Algol Ship Novels & Stories

he said gently, though it was more an observation than a question. Althea shook her head without looking at him. “I’ve only ever seen them from far away. They always looked so small from the cliffs.” She laughed quietly, disbelief lacing her voice. “I didn’t think they were this… grand.” Gavriel’s lips curved into a faint smile. “It’s one of the finest ships Lunaris owns,” he said. “Built to endure storms and long voyages. It will take us home faster than any road.” She finally turned to him, eyes bright. “You travel by this often?”

~Logan’s~ “What do you mean you still can’t fucking find her” “We have searched everywhere alpha we can’t even get her sent” Elijah explained “Keep searching we need to find her” “We will Alpha just breathe” “We will research packs if we need to I want my fucking mate home it’s been 2 months” Suddenly my phone starts ringing it’s a unknown number but I quickly answer “Hello Alpha Logan this is Alpha max of the blue moon pack I heard that your trying to find your mate and I think I seen her this morning in town.”

Weston had shown me a picture of what we would be on, but it was on the small screen on his phone and I didn’t get a good look, so I didn’t know which one was ours. “The Persephone is an Amels yacht,” Alan said a few minutes later as he pointed to the only ship on the left side of the pier. My jaw dropped open. It was the largest besides the cruise ship and had to be at least five stories tall and as large as our house. “Amels is a Dutch shipyard, where she was built in 2011. She is fifty-two meters in length, and nine across. Currently, she houses a crew of eight at your service.” “What do you think?” Weston asked.

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.

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

The “fire” that killed Alicia’s grandfather wasn’t in any official file. It took Zara 36 hours to find it. “Private maritime registry,” she said over video call at 3 a.m. Geneva time. Her face was pale from lack of sleep and blue light. “Kessler Shipping and Dickson Shipping dissolved their partnership in December 1994. Two weeks later, the _Maris Stella_ went down off the coast of Norway. Your grandfather was on board.” Alicia sat up in bed. Alex was already awake, watching her face.

“Aylessio’s side.” Aylessio? What? She stared at me expectantly, wiggling her eyebrows teasingly. Rebecca and Artemy. Aylessio. Her ship name for us. I let out a laugh when realization dawned to me. She really wasn’t giving up. “Don’t laugh. This ship is not sinking, you hear me? It has sailed and will keep sailing! It’s not sinking under my watch.” She narrowed her eyes at me, but her tone had taken a teasing lilt now.

Her father asked, "I saw a monster," she said holding her dad He went to search the toilet as her mom held her. How would she tell them she was the monster? The Queen Alpha

I let my emerald eyes lock onto Ross's face, my fingers wrapping around the sleek digital stylus on my tablet to keep them perfectly steady. "Mr. Ross," I said, my voice ringing out clearly through the vaulted room, cold and absolute. Ross slowly turned his head to look at me, his brow arching with a patronizing amusement. "The St. Claire-Vane Global division is built on the proprietary logistics algorithms my brother and I spent five years developing," I continued, leaning forward to meet his gaze. "Algorithms that currently control eighty percent of the maritime shipping lanes in the North Atlantic. If you attempt to integrate those assets without my direct authorization codes, the entire

Ang langit ay nababalot ng makapal na ulap at ang dagat ay tila nagngangalit, nakikisabay sa tensyong bumabalot sa dambuhalang cargo ship na pag-aari ng mga Holt. Sa itaas, ang ugong ng tatlong black hawk helicopters ng mga Hohenberg ay nagbibigay ng nakakangilabot na babala.