Charybdis Ship Novels & Stories

The metal warped, cracked, and shattered with deafening, metallic screeches, sending tons of boiling sea water pouring into the holds as the massive vessels broke in half and dragged their screaming crews down into the bubbling, green-tinged abyss. Beta Vance broke the surface of the water near the pier, coughing violently, his golden eyes reflecting the green and gold fire dancing on the water. He hauled himself onto the timber, his hand slamming over his chest in a rough salute. "The channel is blocked! The primary vanguard of the armada has been completely boiled in the bay, Queen Lyra! The remaining ships are turning hard to port to avoid the thermal updraft!" "Don't let them stabilize t

POV MADDISON The deep, vibrating roar of the cargo ship’s diesel engines shook the entire concrete foundation of the warehouse as the massive vessel began to pull away from the pier. The pouring rain slashed through the open loading dock doors, instantly soaking the bodies of Yuri Romanov's fallen men. "He's getting away!" I shouted over the thunder, pointing out at the dark silhouette of the ship cutting through the black waves of the bay. Richard was up on the lower deck, a pathetic, desperate shadow clutching our encryption keys to his chest.

Ellie clutched a sodden map, her knuckles white. “Brazil. Scotland. Japan. Egypt. Rome,” she muttered, scanning Voss’s scribbled notes. “They’re waking up everywhere. All at once.” Dr. Voss tightened the ropes of the sail. Her face was pale but determined. “The Chimera was never singular. It was a herald. And heralds are never alone.” Cerebus stood at the bow, fur plastered by rain, three heads scanning the darkness. Alpha was still. Beta watched the horizon. Gamma growled at the storm.

A huge warship was smashed to pieces by the Tetrarchy Cauldron. Except for a few experts of the Evil Fang Star who had escaped, thousands of people on the warship had been swallowed up by the flames, leaving no corpses. The experts of the Evil Fang Star were all shocked. "How dare you?" They couldn't restrain their rage. Chu Xun grabbed the foot of the Tetrarchy Cauldron, which was as big as a mountain, raised it, and threw it at another warship. With a boom, flames swept over, and the huge warship was broken in half at the waist. It exploded with a boom and burned like fireworks in the void.

Mara swirled around. Between the rocks outside on the sea a larger ship appeared. Not big as a cruise ship. But big enough. A rusty cutter. Without lighting. Almost noisy. Only the rhythmic stamping of the engine came over. Noah became pale. Elias stepped backwards. And Emilia began to tremble. Mara looked at the ship. A name was painted on the side. In the weak light she could only read a word. Asteria. Then she suddenly understood something. Not slow.

Her fingers digging into the hard dry dirt on either side. Then the elder Rogues are brought forward, including the dark-haired woman who we captured first. She introduces herself as Elsbeth of the Star Gazers. A pack I know of, one that’s far far north, and crosses into the Arctic Circle. There are representatives of her pack here. Did they know what had become of their Banishment?

He held onto Sofia, swimming as hard as he could, pushing them out of the ship’s path. Above them, the storm raged, the ship’s propellers slicing the water like monstrous blades. They had to keep moving. Just then there was an explosion. Even underwater, Adam felt the impact. A shockwave tore through the ocean, a deep, thunderous boom shaking them from below. He turned his head just in time to see a massive fireball erupt above, engulfing the ship in a violent inferno. Slade’s ship, gone. For a moment, the sea around them lit up in hues of orange and red, flames dancing over the wreckage. The heat, even beneath the surface, was suffocating.

Beside her stood Grand Marshal Vance, his grey eyes fixed on the massive shape looming in the dry-dock below. "She’s a beast, My Queen," Vance rasped, his voice cutting through the rhythmic, deafening clang of blacksmith hammers echoing from the lower furnaces. "We used the seasoned northern pine Craig’s clans harvested to line the internal ribbing, then sheeted the hull in four inches of rust-resistant iron plates. The shipwrights didn't believe a hull that heavy would float, but Commander Cheryl’s ballast magic is holding."

Rage and hate poured from him in a sickly red aura. Methodically, like he knew he was being watched, he turned to the side, revealing a ship. White with orange trim. Lifesavers mounted to the starboard dipped and rose with the tide. Distorted blue letters were printed on the rear stern, but she couldn't read them through the haze.

"your mate has been dead long ago, why don't you try begging the moon goddess to mate you once again. You know it's difficult to live alone" Lara, a member of the rogue pack and his best friend suggested him. Marcellus looked at her and then sighed. No one will ever understand the pain of losing a mate until one experiences. She was her first love and he lost her in a battle with Picaro pack. They were vicious alphas and betas, a pack of werewolves whom he hated most. And yet they killed a Lycans mate.