Cursed Ships Novels & Stories

I am not letting a curse produce more curses It replays in my head and my chest stings more. Ofcourse curse bring with it pain. I am cursed therefore pain is me.......

She morphs into an owl and flies off into the distance. “The cold ones.” Brea hisses as they all look over the horizon at the huge ships coming from across the sea. “Cursed ones,” the leader of the natives announces. “We call them cold ones,” Brea explains. “They are cursed.” the leader of the natives maintains. “If you look closely you will see the spell reflecting on their wooden water house.” Brea looks at the ships closely. Her eyes widens as she sees the signs. The curse is barely visible but it is there, contaminating even the ship.

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

Damn it! Suddenly, the carvings on the coffin began to glow up in a faint red colour. They were writings of a language... "Ze tchse hea goh tuoah." She mumbled the writings out loud and tilted her head in thought. Where had she... Wasn't this in History? As she was lost in thought, the coffin began to illuminate bright red lights from the edges as the cave began to shake lightly. She was shaken out of her thoughts and her vision zeroed on the lit up coffin. Okay... What was happening?

That seemed to work at least. "Thank you." I said but she didn't reply. Not that I care. I kept looking out the window, trying to get rid of my nervousness. I distracted myself with the many beautiful sights we passed by. The carriage rode through what I assume to be a market due to how busy it is. I could see slave trade shops, human girls were shamelessly being auctioned like animals and it made my blood boil. Vampires really have no value for human life, it's no wonder my species have been at war with them for centuries. Their cruelty is legendary.

The Lazarus. It swayed gently on the black waters, an eerie lull to its massive body. It was an old cargo ship, at least two stories high, but there was nothing welcoming about its form. Its once-white paint was now streaked in rust and what looked like dried blood. Symbols marked its hull in ash and red paint—some Emma recognized from old spellbooks, others made her blood run cold with instinctive fear. Chains thicker than a man’s torso moored it to the broken dock. The metal creaked with each gentle pull of the tide, a sound that echoed like a scream across the empty harbor.

Her words were venomous. "You have done a sin of separating two mates from each other... I curse you, Augustus... You will be separated from your mate just like me. You killed him when he was loving me, you will never be able to show your affection and love to your mate because when you do, she will die just like my mate died... He was not alert because he trusted me with his safety, he knew I'll protect him but you broke that trust, I curse you that you will never be able to win the trust of your mate and when you do, she will die in your arms just like my mate died..." She growled while struggling to attack him.

Chapter 50: The Shadow Lord's Departure The harbor stretched before him like a promise of violence made manifest, its waters black as midnight beneath the pre-dawn sky. Forty-seven warships rode at anchor in formations that spoke of military precision and unlimited resources, their hulls gleaming with magical reinforcements that could deflect cannon fire and turn aside the most sophisticated naval magic. Each vessel flew the silver shadow of House Nox, but these weren't the modest coastal patrol ships his ancestors had maintained. These were instruments of conquest, designed to carry war across oceans and challenge powers that had never faced serious external threats.

“Then we begin. Let no one know of this. It stays between us. If the council gets word of this!.The shame falls on our house.” ——— The next day unannounced Marisa arrived at Blackmoon pack house. Through the SUV’s Window she looked at the property in awe and excitement. “Once Damian marries me and forms the alliance… we will use my weapon to shatter Silvermoon pack. And if he resist’s me…” She smirked coldly “The same blade will destroy him”. She stepped out of her car. Touched her bag. Feeling the blade she smiled. The secret weapon.A cursed Relic stolen from Silvermoon’s old ruins.

From the sky, the waters glistened like obsidian, hiding the ruined monastery that sank centuries ago during a battle against an earlier cult. The Brotherhood’s tech teams, still loyal soldiers, secured the outer perimeter while Seraphina and Malthea led the magical preparations. Vulture glanced around. “You know… there was a time all we worried about was police, rival mafias, and the damn FBI. Now we’re dealing with underwater curses.” Petrov chuckled. “Evolution.” “Insanity,” Sokolov added, lighting a cigar. As they reached the cliffside, Bain took Cassie’s hand. Elias stood behind them, holding Cassian’s shoulder, while Malthea carried Aragorn in a warded sling.