Cursed Ships Novels & Stories

How could he betray his mate? The aura around Serena blazed a deep red as she said the words, “I, The Witch of Artemia curse you; the moment you consummate your relationship with your mate; she will die.” Then Serena stormed out of the tent waving her wand behind her. Alaric stood there, frozen like a statue. She had shattered his life and filled it with misery and despair with just one flick of her wand.

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

Chapter three. The Cursed Union Overwhelmed by Mary’s words, he became light-headed and his legs buckled, causing him to drop to his knees as he looked at the pregnant, frail lady he was about to be forced to marry. She looked at him with sorry eyes while her arms were wrapped around her belly. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do this to you. It wasn't my fault. I was drugged,” she said sympathetically. Her parent on the other hand, were smiling from ear to ear, overjoyed that their daughter was getting married to the most powerful family in London.

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

Cammie said, looking out through the back window. "What are you guys running away from?" this time Alyssa asked. "Oh, just some martial art illiterate undead," Cammie said as if that wasn't a big deal. "Cam, they're worse than serial killers!" I told her. "Mmm...do you mean all those guys coming behind us?" Alyssa said, averting her eyes to the rear-view mirror. I turned around and spotted two cars speeding along, one was red and the other was yellow. "Oh, no," I said.

There is 4 total ships that would be involved in the Inspection tour from Aeternum Central Shark City to the Eloesa City, with the public aims is to inspect the river routes and also delivering a few important items from the Aeternum Mainland to the Kingdom of Eloesa. There is only a single modern ships in the entire fleet of 4, that modern ship is the Coastal Patrol ship types from the Coast Guard, of which that I bought on earth before, the ship were fully geared up and armed to the teeth, ready for combat. As for the other 3 ships were the slow moving medieval wooden ships caravel, naturally it was all fitted with Magic Sails, for a bit faster movement. Yes, the Sail were magically enchan

The black horizon of the Pacific didn’t just rumble; it bled. Through the dense, wet curtains of the harbor fog, the silhouette of *The Leviathan* materialized like a prehistoric leviathan cut from matte-black steel. The naval destroyer sat three miles out, a ghost ship commissioned by the absolute peak of corporate desperation, its heavy forward cannons slowly rotating toward the coordinates of the free port of Blackridge. They weren't here to negotiate an asset recovery. They were here to execute a scorched-earth liquidation.

The once vibrant and spirited deck of their ship now felt empty, haunted by the absence of her presence. Eric was torn between his duty as a captain and his personal anguish. The dark wand pack, an ancient artifact of immense power, had brought a terrible fate upon his crew. It was a cursed treasure, sought after by his father, who had sinister intentions for its use. The twisted legacy of his family had cast a shadow over Eric's life, and he could not escape its grasp.

“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

“Plea-se...” He clenched his jaw, walking over to the bars he had destroyed. He wouldn’t look back, no matter how long he had waited, he wouldn’t look back no matter how painful this night would be for her, he wouldn’t look back, he wouldn’t! This wasn’t how it was suppose to go, she wasn’t suppose to be his mate...she wasn’t suppose to even be alive...but he supposed that if she died...he’d die too... You see, he was cursed...around the world, he was known as the first alpha cruel enough to be cursed by the goddess herself... There were pins and needles in his heart, it felt as though tight strings were tied around it...