Cursed Ships Novels & Stories

That I was to be the pack's historian, so I must take special classes at what they called the Artamas Academy School for the gifted. My first memory of Artamas. I was small, so small. I walked in with Esmerelda holding my hand. We walked into a Library of sorts. It looked old, though, nothing like the library at the packhouse. There was a small blonde-haired boy with the most piercing blue- almost ice-colored eyes. Maybe a year older than me. He was doing a puzzle. Every time he got the piece wrong, he winced as if being shocked. He smiled at me, a smile so bright it took my fear away. This place made me want my mother. She left me. She didn't want me. No one wanted me. That is what they tol

And that pain, and her love, were stronger than anything else on that goddamn boat. Jeannine leapt at Papa Nightmare using her one good leg and drove the machete through his open mouth and out the back of his skull. The noise of battle ceased around them. The undead soldiers from long ago melted into the decking of the Sultana. The ship itself began to disintegrate as spectral planks gave way to rushing water. “Go!” screamed Curtis. The ghost ship rocked as its boilers exploded. With Papa Nightmare dead, there was nothing to hold the ghost ship together. Time was suddenly catching up with the old ship. The Sultana was reliving its death by fire from over a century ago.

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Remembering made me shudder. He gave me a sharp look. "You heard them? Felt them?" "I - Yes, I think so." I stepped closer to him, suddenly afraid. I knew nothing about where I was. Leo placed his hands on my bare arms. "Those are the Cursed. They are creatures who turned their backs on Polonias and the goodness of the magic in the land. They are like the demons of your world. Some are desperate for a way out of the darkness, while others seek to pull unsuspecting travelers in. They are the cause of the Sickness." He shook his head. "Did you understand them?"

I also added. "Do you know about the fact that Tristan is cursed? He is going to die if he gets closer to his mate. He has been looking for his mate for several years now, and I am not sure if he stopped already." She informed me while I squinted my eyes in confusion. He is going to die?

I proceeded towards another consulship, of my lord as much as a representative, who received me as fast as I could until all three forms of my beast crouched behind the Tower of Vampires. In which there were those who already knew me, after all, curses, which were common and frequent there in those colonies, due to the borders with jealous fairies, as well as with idiotic and obscure wizards who did not like to be rejected, from jealous fairies, to the worst beings in the galaxies, dark wizards and elves and dark lords. In that once my breathing stabilized, I peered out from behind the black skyscraper. All those ships had to come together to put out the fire and seemed to have reached a tem

There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde. "What gives that bitch the right to be your wife? She even got one of your kidneys," Carmen snarled as she caressed the two jars. "That's why I took it out. I'm returning it to you now. What I can't have, I won't let anyone else have either. My godfather will be here soon. He'll kill all of you to avenge my father!" There was a glimmer of love in Evan's eyes as he stared at my head in the jar. He reached into his pocket and gripped the scalpel inside tightly.

It wasn't the hum of the 'Legion,' and it wasn't the song of the 'Saints. It was a mechanical roar. A fleet of modern, iron-clad warships was appearing on the horizon, bearing a flag Panni had never seen: A white lotus crushed by a black gear. "The Third Family," Vera whispered, her terror genuine now. "The Engineers. They didn't want the 'Silence' or the 'Fire.' They just wanted the Energy." A single, massive shell whistled through the air, striking the black junk and turning it into a fireball.

It has been a thousand years now and many third month of the full moon had passed but I was yet to meet the destined one. I opened my eyes which was filled with agony. My heart felt heavy from the burden I had been carrying for thousands of years. I regretted the day I had killed that innocent man thinking he was responsible for the death of my parents. What I didn’t know was the man had been cursed and whoever killed him would be the new host of the curse. Being able to live for thousands of years might be the longing of many wolves but not me as I was tired of repeating the same cycle over and over again.

I answered, digging my fingers into his broad shoulders and pulling his mouth to mine with a hungry kiss that filled us both with certainty of victory. Our moment of peace lasted only a heartbeat. A deafening metallic roar shook the cavern’s foundations. It did not come from the palace or the pass—it came from the ocean horizon visible through the great coastal rift. The deep, guttural blast of an ancient war horn tore through the northern night. I looked up toward the cavern’s opening, my mark blazing brighter as I saw the shapes of ten massive black‑steel ships emerge from the sea fog, driven by violet fire that dwarfed the Council’s magic.