Alastor Ships Novels & Stories

Finally, Elise said, “If Orion’s still floating, we need eyes on it. Otherwise, every move we make is blind.” Sophia nodded. “We find it. Carefully.” --- Camilo’s Pacific contacts located a fishing vessel willing to scout the coordinates. Two days later, grainy footage arrived: a massive ship, painted white, drifting as if abandoned. No lights. No visible crew.

I pointed at the two smaller ships behind the Great Carrack. Alongside the Great Carrack, I have also read about the two smaller-sized ships which served as escort ships to the royal ship. “Yes,” my mother replied. “Those are the Night Crawlers. You have heard stories of your father commanding these ships, today you shall see for yourself.” She grinned and walked down the bridge of Azalea. From where I stood, I watched my father speak to the men gathered on the shores of Azalea, something about the journey we’re about to embark. “Are you coming?” My mother called and grabbing my dress, I joined her as Randolph helped us on the Great Carrack.

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.

Clyde growls, his voice a subterranean vibration that makes the pebbles around the runner's fingers rattle. "The... the lower shipyards are already dark, Alpha," the runner stammers, his face pressed so hard into the mud his words are wet and muffled. "The Western captains... they didn't wait for your column to reach the shelf. When Malakai’s flagship returned empty, they didn't prepare the automated docks for a siege. They initialized the scorch-protocols." My heart skips a beat. I step past the line of iron shields, ignoring the warning growl that clicks in Clyde’s throat as I move to the front.

“Okay, since you are insisting. It’s Alpha Orion, he is claiming ownership over the golden gulf again.” My jaw dropped. “Alpha Orion?” I asked, he nodded. “The same Alpha we defeated the last time?” “Exactly. That was why I didn’t want to bother you. He is just barking, he has no force or skilled warrior half the way we do.” I looked down and blinked at my fingers. “I’m sorry. I spoke to you like that.” He kissed my forehead. “It’s fine. Now can I go, your highness?” I nodded, blushing. “Thanks.”

Book 2: Crown of Shadows Chapter 51: The Sea Queen Queen Morwyn of Astoria arrived like a storm that had decided to dress for court. Twelve ships materialized on the horizon just after dawn, their white sails catching the early light like the wings of predatory birds. By early morning, they had navigated the river approach with precision that spoke of captains who knew these waters better than the locals, and by late morning, Queen Morwyn herself was stepping onto the castle's dock with fluid grace that made every movement look deliberate and dangerous.

The smell of decay and despair hung heavily in the air, and I could barely see through the dimly lit hallways. “Get up, Alastor,” I growled when we reached his cell. “We have some questions for you.” Alastor slowly got up from the ground, his fur matted and his eyes bloodshot from the torture he suffered. "What do you want from me?" he spat. “We want information,” Max growled, anger bristling. “We know your brother is planning something big against our pack. We need to know what it is.” Alastor's eyes darted between us. “I'm not going to talk,” he finally said, his voice shaking.

His clan being the ones that run the French Quarter here in New Orleans. Pushing faster, not bothering to shift. This is a conversation where he needs to see my face. I reach the front gate in record time. Standing as smug as ever, with six other vamps behind him, his shoulder leaning against our gate pillar, he smiles at me, fangs already elongated. “Well, well, well. Look at the pretty new Alpha. I think you need my help, sweetheart.” To hell, I do.

"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.