One Note - elemental_rain_063 - Wattpad

Story cover for One Note by elemental_rain_063

One Note

elemental_rain_063

Reads 35
Votes 2
Parts 5
Time 37m

Reads 35
Votes 2
Parts 5
Time 37m

elemental_rain_063

action adventure fantasy mythology pirates romance siren

Waves crashed against the ship, tendrils of greasy-looking seaweed coiled tightly around the railings of the wooden vessel. 

"GET THEM BELOWDECKS!" the captain roared, his voice cracking. Dark storm clouds crowded the air, cutting off the sun's rays from the water. Rain pounded on the swollen floorboards, a fierce, angry wind tearing through the layers of clothing that the rich had so carefully laced and buttoned. 

Men rushed around, ushering families belowdecks and rushing to the mechanism that could fail so quickly.  Even when the mast had fallen and the sails were torn and shredded, no one came. 

She screamed, the shards of wood and bone shifting so painfully in her foot. Tears were streaking down her face like the rain on the glassy lanterns. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. She gagged, coughing and begging once more.

Then, something split it all. 

The winds died, the waves ceased into a lapping. There it was--

Singing.All Rights Reserved

action adventure fantasy mythology pirates romance siren

Table of contents

5 parts

Sign up to add One Note to your library and receive updates

or

Content Guidelines

You may also like

Pirates & Pawns by couldnotbesorted

Lily expected her adoption to fix all her problems. Living in the developing City of Statera, she begins to question her true place on the floating piece of land. After what was meant to be a quick favour, Lily learns of a Sea wide exhibition accessible to boys only. Determined to make her way in, she enrols at Salen Academy for Young Men and Boys. But what will she do when a blue-eyed, dark-haired, mockingly rich and ever so egotistical boy, finds every waking moment to remind her that she is but a small pawn in a larger chessboard? At an all boys school. Entering an all boys competition. With a crew of all boys. You'd have to be one special girl. "You're a virgin." "Shut it Hazar." She spat. "C'mon, admit it for once Writt, you are an undeniable virgin." He scoffed. "Why do you care so much if I am or not?" She challenged him. He hesitated. But not for long. "I don't. I just like watching you squirm." "Oh that's a hobby of yours? Making girls squirm in agony of having to speak to you?" She was so fed up with him. "Well..." He mumbled, walking to an old portrait and running his finger along the dusty rim of it, "Making them squirm, period, is a particular interest of mine." "You're pathetic." She barked. He walked up to her, a few feet away from her body. "Say that again..." He hummed, in a faint whisper. "You're. Pathetic." She sharply cursed. He smirked, devilishly. "No Writt," Cas stepped into her space, nose inches away from hers, he took his right hand and dragged it up her thigh, "Virgins... are pathetic." He finished the sentence at her hipbone. Lily's breath caught as he ran it up her leg, she didn't like physical touch. From anyone. So why on Marine, did it feel so good, so right, when he did?

The Ballads of The Skeleton Crew by TroubadourVILever

The boy had never been scourged by dread, not really, untouched still of startling agony to become his reality. He spotted the imposing cliffside meaning to change that by mere accident, kept in defiant remembrance still of this heavenly music descended upon Earth from Heaven, magnificent, majestic and entrancing, this blue ship which had came last night to conjure mystery and great brilliance vibrating with splendor and glory born, like summer sunshine brought unto gloomy night, unlike anything ever heard of. He paused in thought to look at what was dangling from these rocketed walls, instilled immediately by mortal agony. What encountered him there was awful, horrific, spun from his nightmare to turn to atrocious truth. They left a message for him, these strangers, a message for all mankind. All the people from the town were nailed on the colossal rock with obsidian spikes the size of fists, hidden in the darkness as horror always lurked there within. Blood, everywhere. The spikes ripped skin open, tore their bodies apart to let it be a grotesque image, the self-portrait of Death itself. Stiff pale limbs, grossly tangled together, a myriad of heads decorating empty space. A few mutilated legs and arms lay motionless on the bottom of it, of the mere terror, the waves had yet to reach and clean the crime scene, crimson rocks and red sand carnation furthermore. The details swam and blurred his view. He was thankful, for a glimpse sufficed a lifetime. When the dark ship came, it didn't only warn the people of the Destruction following behind, they carried it themselves, bestowing it willingly and with intent, purpose, unknown and arbitrary as it may seem regardless. People rumored among their crowds that they were in fact the cause, the real Bringer of Death. The Harbingers of Cruelty. The Black Squad, Side of Doom. Known perhaps better by their most famous name, the Skeleton Crew. _ complete

