Alastor Ships Novels & Stories

We hear the roar of Thypon in the distance. ‘We must all go, now! ‘Towards the ships!’ Damon shouts. We shift into our wolves, and the little orcs and sprites are placed onto our backs. We race along the shoreline until we reach the docks where the ships are anchored. I look at Magnus as we see they have been destroyed. We shift back and cautiously approach. I notice a lot of movement in the water beyond the destroyed ships. ‘There’s something in the water,’ I say, pointing at the ripples.

The violent shaking just now was from the two ships colliding. However, there were no casualties. Both ships had decent defenses. The collision just now did not even break through the defense, and the ship was unscathed. However, the Lightfoot family’s ship was much bigger than the Fellowes family’s ship. Even if it was not damaged, there was still a violent shake. Alba frowned when she saw the Lightfoot family’s ship. Then, she ordered her crew to bypass the other party. Unexpectedly, they still collided. She knew that the other party did this on purpose.

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.

“I said–NO!” “Luna!” Alastor weaved through the crowd as they went in the opposite direction. “Luna, the terrain on this path to my territory is very dangerous. If you let me, I can guide you and Nikolai before I see to the others.” His arms and bare chest were covered in burns. There was a bullet wound in his right shoulder that was bleeding profusely. Liora shook her head. “I can’t leave yet. I have to wait on Maia.”

Another wave of contraction hit me, I screamed in pain gripping the shirt on Kael’s body, my talons extended and I could feel my bones breaking. “Astrid! Do. NOT. SHIFT!” Alice screamed in my ear, but I could help it, I couldn’t fucking control anything!

And I didn't know if I was lucky to have made my backpack fall, or unlucky to be still in bad shape. However, my doubts about what the worst fate was had been resolved as soon as Alfa Randall stood up, pulling me abruptly by the collar of my old band shirt. The fabric almost tore. It was made of the most rotten cotton of our plantations and was too worn due to the years of use. Even so, my biggest concern was to notice that the hands in claws continued to hold my shoulder firmly. "We have to take her with us," the Alpha announced, and everyone was silent as if showing indignation. "If the damn witch is right, she can tell other humans where we are and what we have in their interest."

My mother demanded, snapping at the already stressed huntress. "My lady... It's...It's Alpha Silverdawn. The hunters have few alphas and betas in their custody. We assume that one of those alphas to be our alpha's mate for him to make such a wide ranged distress call." And that news hit harder than it should have. 'Anubis and Aziel are both there? But h-how? Who are the other alphas in captivity?' I asked in one go, feeling the growing panic of my wolf, Razna.

I glance away from it to scan the rest of the boats at the port but look back when the letters on the cargo ship come into view. “The Alyssa?” I look at Magnus for confirmation that I’m not going insane, but he exhales deeply and nods, a little painfully. “That’s our ride, Princess.” I gape, ignoring the tug on my arm when one of the guards pulls me out of the way of two huge wolves darting through the crowd, dragging carts loaded to the brim with crates of Goddess knows what. “As in… Zayn’s–” “My wife,” Magnus interrupts, but his gaze falls on the boat, and he gives me his back.

Slowly, the muscles in his jaw tightened, a low, barely audible growl vibrating in the back of his throat. "What is it?" I asked, a sudden, cold prickle of apprehension sliding down my spine. "The western shipping lanes," Silas muttered, handing the parchment to Marcus. "Three merchant vessels carrying the winter grain supplies from the free territories have vanished in the Blackwater Sea. No wreckage, no survivors. The port authority thinks it’s pirates from the outer islands, but the scouts found something else on the shore near the last known coordinates." Marcus looked up from the letter, his expression grim. "They found a fractured hull piece, Alpha. It was scorched with a specialized,

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