Cursed Ships Novels & Stories

Was it fate that made me see him the first time? Was it the work of fate that I wasn't killed? Was it the work of fate that I was assigned to work here. Is it the work of fate that I'm seeing him again? If it is fate, then there has to be a reason. The question is what is the reason? * * JAMAL Cursed! Cursed! I kept hearing the voices as I walked out, I shook my head yet it didn't stop and immediately I stepped out of the room, It was like something hit me in full force!

I whispered. ​"I see it," he said, his eyes turning a lethal, glowing green. ​On the horizon, a fleet of ships appeared. They weren't made of wood. They were made of iron and steam, their chimneys belching black smoke that stained the moonlight. ​The "Kings from across the sea" had arrived. ​I took Liam’s hand, my silver light flaring to meet his emerald fire. ​The story of the Silver Rejection was a tale of the past. The story of the United Pack was the present.

Some things had already reached the point of no return. Either he would fall, or I would.

Grappling hooks were starting to fly from the other ship, locking the ships together. “Cut the Ropes!” Claire yelled as she pulled the wheel hard away from the ship. The ship creaked as it tried to follow orders but there were too many ropes holding it to the other ship. Claire narrowed her eyes at the ship. It had jet black sails with a crescent moon on them. At the end of the crescent moon a star was dangling. Claire felt a strange feeling of dejavu. Did she know this ghostly ship? She looked down at the lower deck and the men were frantically trying to free the ship. Each time rope was cut it was magically replaced with another. They clearly had done this before.

“But not the only one.” “What else?” “Whispers,” I replied. “Whispers that someone opened the old vaults in the southern ranges. The ones sealed after the war.” He whistled low. “If that’s true…” “It means the curses aren’t buried. They’re waking.” He nodded grimly. “Then we’ll need more than just swords.” I looked at the stars overhead. Clear, cold. “No,” I said. “We’ll need faith. In each other. In what we’re building.”

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

Through her spyglass, the scene at the shipyards was a vision of absolute ruin. Three massive, copper-plated Draconian war-barges had bypassed the outer reef guards entirely, using the Dawn-Gild's leaked coordinates to slam their white-hot reptilian prows directly into the grand merchant vaults. The dry-docks where the secondary hull lines of the Royal Navy were being laid down were already ablaze, the seasoned northern pine timbers turning into lines of running charcoal under the pressure of the Saurian Janissaries' magma-weapons.

He didn't look sad; he looked "Complete." "Go to the ice," she whispered as the ghost dissipated into the silver-thread network. "We’ll come for you when we’ve built the future. We can't carry you with us yet." The Curators, now reeling from the "Sovereignty-Virus," had retreated further into the void, but the World-Ship was undergoing a "Structural-Mutation." The virus hadn't killed them; it had forced them to "Evolve." The Curators were no longer interested in collecting life—they were now "Mimicking" it. A new fleet was emerging from the World-Ship, but these ships weren't obsidian and rings. They were made of bronze-wood and steam. The enemy was becoming the Union.

“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.

he explained, only adding to my irritation. I had heard tales of Rosa growing up. It was just a myth, a story to scare boys away from the dangerous waters of the sea. “Are they out of their minds? Get back! Get back on the ship! Get back, or you’re all fired!” I threatened trying to grab one of them before he could jump. “Fire us! This ship is cursed! Rosa only appears to cursed vessels!” He wriggled free from my grasp and bolted. “This company is cursed! The other ship burned down in Canada, we don’t want Rosa to set us ablaze!” another fool shouted.