Treasure of the Deep | BxB ✓ by vinculi

"I want you, and when I am finished with you, I will decide whether you live or die." Amidst the chaos of a raging storm, a lone pirate seeks refuge in the unlikely sanctuary of a mysterious underwater cavern. Drawn by fate's hand into the depths of the ocean, he encounters a beautiful, if not deadly, creature of myth - a merman. As dawn breaks and the storm subsides, the pirate is torn between duty and desire - between his world and the greatest depths of the ocean. Will their love endure the vast expanse of the sea, or will it be lost to the relentless tide of fate? ━━━ This is an erotic short story about a pirate and a merman, if you ignore the mature rating please read this at your own discretion. Cover by @-deeisdead- This book is only available on Wattpad. If you are reading it anywhere else, you are reading a stolen copy. ━━━ © 2024 Vincent Thorne. All rights reserved.

Waveborn by CherylReifsnyder

Cass has no memories of her parents, only impossible dreams of waves and orcas and, sometimes, her mother's voice. When she and her adopted aunt return to the Pacific Northwest island--where her parents died twelve years before--Cass hopes the place will trigger long-buried memories. Instead, she discovers that the impossible is real, and that history is about to repeat itself. Unless she can stop it. ***Teaser*** The water hit with such a shock of cold that Cass thought she was going to pedal up and out of it again like some cartoon character. Instead, she flailed and splashed and smashed one arm against a piling as salt water poured into her raincoat & filled her shoes. "How do you like it?" Jason yelled. She spun until she could make out his form, black against gray sky. "What?" she sputtered. She dragged one arm from the water long enough to shove wet hair from her face. Jason became clearer: black hair dark above his yellow raincoat, arms crossed over his chest. "What the hell are you talking about?" "I asked how you like it, going for a swim in this water." She was open-mouthed with disbelief. It was a bad idea; a surge lifted her and slapped salt water into her mouth. Bile burned her throat as she coughed and all the while she was still flailing at the water, fighting the drag of shoes and clothes to keep afloat. She should kick them off-that's what you were supposed to do if you fell into the ocean with your clothes on-but she was only a dozen feet from the dock. Besides, it was her only coat. Jason watched her the way she'd watch a barracuda. "I know you're following me." "Following you?" What. The. Hell. She gave a mighty kick and tossed her coat onto the dock. Jason just stood there. "I nearly drowned last week, you know that? Now you show up as if nothing happened." "Last week," Cass said slowly, "I was in Argentina." Whatever he'd seen, it wasn't her.

The Dea → Peter Pan ✔ by abouttoexpplode

In which a boy who thinks he controls everything meets the girl who actually does. --- Peter Pan is king of Neverland, a mystical island of his own creation. His Lost Boys serve as his troops and have been his only company for the last millennium. Until his shadow brought a girl to Neverland, by the name of Wendy Darling. But she's not the one this story's about. Why? It's simple. Because she's dead. She broke Peter's heart, so he killed her. Only he and the Lost Boys know what happened the night Wendy disappeared, and Peter means to take the secret to his grave, assuming he ever dies, of course. If the Lost Boys know what's good for them, they will too. None of the other creatures on the island have any idea of what became of the one girl who had ever set foot on Neverland. However, what at first seems to be a siren with a know-it-all attitude threatens to change all that. She knows exactly why Peter's heart is shattered. But what she wants to do with that information is, for the very first time, is absolutely unclear to Peter. That doesn't sit well with the Ruler of Neverland. And whatever doesn't sit well with Peter, he either figures it out or kills it. The problem is, he can't seem to manage to do the first option, and for some reason, can't bring himself to do the second. --- Dea: Goddess [Latin]

Drowning Beneath The Waves by PlattenumSwiftie9685

(Underwater Murder Series spin-off; Book 2 in the Family Ties Series) "Some days, I feel everything at once. Other days, I feel nothing at all. I don't know what's worse: drowning beneath the waves, or dying of thirst." At this point in her life, the above quote basically sums up Faye Mercer. After being diagnosed with depression two years ago, it's all she can do to keep a smile on her face, keep being positive and happy. The demons of her past have kept her beneath the waves for months now, hardly allowing her to breathe. From nightmares to insomnia, she can't seem to catch a break. Her reputation as a Siren has thrust her into a spotlight for which she wasn't prepared; to say nothing of her PTSD associated with said reputation. Her parents and brother are doing their best to carry on as normal as possible, but even they have tough days. If it wasn't for Waverly, she probably wouldn't be able to get out of bed. It all comes to a head one day when she receives a letter inviting her to a special 'for Sirens only' concert. She hasn't used her voice in years, hasn't even allowed herself to even entertain the thought. Will she be able to keep her head above water, or will she find herself flailing, drowning all over again? Read to find out.

