Vane Black Sails Novels & Stories

I pushed ahead stubbornly, “you’re really going to sit back and watch—“ The next slap sent me sprawling to the ground, more vicious and gum-damaging than the first, and as my skull cracked against the tiled floor, I blacked out. -----

The ocean air turned from salt-warm to bone-chillingly cold as the shuttle drifted into the Void Latitude. This was a part of the sea that didn't appear on commercial navigation charts. According to the digital logs Elena had pulled from the gold uploader, this was the "Black Box" of the Vance Empire, the place where the failures were buried.

He walked out of the cabin and was about to take over the task of steering the boat from Eira when water lapping sounds started coming from nearby at that moment. “Swoosh!” The seawater’s sounds were strange. Ambrose subconsciously looked to the sea. He was instantly stunned as what he saw made him shudder and gasped! Uh…uh… At that moment, Ambrose’s jaw dropped as he thought he was hallucinating. He then rubbed his eyes with a face full of shock! He saw thousands of sailing ships majestically sailing nearby on the sea. It was indeed more than a thousand of them! Those sailing ships were flying a black flag with a white shark embroidered on it. The contrast of the black and white was jarring

"Check the intake, Abram! The pressure is dropping and this whole goddamn deck is tilting!" Vane’s voice cracked, a jagged rasp against the roar of the seawater rushing through the punctured hull. He slammed his shoulder against a jammed lever, the rusted metal groaning but refusing to budge.

She pushed Maiden's head against the desk. "Ahh.." Maiden cried in pain and saw blood trickling down her head. "For revenge?... What did I... ever do to you?... I've been kind enough to not--- Arghhhhh" Maiden shouted again and feels her internals slowly breaking especially her bones. Is this really how I'm going to die? Is this the kind of death my parents would like me to have? I doubt it. She really doubts it.

A strong hand clapped him on the back drawing his attention forward. “Look, see there!” Dean said, pointing to the Black sails coming around the corner. Gavin's first reaction was to grab a hold of Dean for touching him but paused. Gavin’s eyes spotted the ghost-like ship gliding across the ocean. It was still as haunting as the first time he laid eyes on it. It was a ship from nightmares but it was stunning. He spotted her golden hair as the ship drew near. The doom in his stomach fading slightly. The Evening Star pulled up alongside the Morning Star day and night at a stand still.

The morning after Inquisitor Vane’s ultimatum, the Blackwater River looked like a graveyard of iron. Three massive Southern warships sat anchored in the center of the flow, their steam vents huffing rhythmic clouds of grey smoke into the pristine mountain air. They were "teeth" of a different kind—not bone and sinew, but coal and steel. ​Rhea stood on the battlements, her fingers tracing the rough stone of the manor. Beside her, Elias was a statue of suppressed fury. The grey-gold veins on his neck pulsed in time with the thrumming of the ships' engines.

"Kailangan natin ang stealth na 'yan." ​Napilitan si Liam na ikonekta si Vane. Sa isang iglap, ang Black Phoenix ay naglaho sa paningin ng mga radar ng Precursors. Ang barko ay naging kasing-itim ng kalawakan. Ngunit kapalit nito, naramdaman ni Liam na dahan-dahang kinukuha ni Vane ang kontrol sa sub-systems ng barko. ​ANG PAGKITA SA MOTHERSHIP: THE CROWN OF SATURN

"I am requesting an immediate audience with King Solas and Prince Kaelen." There was a pause. A long, heavy silence where I could almost hear Vane grinding his teeth. "General Vance," Vane spat the name like a curse. "You have some nerve. You steal our fleet, disappear for half a decade, and then knock on the front door?" "I'm not knocking, Captain," I said. "I'm returning your ship." "We don't want the ship," Vane growled. "We want your head. Target lock confirmed. Fire on my mark."

“You saw what she turned Zane into. You think my father’s return is coincidence? Evelyn always played gods and monsters, and she built one out of him too.” “Maybe,” Raven said softly, “or maybe he’s the only one who can tell you how to end this.” He almost smiled. “You still believe in endings.” Before she could answer, Viktor’s voice crackled through the comm unit on the table. “Don, we’ve got confirmation. Zane’s resurfaced.” Raven’s pulse jumped. “Where?” "Eastern ports. He’s taken control of the black-market docks between Odessa and Tangier. He’s got men from Evelyn’s board backing him, and a private paramilitary outfit called Black Vane handling enforcement.”