Cursed Ship Novels & Stories

It was unusual for Ethan to be so expressive, even to laugh so loudly. "Well you don't know William, Leona. William Redorge. A very famous action film actor and-" "Yeah I know that. He's a famous actor, and?" "Come on, Ethan! Let's go quickly!" interrupted William. Ethan cleared his throat. After that he rose from his position. "Okay, Miss Russell, looks like I have to go now, before the ferocious wolf attacks me," said Ethan. William glared at his cousin and assistant. Ethan could always call him a 'wolf' in front of Leona. What if the girl gets suspicious?

Blood, betrayal, a baby born of two powerful lines, hidden away, marked by fate. Marked to be cursed. “You were born under the Rift’s shadow,” a voice said behind me. Not my parents this time, but the pale figure from the forest. Kai. “You weren’t just fated to a mate,” he said slowly. “You were cursed to destroy him… or save him.” “What… what do you mean?” I gasped, clutching my head as the pain grew worse. “You are the cursed mate,” Kai whispered. “Chosen by power, not love. Your bond to Finnick was never meant to be easy. It was meant to break you… or remake you.”

"Wait, I'll put this somewhere safe, I'll tell you later what." He screamed. I pouted and crossed my arms, I just looked down at the gorge and there I could clearly see the ship that was outdated. It was filled with rust, the once beautiful ship was now a home for sea creatures. What was its history, then? Why did the ship go there? I looked at the sun and realized it'll be setting soon enough. From the vantage point I could clearly see it hitting the ship so it looked gold at first glance.

I also added. "Do you know about the fact that Tristan is cursed? He is going to die if he gets closer to his mate. He has been looking for his mate for several years now, and I am not sure if he has stopped already." She informed me while I squinted my eyes in confusion. He is going to die?

Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously. Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."

“I know you did everything for Melinda and your unborn child.” She reached over and took my hand, clasping it firmly. “Melinda is lucky to have found a mate like you, Keith. If only….” She sighed, and her expression deflated, tears gleaming in her eyes, “If I could break the curse binding the three of you by sacrificing my life, I would have done it in the blink of an eye… But….” Her voice trailed off and she gazed into the space with an empty expression. The curse of the three mates had been haunting the werewolves for generations. Despite trying all sorts of ways and methods; no one had managed to figure out a way around it.

"Not now, Zayden. I'm worried about the curse and what it might mean for us." He sobered up at my words, his expression turning serious. "I know, Emily. But we'll figure it out. I promise." I wanted to believe him, but the weight of my responsibilities made it hard to be optimistic. "I hope you're right, Zayden. I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you or the other alpha princes." He placed a hand on my shoulder, his touch warm and reassuring. "Don't worry, Emily. We'll protect you no matter what. And we'll find a way to break the curse together."

I don’t know what I expected when we came to this place, but to actually get a general idea of where to look for the caster of curses was not it. "Now that we know," Nazhoni began, frowning slightly. "How are we supposed to get back to the mainland so we can get to the coldlands?" "She’s right." I agreed. "Our ship crashed. We don’t have a way back. " "Then let me be of assistance." Stefan beamed. "On the condition you let me and a few of my comrades come along, of course."

And as it touched the floorboards, the wood beneath it turned black, freezing into a layer of brittle, pitch-colored frost. "What is that?" someone shouted from the middle of the room. The sleeping men were awake now, scrambling to their feet as the bitter cold radiating from the black mist swept across the hold. "Is the hull leaking?" another voice yelled, drawing a sword. "Did we hit a reef?" "That ain't seawater!" the scarred rogue screamed, scrambling toward the stairs. "It's curse-water! The bay is cursed!" Panic erupted instantly. Three hundred nervous, freezing mercenaries surged toward the wooden ladder, shoving and screaming as they tried to reach the upper hatch to escape the black

Her thoughts felt tangled, pulling her in directions she did not want to follow. “You do not know what I am,” she said. “No,” he agreed. “But neither do you.” That unsettled her deeply. Elsewhere in the fortress, Alaric stood alone in his private chamber, staring out into the night. He had left Elysia’s room because remaining there had become dangerous. Not to her, but to himself. The curse lay beneath his skin as it always had, a constant presence he had learned to live with. It was absolute. It did not warn. It did not fail. It killed instantly and without exception.