Alastor Ships Novels & Stories

Alessia's POV We are BOARDING the airship that Elijah called Armageddon. It is bigger and more elegant than the average ship I see. Its sail is white and gold with the Valeria brand. Elijah is now busy ordering the captain to speed up the sailing in the sky. I also notice that it is indeed faster than normal ships, but the truth is that it is still slow especially and we are in a hurry now. "So you and his majesty, huh?" Stefano turned to me with a teasing smile on his lips.

Lights along its hull glowed softly, reflecting on the calm sea. The ship was far bigger than she'd imagined. "Is that the ship?" Alina asked quietly. Adrian followed her gaze. "Yes. That's the one that'll take you." The SUV stopped not far from the foot of the pier. The door opened. The night air hit Alina's face at once—cold, salty, mixed with the soft crash of waves against the dock pilings. Adrian got out first, then helped Alina out. The moment her feet touched the wooden planks of the pier, Alina could see the ship's form more clearly. Not an ordinary yacht. Three visible decks, large windows with drawn curtains, and a small flag fluttering gently on the main mast—an emblem she didn't

Sparks leapt like spirits seeking vengeance. “Water!” Alastair roared, but it was too late. The fire devoured the wagons, the banners, the men who carried them. Alastair stumbled backward, choking, his cloak ignited. His screams pierced the night, rising above the roar of the inferno. For all his cunning, he was undone by the very flame he’d kindled. Queen Indira heard from her informants as the blaze swallowed Alastair. For a heartbeat, her face flickered with horror, then with something colder.

But it was about me, coming from a pack and alpha bloodline. "Alpha Ash, are you looking out for the rogue scents? We killed five last night. It's not there anymore." suddenly, a beta came up to me and said. By his appearance, I could say he was a guard. "O-oh, that's nice... So the rogue deal is done, right?" I asked, thinking, 'Not done yet!'. "It is. And finally, Alpha Grey decreased the teams today and dismissed the patrolling teams temporarily," he said.

She clenched her fist, and the heads of the last two purebloods burst, and their brains splattered down on the people below. "This battle is not yours; it is mine," Alana said, her eyes emitting lightning. Wild bolts of lightning descended from the sky and destroyed the wolfs of the Nosferatu that were brought to the pack by the purebloods. She floated into the air once again and telekinetically lifted Lawson up as well. "There you have it; your masters are dead," she said to him. Lawson scoffed at her, "They were never my true masters," he said. But he felt unnerved as he saw the mocking look on Alana's face.

“Since you have decided to be worthless in every aspect, we will make you useful in some way.” My mother marched back to the center of the living room and picked up a paper from the table that my eyes had skipped earlier. “This would make you useful,” she stretched the paper towards me. I took careful steps forward, before collecting the paper. My eyes widened inch by inch as they darted from one edge of the paper to the other, taking in every word. Binding contract. Debt. Blackhollow Pack. Collateral. Asha Ryder. “Wha—What is… this?” I breathed out in disbelief.

"How many ships?" "Six iron-clads, sir," the scout replied, looking up with wide, anxious eyes. "But they aren't firing their batteries. They are moving slow, towing a massive, floating iron platform behind them. High Alpha Torin says it looks like a deep-sea siege crane." Natalia turned her gaze toward the open horizon. Through the thick, swirling sea-mist of the Midnight Sea, the familiar, low-profile silhouettes of the western warships began to break the gray winter light. They didn't sound their mechanical horns this time; they moved in a synchronized, eerie silence, their smoke-stacks belching thick black soot that cast a dark shadow across the frozen water.

During the crossing over the scarlet waters of the Atlantic, Alvaro lived the five best days of his life; drinking unlimited quantities of the most exquisite liquor, smoking one after another, the best tobacco; and trying out the women he wanted. He alternated all this with card games, darts and billiards. Boarding the ship from the United Kingdom to Le Havre, France, was the most fun part for Alvaro; he had not wanted the ferry to ever arrive. The owners of these cargo ships used to accumulate exaggerated debts with the Tonali brothers, so the shipments of their merchandise were a form of retribution.

I shouted into the glare, I had spotted up to five tiny ships coming towards us with immense speed. They all had black flags on them, designed with human skull as a warning. “Pirates, oh silly human pirates messing around.” “Oh how very great,” Tasha muttered to herself, she threw her orange peels into the water. “Just as I was about to get comfortable and have a good nap.”

And after 15 minutes, everyone, dead or injured, are now inside the ship and ready to depart. "Why are you guys still outside?! Let's go!" Alistair shouted, talking to me and Jevro. Jevro put down Devaughn and I just move my hand to gesture to Alistair to go now. The man frowned but when he saw Devaughn changed her form, Alistair's eyes grew wider. He then shook his head and entered the ship. Me and Jevro hop on Devaughn's back and became the escort of the 7 ships that are now floating in the air for take off.