Cursed Ship Novels & Stories

“Lady Ever—” “No names.” Becky lifted a hand without slowing. “Not mine. Not yours. Not tonight.” The man bowed his head. “As you wish.” “Is the ship ready?” “Aye.” He jerked his chin toward the vessel moored at the far end of the dock. It was a weather-beaten cargo ship, hull patched, sails rolled, the Eastwind insignia freshly painted over with a darker, unfamiliar crest. “False flag, false registry, false manifests. No one’ll track where she’s goin’.”

My voice cracked on the words because I was certain that he did love me. Confusion marred her perfect features. “Is he sick?” Because truly, that would be the only other problem. “He's cursed.” I blurted out. “Cursed?” She sounded disbelieving. “Yes, cursed.” I spent the next few minutes explaining Brian's curse, his age, the death of his prior mates, and the future event of my possible death.

I was an unusual child, I began speaking and walking flawlessly at only six months old, I had impeccable hearing also, of all my very special and strange abilities, I hated that one the most, because I’ve heard nothing but hurtful words. My eyes often randomly turns golden yellow and then goes back to normal, I grew up hearing parents tell their children to not have anything to do with me, I grew up hearing everyone say I was cursed and I brought bad luck to whoever gets involved with me. Ofcourse what would I have them think, even I knew that I wasn’t normal. I grew up watching family and friends desert my mother, leaving her with only me. The guilt plagued me. Her suffering was my fault. I

“Your shipplays host to sin, Captain. Ye and thy kind have desire that turn hearts black as night. Ye hide behind The Book, yet there is no light there for thy soul. The holds of your ship are filled with ill-gotten gains. Gold from Spanish galleons blasted until no man lives, silk from the Ottoman, the blood of slaves on every fibre. Ye covet such things; harbour their value above life itself. Hypocrite, I say to thee. Murderer!” “Ye shall once more face the rope,” the captain said. “About your neck as we watch ye dance on the air.” “Ye will have no such pleasure, sir,” the woman said. Her voice was low but they could all hear her as though she were with them on the deck. “Ye are all cursed

"Hmm... I believe we are talking about a different captain then. To be honest with you, I am not the only one sailing with a ghostly ship in this vast water. There was this one before me with a far notorious reputation than mine. He who add an agreeable sense of macabre in any delirium; if I might add. But consider yourself blessed that ye never had dealings with him who collects the souls of sailors and binds them to service before his ship. Maybe you've heard of it?—the infamous Alec Romanov and his accursed ghost ship. The same terrible vessel whose very timbers are cut from the bodies and souls of doomed seamen." "I can assure you that the crew of this vessel was only guilty of one drea

Lissa: “ My God... Alexandra: “ This ship was the same as the ship that Igor and Kataleya ventured on, according to legends. Lissa said nothing. Alexandra: “ And that's why I'm here! To find out what my grandmother couldn't! I think this ship should not be used anymore! They do everything, rehabilitate the ship, change this and that, but every hundred years the same thing happens, a couple disappears! A couple doesn't come home! Lissa: “ Do you think this ship is cursed? Alexandra: “ I don't know if it's true, but according to my grandmother, she told me that this couple who didn't return home were possessed! It was Kataleya and Igor in soul. And a hundred years ago the ship was late and los

"The curse is real." "No," I said desperately. "What do you mean, this isn't me!" "Four hours," Dante whispered, looking directly at me. "You've been here four hours and I'm already dying." "What do you mean by that? and if you think so, is this how curses work?" "Isn't it?" Soren asked coldly. "Your first mate died in a hunting accident. Random attack. Your second mate got killed by rogues. Random attack. The third mate just dropped dead. Random death."

Cerberus Protocol had ignited flawlessly. The first ship was hit by a drone-launched depth charge, detonated just beneath the keel. The explosion cracked it in half like a crucifix dropped on stone. The second was struck by a magnetic torpedo — a gift from an old Soviet pipeline Matteo had “reactivated” in silence. The third… that one was different. It didn’t sink. It burned. From the inside out. Flames poured from every window and vent like the ship itself was coughing out hell. Men leapt overboard, screaming. Bullets rained from the sky, fired from remote choppers above. They never even saw the shooters. Just death, cloaked in wind and fury.

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."

The ship was a jagged silhouette of radar-absorbent carbon fiber, looking more like a shark made of obsidian than a vessel of mercy. "The crossing will take four days if we hit the currents right," Aris shouted over the roar of the turbines. She was hunched over a holomap of the Atlantic, where glowing red zones marked "Dead Tides"—areas where the water was so saturated with corrupted code that the ship’s hull would literally begin to dissolve. "But we aren't alone out there, Jade. The pirates in the Mid-Atlantic aren't looking for gold anymore. They're looking for 'Update' cores. To them, Caspian isn't a man; he’s the world’s most expensive battery." The Ghost in the Cabin