Hooked • Harry Hook ✔ by inbetweentwilight

"Well, what do we have 'ere?" A hoarse voice stated above me, making my eyes glaze upward in the direction of the culprit, only to freeze at the icy, crystallized irises of the owner. There, above me, was the man I saved, looking insanely at me with crazed eyes and a mocking tone. His hair was stuck on his forehead and the smudged eyeliner created a trace of dark lining on his face, making him look hauntingly. The man gazed at my form in amazement and wonder before they captured mine again, sending an icy cold sensation coursing through my vein, making me shiver. He was frightening and breathtaking at the same time. "A mermaid, aye?" he questioned as his gaze trailed down the length of my body. Grabbing my arms with one hand, he caressed my face gently, his thumb grazing my parted lips before they went below my hair twirling a single piece. I struggled from underneath him when he let the hair graze my breast underneath my blackened hair. Grinning at me madly, my eyes narrowed distastefully as his hand touched my crimson scales, stroking the tail almost lovingly. "Is this how you repay your saviour, pirate?"

Siren by MsMiraMS

Of curses and agonizing pain dulling one's heart, forcing them to the shadow. And emptiness and void causing one's continuous search for their fate, forcing their hearts to be hollow. With names worse than her curse cast upon her, if the prince was to go on a bumpy voyage, would she be his salvation? Or he, a chew toy for her? Disclaimer | This story is an adaptation of The Little Mermaid. Warning | It's a much darker version of it. | Completed | | Under Editing | Highest ranking: #2 in #Triton. Cover | by @_poughkeepsie_

The Virgin Whore (An Erotic Novel) by GenevieveUK

**CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT. READ AT OWN DISCRETION!** Bessie is a whore working the brothel in 18th century London. When she comes into a lot of money thanks to Cherry, the owner of the place, she flees the big city in search of a new and better life, far away. But when a deadly, yet irresistibly sexy wanted criminal gets her entangled in a world of trouble, she finds herself not only falling to her knees at his feet... literally, but also escaping the country with a hefty reward on head. Along the way she has to face many dangers and obstacles, but will it all be worth it in the end, or will her rogue turn out to have a much darker and disturbing background than he led her to believe? *** This book is not full of descriptions of her life as a whore. The main sexual scenes are between my two main characters. All sex in this book is consensual. Enjoy ;) *** © 2017 by GenevieveUK

You may also like

Slide 1 of 9

Pirates & Pawns cover

The Ballads of The Skeleton Crew cover

Treasure of the Deep | BxB ✓ cover

The Dea → Peter Pan ✔ cover

Drowning Beneath The Waves cover

Hooked • Harry Hook ✔ cover

The Virgin Whore (An Erotic Novel) cover

Pirates & Pawns

Lily expected her adoption to fix all her problems. Living in the developing City of Statera, she begins to question her true place on the floating piece of land. After what was meant to be a quick favour, Lily learns of a Sea wide exhibition accessible to boys only. Determined to make her way in, she enrols at Salen Academy for Young Men and Boys. But what will she do when a blue-eyed, dark-haired, mockingly rich and ever so egotistical boy, finds every waking moment to remind her that she is but a small pawn in a larger chessboard? At an all boys school. Entering an all boys competition. With a crew of all boys. You'd have to be one special girl. "You're a virgin." "Shut it Hazar." She spat. "C'mon, admit it for once Writt, you are an undeniable virgin." He scoffed. "Why do you care so much if I am or not?" She challenged him. He hesitated. But not for long. "I don't. I just like watching you squirm." "Oh that's a hobby of yours? Making girls squirm in agony of having to speak to you?" She was so fed up with him. "Well..." He mumbled, walking to an old portrait and running his finger along the dusty rim of it, "Making them squirm, period, is a particular interest of mine." "You're pathetic." She barked. He walked up to her, a few feet away from her body. "Say that again..." He hummed, in a faint whisper. "You're. Pathetic." She sharply cursed. He smirked, devilishly. "No Writt," Cas stepped into her space, nose inches away from hers, he took his right hand and dragged it up her thigh, "Virgins... are pathetic." He finished the sentence at her hipbone. Lily's breath caught as he ran it up her leg, she didn't like physical touch. From anyone. So why on Marine, did it feel so good, so right, when he did?