Alastor Ships Novels & Stories

The Accursed Bootlegger flashed into unregulated space, just outside the edges of Federation territory. They appeared in the middle of a vast fleet, a few hundred meters above a gigantic flagship. Alarm shot through Eva as she looked through the live feed, and saw golden apples emblazoned on each and every single ship out there. “Your rich friend’s a goddamned Discordian?” she said with incredulity. “Not just any Discordian,” Lucifer replied. “The Discordian.”

Arwan growled. “Sorry???” Alpha Vargus interrupted. “What do you mean, Demons?” Clara murmured, trembling. Arwan paused, then inhaled sharply, “Our dear Alastor is already summoning demons using Ashera.” “Draw out your sword!” Bruno screamed, “Othello get behind me!” Arlo pulled Clara behind him, Dracula stood In Front of Lavanya, Alpha Vargus stood firm, and I was Alarmed. “We need to stop Alastor,” I screamed.

he narrowed his eyes. "We don't threaten, we slay on the spot" he continues while snickering. "Allister Shipping Company has five vessels ten minutes ago. But as of this time, they have none" Luther sneered. Unbothered by surprised gasps. Only Arah was not surprised. Even the man is too stunned to comprehend what he said that he just stares at him, stupefied.

"That’s hundreds of ships. Cargo, cruise liners, private yachts..." "Filter it," I snap. "Filter by arrival and departure. I want a ship that arrived just before we did and left the day after the photo was taken. And then," I lean in, placing my hands on the desk. "I want to know which of those ships is in New York right now." Wong’s fingers fly across the keyboard. The clatter of the keys is the only sound in the room. The list on the screen populates. It’s long. MSC Divina. Maersk Alabama. Cosco Shipping Pisces.

Jago ran toward us, his face grimy with oil and sweat. "Zora! We’ve got the 'Void-Mines' set in the water, but they’ve got 'Pulse-Burners' on those ships!" Jago yelled over the roar of the ocean. "We're holding a knife to a gunfight!" "Then we change the rules of the fight," I said, stepping off the shuttle. I looked up. The clouds were parting, revealing the massive, white-gold hull of the South Spire flagship, the Ascension. It was beautiful and terrible, a floating mountain of corporate arrogance. And I knew she was on the bridge. Elena.

“Remain here. I need your help to get the people to shelter.” Malachai gave him a curious look. “I thought the storm was not due for another few days at least.” “I don’t know,” Delmar sighed. “I don’t know what’s going to happen. Now come, we have much to do.” “Delmar!” Alastor called out, peeking out from his tent. “There is one more thing that you must know; one more thing that your grandmother told me.” As he spoke, Delmar’s attention was suddenly drawn up toward the thin chimney-like shaft of the tent. The column of smoke had turned thick and black. “You must be wary,” Alastor breathed cautiously.

Tom sat at the table drumming his fingers. "Does anyone actually know how to work these computers other than Ellie?" The five people working the screen didn't look up. Jimmy crossed his arms over his chest. "Just give them time." "General, the ships are in place." "Good," Janice said, leaning over the tech's workstation. "Anyone have a status on the Alphas?" "They're closing in. The ships are taking them out now." "It looks like they are floating topside. Orders?"

Worse, she honestly had no idea how to deal with a drunk– Alastor suddenly pulled away, standing upright now, staring at her with his dark chocolate brown eyes, his bottom lip shaking and sticking out. All in all, he looked like he was about to burst into tears. Wait a minute... Why was Alastor even making that face?! ‘Uh-oh...’ “All I wanted,” his voice cracked, “...was to be with you.” Later, the goddess of shadows will deny to anyone and everyone–especially Thanatos–who'd ever dare to ask, even under torture, that Proserpina’s jaw most certainly did not dropped in that one moment.

“We checked it thoroughly, there is literally no space for any instruments to slide between her skin and the metal. We can't cut through the top, it is super thin and we can't make where the metal ends and skin starts. Apart from it, everything is absolutely fine with her.” They sure cant. This isn't a simple shackle, this cant be. Aeric and I trace the shackle with our fingers, our skin bouncing on the little unknown words engraved on the shackle. Four different lines of words, going around in circles, reunifying in themselves. I take a closer look as if the alien language will reveal itself, probably, speak to us. In this lifetime, I have learned more language than necessary. Some for busi