Cursed Mha Ships Novels & Stories

How could he betray his mate? The aura around Serena blazed a deep red as she said the words, “I, The Witch of Artemia curse you; the moment you consummate your relationship with your mate; she will die.” Then Serena stormed out of the tent waving her wand behind her. Alaric stood there, frozen like a statue. She had shattered his life and filled it with misery and despair with just one flick of her wand.

The enemy ship is gaining ground, the distance closing faster than they hoped. The flag is clearer now, the blood-red skull a chilling promise against the black. The ship is large, menacing, built for speed and violence. It cuts through the water with relentless purpose, the gap between them shrinking with each passing moment. As it draws closer, the name painted in crimson letters becomes visible: The Crimson Vengeance.

Jason added. “You don't need to thank me, I brought this upon us to begin with. I already said this.” I stated. Jason nodded and turned to leave. I was finally alone again and could think in peace. Diana would abruptly yell out all of a sudden. “Something is ahead...it looks like two ships!” We all rushed to join her in front of the ship. I could see two ships, like she said. It was hard to tell what was going on from that distance, I stared harder to no avail.

I ran into Valen on my way down. "Miss Nash," he bowed his head to me, mocking me as you would bow to an Alpha. "Mr. Douche," I bowed back. "Hey, Bennet and Martel aren't back yet, are they?" He stopped half-turning to hear my answer. "I don't know. I haven't seen them." That means they haven't checked in yet, either. That can't be good. I skipped stopping at the kitchen and went to the library. I opened the open case files for Matice and Oliver. They were going after Donald Montenegro. He was a big arms dealer both in human and supernatural weapons. He was not an easy target. How were they sent alone for that? I printed the last known office address for his shell corporation and headed to D

POV EMMA BELLE From the misty veil of the Western Ocean, a fleet emerged. These were not the elegant, wooden galleons of the Southern merchants or the rugged longships of the North. They were monstrosities of dark, riveted iron. They belched thick, black smoke from towering chimneys, and their hulls sliced through the waves with a mechanical indifference that made the very water seem to recoil. At the head of the fleet was the Dreadnought, a leviathan of steel that bore the sigil of a gear entwined with a broken lightning bolt.

Xiao Fang explained the function of the imperial ship to Ciao Chen. After seeing and hearing about the advantages of the imperial ship, Xiao Chen was truly amazed. It was even crazier than his own ship, so Xiao Chen was very happy to use the imperial large ship. Xiao Fang was aware of what his younger brother was planning and firmly rejected the request. This warship was not a ship for Xiao Chen to use freely. Although it was powerful, the materials needed for the ship were rare and very expensive. The empire only had ten at the half-emperor level, twenty at the king level, and a hundred at the immortal level. Xiao Fang made this ship a walking fortress for the Xiao empire if it ever explore

"Kaelor, look at the signatures of the ships above." "What am I looking at?" "They aren't Aethelgard ships. Those are Navia hulls. Steam-engines and salvaged iron." Aradaa’s heart sank. "It’s the humans. A 'New Republic.' They aren't trying to claim the ship... they’re trying to kill the 'Beast in the Deep.' They’re afraid of us." "Those are our people!" Kaelor shouted. "Why are they dropping fire on our heads?" A new signal pulsed on the sonar—a familiar, sharp encryption.

We were the picture perfect family that the entire coven envied. But then a tragic disease struck so many coven of witches, killing both the young and the old. There were not much people who survived. Our family included. Veronica and I did all we could to keep them till the illness passed, or till someone found us a cure but we were too late. And now, we were all we had.

Instead, all I can hear is the frantic pounding of my heart, hammering so hard it feels like the entire room is closing in around me. "He's doing what he always does," Mara says. "Pretending he can take care of everything. Fixing problems. Making people feel comfortable, safe, and looked after. And he does it beautifully. Nobody does it better, I'll give him that." She pauses, her expression turning grim. "And then the curse takes them anyway. And all the flowers, libraries, and pianos in the world don't change what they find the next morning." She sits back, crossing her arms loosely.

"The assault craft are fueled and waiting at the Marina South Pier, Mr. Vance. Let us go reclaim your fleet." ​Julian laced his fingers through Maya’s, pulling her close against his side as they stepped into the lead armored vehicle, ready to wage war on the dark waters of the Malacca Strait.