Alastor Ships Novels & Stories

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?"

“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

There is coldness freezing the ocean — so much of it that it’s impossible to see the shadow of my mate behind the cold wall. “ You won’t be able to get to her. ” Alpha whispers but I know Ryker can hear him. A frown pulls at my aching forehead. I don’t resist against him and stay very still, glancing at my friends from the corner of my eyes momentarily. “ Leave her. ” Ryker commands, pulling his hands out of his pockets. An evil laugh booms in the air and all murmurs of the pack members die down. “ She is your mate indeed. I expected her to be your whore but she is far more important, isn’t she? ” Alpha’s words dig deep in my heart.

Bast glared at his brother from beneath hooded eyes. “Let me help you wake your crew.” Alazareth offered with a cruel smile. He gave the prolonged whistle followed by two loud whoops which sent the crew scurrying to gather for the captain’s inspection. Waking everyone on both levels of the ship. The sound pierced into Bast’s temple like a blade. They scrambled to the deck and lined up. Arms linked behind their backs as Bast barked his orders. Alazar stood quietly behind him. His arms crossed as he watched. Knowing the procedure well.

His skin was ice-cold against mine. “If you’re planning something, I remind you—I am faster than you,” he whispered against my ear. I said nothing. “Release them first,” I ordered. He sighed, then waved his hand. His guards shoved Christine and Audrey into the water. I immediately pulled at the river’s energy, guiding them to safety. Alastair’s smirk returned. “Now, say goodbye to your mate.” Then, without warning, he bit me. And that was his final mistake.

Charles said. "What if he goes to the alpha of Starkville and decided to inquire about me?" I again inquire Dr. Charles nervously. "No need to worry about that, Starkville as a new leader, Alpha Ares and I doubt that he knows everyone within his new land since the first alpha had destroyed his pack, causing most of his people to flee for safety and since the arrival of Alpha Ares, some of the people who run away a long time ago are returning to their land," Dr. Charles informs me.

"We're out. We're actually out." "Look," Jun whispered. Elara wiped her eyes and looked at the long-range Aetheric-Scanner. They weren't alone in the dark. Emerging from the shadow of the moon, and rising from the far side of the planet, were hundreds of other White Ships. They were of different shapes and sizes—some looked like floating cathedrals of glass, others like jagged shards of obsidian—but they all shared the same Architectural-Lineage. "Are those... survivors?" Mina asked, her voice trembling.

I started to lean forward again, greedy for more of his lips on mine when the car came to a halt. "We are here." Alpha Cole muttered, his voice husky and making my womanhood clench. Then he cleared his throat and pushed a button, surprise flickering in my eyes as I took in the view in front of us. We were on a shore, and the most luxurious white ship I ever set my eyes on stood before us. On the body was inscribed the words, 'Roman.' Hell, a date on a ship?