crest of House Vane. "Reinforcements?" Viggo rumbled. He stepped up beside me. His hammer dripped with potential energy. "Too fast. They were waiting." "Stand down," Barzil ordered. His voice tight. He walked out from behind the cover of our battered transport. Sheathing his sword with a sharp shing. "They aren't here to save us."

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

It was the weight of a story finally ending. He had been the guy, the victim and finally the sacrifice. Malachi put his hand on my shoulder. "Elowen he chose this. He knew it was the way to break the tie." I knew I said. I wiped the blood from my lip. Stood tall. "Captain Vane! Get us out of the current! We have a goddess to take to the surface." As The Widows Wail began to move the Sea-Singer swam alongside us. Her presence calmed the big creatures of the deep.

"The assets... the accounts... they’re on the server on this ship!" ​"The assets are gone, Arthur," Roman said, turning to the broken man who had sold his own daughter. "Silas has been draining the Blackwood and Montgomery accounts since the moment the EMP hit. By the time this ship hits the bottom of the Atlantic, you’ll both be exactly what you were always meant to be: bankrupt." ​He walked over to Vivienne. He didn't care about the blood on his gear or the salt in his hair. He reached out, his hand cupping her cheek with a tenderness that seemed impossible for a man who had just dismantled an empire.

the gray beard man ordered his men. "Who are you to think I would let them take me?" "Call me Raphael" he said smiling broadly. "Too bad Raphael, I didn't come this far to have myself go with you" She spat and got up. His men tried to grab her but she swiftly pushed them off kicking then straight in their cheek bones. She yanked one of them and in an instant she had torn his spinal cord out of his body. "I see you are no ordinary lady" The man said "what are you?"

she acknowledged after taking a short sip on the drink. “Stop distracting yourself and keep your eyes open.” The lady rolled her eyes at the statement. Hyde strolled over the counter and got himself a glass of whiskey, while Adeline set herself on the table in the corner where she could have a better perspective around the hall. “Agent Black, set.” He whispered after activating the earplug hidden in his ear. “Agent White, set.” In a short while, Adaline activated her device, too.