Cursed Ships Mha Novels & Stories

Its massive hull glinted under the morning sun, and even from miles away, the hum of energy vibrating through the water was unmistakable. Damian stood on the deck of the tactical vessel, wind whipping his hair, salt stinging his eyes. Beside him, Cole checked weapons and gear, his knuckles still bruised from Zurich. Mia was huddled over a holographic map, fingers flying as she traced the Mother ship’s course and projected potential weak points. Sienna stood nearby, her arms wrapped around Julian, who stared wide-eyed at the looming shadow in the distance. “This isn’t just a ship,” Mia muttered. “It’s a fortress. And it’s alive.”

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.

It was an intimidating sight! The frontmost ship was at least three stories high! The more than 10 meters tall waving black flag had the words ‘Blood Shark’ written clearly in red. ‘Blood Shark’ was clearly the name of those pirates. ‘Blood Shark? ‘When did such a strong troop of pirates appear in this vast ocean?’ Ambrose was stunned but confused at the same time upon seeing the situation. Eira beside him was also baffled. She looked at the pirate ships in a daze and was rendered speechless but also curious at the same time.

Price nodded. "Crewman, can you get me a visual on those contacts?" After flipping a few switches and button presses three ships emerged on the screen. "Commander, these ships appear to be a Havoc Class Merchant raider escorted by two Claymore Class Corvettes, followed by strike craft. Possibly Furies and Faustus interceptors. I advise prioritizing the Havoc first as it is better armed." "What are the weapons on those ships?" "The havoc has Plasma based weapons. Those can cause severe damage to an unshielded ship this size. The Claymores have a single railgun, similar to your calibre, and Point defence guns."

Cursed. After lunch Asher was calling me non-stop. I drop Esma on the gates and left only after ensuring she had entered the castle. She was totally opposite of me, everything about her only amazes me and pushed me to know more about her. I shake my head to get rid of all these thoughts and pushed the gas paddle. Humans die all the time. Humans were murdered all the time. Humans killed all the time. However, having a dead human on our territory was bad news. That could mean we could be under their suspicion. I have protected my land till now and I didn’t need that.

A wickedly handsome face, a charming smile bright enough to deceive any lady, there was no denying it, the man before me was none other than the cursed Alpha. "It seems you've heard about me." He read my mind again, but I immediately turned my face away, hiding my expression from his gaze. "You're the cursed Alpha?" I inquired for clarification purposes. I needed to be sure of what I was getting into. I had no idea why people called him cursed, but it couldn't be for a good deed. Who was he, and what exactly had he done to earn the title of being cursed? Even though I couldn't see his face, I could feel the change in the air around him. He didn't like being called cursed, but then again I ne

I growled out, turning to him, "No one can wield Adzar. It is not force that can be wielded. Even if it foretells the illusion of it. No one can control it. It was not meant to be controlled. They will burn both our worlds if they do not stop." "Can it be stopped?" Mother echoed, her gaze on the creature, she seemed out of it, "Look at it. It watches us like it understands us. How many of these...these things did it take to slaughter a whole ship? How many have escaped into our lands already and have poisoned our forests? How many more ships of humans are traveling across the turbulent seas seeking refuge in Valacane, but harboring this curse within their midst?" she huffed, "The curse is al

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

I shapeshifted and raced down speedily, my wolf was ardent and I found it calming to run on the shoreline of Meadow Lake. After running for a mile or two, he seemed cool, I raced back towards my room, grabbed some clothes and headed towards the gathering hall. When I arrived, my warriors were already gathered. They grouped according to their ranks. My clan, Crimson Pack was known to be the strongest and most revered. We were the full package; a Pack mother, Beta wolves, Gamma wolves, a couple of elders, omegas, sentinels, scouts, hunters, guardians as well as salutary wolves.

"Which isn't to say that I wouldn't mind some help. How about the Navy? Any sign of air cover?" Lucy shook her head. "No, sir. It seems like some of the vessels were taken and some weren't. Their entire chain of command is screwed up. And, just to make things worse, new ships arrive every day. Some remain loyal, some go over, and some run like hell. Two different captains claim to be in charge. Neither has agreed to help". "Okay", Marco acknowledged, "stay on it. The SAMs will nail some of the bastards but not all of them".