Cursed Ship Novels & Stories

My wolf said. As seconds pass, the heat, the fire, the bones shifting. Muscles pulling tight. I cringed, hand clutching my chest. She’s coming… My vision blurred. A low snarl echoed in my mind. “You should calm down, Silver. I am trying to connect with the spirit.” And from across the square, Elder Mira turned to me, her blind eyes suddenly glowing. She walked toward me, moving faster than her cane should allow. She touched my cheek. “Silver Colt. The Cursed child born under the Blood Moon eighteen years ago.”

She felt it was her responsibility, but she also knew she couldn't fight them alone, but she needed help from others, she thought. She used her curse which was "cursed speech". She was able to make something happen with just a word. If she was to say die to anyone they would die instantly, but that depends on how strong the soul of the person was. She used her cursed speech to curse three swords, that can be used to kill anyone that was cursed, with a stab in the chest. She wanted to do more but she couldn't, the cursed energy was too heavy for her mortal body to behold. The three she did take a toll on her body and she lost her voice. She wasn't able to speak or talk again since that day.

But her next words shocked eveey soul present their, " I curse u ,Elis Rosewood .I ,the rejected mate of Dian ' Julie Adams ' curses you. You would suffer the same wound as mine. You would never be able to love , your mate. As I never got , mine . Only because of u and ur acts. " And she fainted causing pin drop silence in whole palace. The cry of werewolves were heard indicating the dark phase arrival. Elis , who listened every thing , took a step back . Never had she thought , she would be punished for the mistake ,she never did.

She morphs into an owl and flies off into the distance. “The cold ones.” Brea hisses as they all look over the horizon at the huge ships coming from across the sea. “Cursed ones,” the leader of the natives announces. “We call them cold ones,” Brea explains. “They are cursed.” the leader of the natives maintains. “If you look closely you will see the spell reflecting on their wooden water house.” Brea looks at the ships closely. Her eyes widens as she sees the signs. The curse is barely visible but it is there, contaminating even the ship.

They were Cursed by Salazar. Salazar???? I said surprisingly Yes Salazar. How did he do that? I asked desperately As almost everyone knows, Salazar is a wicked and friendly pirates. Wicked to anyone he hates and Friendly to anyone he likes. Dutchmen's function is to take all dead people on the sea into the other world. That is why their ship has a special characteristics, it can enter the sea to come out another place nearby in seconds. They rear sharks and birds on ship. And those animals are very loyal to them, they can sacrifice their life for them.

It wasn’t aimed at my chest. Not this time. It was angled with horrific precision toward my throat. Toward the mark. *The vessel must be sacrificed.* Some old, cold part of my memory coughed up that phrase, dredged from Master Binder’s notes and the seer’s earlier warnings. In the original, working, “vessel” had meant my life. My body burned out to fuel the curse’s completion. But I wasn’t the same vessel now. My mark wasn’t just a brand anymore. It was a door.

(William’s P.O.V) Caribbean Ocean, 1835 We have been sailing these waters for a fortnight and have yet to make landfall, we are beginning to lose hope of finding the treasure of Greybeard to break this curse placed upon the families of those who sailed with him. Our family lines have all been cursed with time, we age slowly to the point of immortality. Though Greybeard and his son, my father, have both perished, I need to uncover where the treasure is to reverse the curse that he placed upon us. My first mate, John Drummond, came up to me at the helm with updates on the crews functioning and the distribution of supplies.

My jaw fell and I gasped, Maura made us cock our head to the side. “This is the pirate ship known as “The Black Ghost.” The story goes that it wrecked here in the 1730’s. It stayed buried in the sea until an earthquake brought it into this cove maybe a hundred years ago. Brought it to its final resting place. I know it sounds crazy but when I first fell upon this land … first stood in that house and saw the beach I fell in love. It was a crazy sense of purpose, like something called me here. I felt it in my bones.

Tristan wanted to curse the world. Had he not been too taken away by that damn noble, he would’ve caught the cruise ship before it sailed off from the port. There’d been no longer cruise ships arriving on the harbor that day, as the next one would arrive in two days. So Tristan had no other choice but to ride the pettiest and stinky ship he had ever been. It was the only ship that would sail in that hour. And Tristan could not afford to wait any longer.

His insanely awkward satisfaction with seeing me like this, was damn clear on his stupid face. “Hi, Leo. You are looking good.” He chuckled, sarcastically. “Fuck you.” I cursed him, my throat dry and my voice hoarse. He nodded his head in disappointment. “Nope. Not yet. Reserve those curses for the main event.” I frowned, watching his eyes. They trailed away from me, looking at something behind me. That when I heard it, the sound of a ship. ‘Cazzo’ I turned instantly. Immediately my eye fell on the ship, it exploded.