Vane Black Sails Novels & Stories

In the end, he decides not to petition. Kylar returns with the darkness, with the first packs of Wolves already departing the village. Just as the rains begin to fall and the last sense of summer fades completely.

It was inevitable that he would annihilate it. Vivian's expression turned cold as she abruptly sat up. Her gaze was chilling. "How dare you kill my darling? You'll pay for that with your life!" The black-clad figures instantly shifted into a battle formation. A net was cast over Vivian. But such restraints were useless against her. She unleashed her energy, destroying the net and yanking it hard to pull one of the black-clad men toward her. In an instant, her hand wrapped around his throat. -

The woman screamed. Phantom is passive, and he already knows where their relationship will proceed if they marry. "One!" Savannah tallied. Phantom is getting ready to cut. The boat capsized due to a faulty rope cut. "Two!" she exclaimed. The pirates on board the ship were in a frenzy, looking for their weapon. "Three! Cut it!" Savannah gave the command. They tie the cords together using rope. The boat sank into the water. It produced a lot of noise, but neither of them had time to rest.

A massive, towering wall of boiling mud and superheated black water erupted from the abyss, tearing through the sea-wolf flagship's void-iron hull and shattering its pressure seals with deafening, metallic screeches. Beta Vance stood at the helm, his golden eyes flashing with a fierce, triumphant resonance as he navigated the ship through the boiling chaos. "The enemy flagship is sinking, Queen Lyra! Their hull has collapsed under the pressure backlash!" "Keep the pressure on their flanks, Vance!" I commanded, my fangs fully extended past my lips as a cold, predatory smile cut through the darkness. "Let the trench swallow them whole."

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.

The Eclipse Leviathan’s heavy iron keel cut through the coastal tide, churning white-hot foam in the dark waters of Gloomwater Bay. Thirty frigates of war sailed behind the massive flagship in perfect, terrifying formation. The hulls were sheathed in black petrified oak, and the towering masts rigged with fire-resistant solar silk that caught the brisk mountain breeze like the golden wings of diving hawks. The black sand beaches along the jagged coastline were lined for miles with cheering citizens and pack shifters watching their navy set sail to defend the realm.

Violet POV I stared at the signed contract when I woke, finally believing it wasn’t a dream, I have reread it for the fifth time now and I didn’t know what prompted this generosity from Aleksei but I knew it had nothing to do with genuinety. 20% SHARES TRANSFERRED BY ALEKSEI CARMENE FROM CARMENE LTD TO VIOLET VALE CARMENE. The first thing that came to my mind was to hire Antonio as my right hand man, I needed him close by, someone whose loyalty wasn’t bought with the Carmen coin. I dialed his number and he picked at the first ring .

As the golden beam pulled her up into the giant black war ship, the Enforcer looked up at the balcony one last time. "Do not follow us, Alpha," he shouted, his voice full of cold arrogance. "The Empire eats wolves like you for breakfast." The iron hatches of the sky-ships slammed shut. The massive engines roared, unleashing a wave of hot air that shook the keep, and the three giant vessels rose slowly into the heavy grey clouds, vanishing toward the distant Imperial Capital. The courtyard went dead silent. Vance staggered up from the gravel, wiping the blood from his neck. He walked up the broken outer stairs and stepped into the destroyed study, standing beside me on the shattered balcony.

"Give them a target they can't hit!" Jace’s ship, the Ghost Whisper, vanished. Not into smoke, but into a literal fold in reality. Using the Shadow-Silk sails, his vessel became a translucent smudge against the turquoise sea, reappearing a mile to the left and unleashing a volley of obsidian bolts that tore through the leading edge of the swarm. "Thane, bring us about! Hard to port!" I roared. Thane slammed his weight against the helm, the Obsidian Wing groaning as its Eclipse-Glass prow sliced through the air. "Elora, they’re charging the Needle-Beams! If they hit the deck, the heat will melt the masts!"

The sky had turned black and angry by the time Captain Isolde decided the night was ready for its final act. A violent storm had rolled in from the west, whipping the sea into white-capped fury. Rain lashed the deck of the *Siren's Revenge* in heavy sheets, thunder cracked overhead, and lightning illuminated the ship in brilliant flashes. The crew had secured the sails and tied down everything loose, but the main deck remained open, a perfect stage for what was about to happen.