Novel & Cerita Cursed Ships

1696, St. Austell, Cornwall, England I awoke with an unusual burning sensation enveloping my entire body as I tried to open my arduous eyelids, but the smothering heat engulfed me, drowning me as I started to shake uncontrollably, impelling me to the darkness as I lost consciousness. However, before I was hauled to a bottomless gulf, I heard Amara's revoltingly aggrieved voice. “You will be doomed for an eternity of solitude and suffering, Caleb as you have scathe and betrayed my love for you...”

What pack was ever prepared for a takeover by the Cursed Alpha Prince? In the last hundred years, he’d laid claim to close to fifty packs. His army grew, with the members of his pack who were cursed alongside him conquering as he did. Eat your food or Prince Valens will come for you. Even children learnt to fear him at an early age – The Prince who would destroy the world to break his curse. “The warriors in the south borders have fled.” The people outside continued to discuss. “The encroachers are gaining fast on us. No, Silas, we are not prepared.”

I shouted into the glare, I had spotted up to five tiny ships coming towards us with immense speed. They all had black flags on them, designed with human skull as a warning. “Pirates, oh silly human pirates messing around.” “Oh how very great,” Tasha muttered to herself, she threw her orange peels into the water. “Just as I was about to get comfortable and have a good nap.”

Yuriel stood at the prow of Naglfari, the Jotun Queen’s ship made of human nails, a cursed gift of Ragnarok from her father, as it swelled in the Northern Sea. Steel beams and old rotted wood held the keratin of dead men stripped of their cuticles together, and it stank of rotten meat.

She felt it was her responsibility, but she also knew she couldn't fight them alone, but she needed help from others, she thought. She used her curse which was "cursed speech". She was able to make something happen with just a word. If she was to say die to anyone they would die instantly, but that depends on how strong the soul of the person was. She used her cursed speech to curse three swords, that can be used to kill anyone that was cursed, with a stab in the chest. She wanted to do more but she couldn't, the cursed energy was too heavy for her mortal body to behold. The three she did take a toll on her body and she lost her voice. She wasn't able to speak or talk again since that day.

"Hmm... I believe we are talking about a different captain then. To be honest with you, I am not the only one sailing with a ghostly ship in this vast water. There was this one before me with a far notorious reputation than mine. He who add an agreeable sense of macabre in any delirium; if I might add. But consider yourself blessed that ye never had dealings with him who collects the souls of sailors and binds them to service before his ship. Maybe you've heard of it?—the infamous Alec Romanov and his accursed ghost ship. The same terrible vessel whose very timbers are cut from the bodies and souls of doomed seamen." "I can assure you that the crew of this vessel was only guilty of one drea

I would argue that without the wind, the sea would have remained calm and the ships would not have crashed. In the end, it worked out that she prefers the treasures on the ships themselves, while I prefer the treasure of the ships masts or the parts of the ships that identify them. Some of my ships date back to the 1100’s and would be worth millions, if not billions of dollars, in the human world. Ishir walks to the wall where the pieces of my ships are iced in, like pictures hanging on the wall. “The White Ship?” Ishir says reverently, looking at the piece of the ship I found with the name still intact. He turns and looks at me stunned.

The air vibrates with thunder, each clap shaking the very water around me. I struggle to stay afloat, coughing and spluttering, trying to make sense of the nightmare unfolding before me. Another ship, claimed by the Cursed Gulf. Another sacrifice to the Sea of Storms, destined to rest at the bottom with countless others. The mast, now broken, drifts by against the tide.

“ It was the curse he got for betraying his fated mate.” I watch as the children shake in fear like I did the first time she told me the story of the forbidden Alpha. My Mom is a babysitter, and the children like hearing her very scary stories at noon before they get picked up by their parents. The little pups are asleep in the living room, while those from three years and above are circled in our very spacious porch. “She was his fated mate. People believed that she was banished from the pack for murdering her whole family.” Cassie chips in and I roll my eyes away, fighting back the urge to click my tongue. The story is old, false and getting boring.

I was an unusual child, I began speaking and walking flawlessly at only six months old, I had impeccable hearing also, of all my very special and strange abilities, I hated that one the most, because I’ve heard nothing but hurtful words. My eyes often randomly turns golden yellow and then goes back to normal, I grew up hearing parents tell their children to not have anything to do with me, I grew up hearing everyone say I was cursed and I brought bad luck to whoever gets involved with me. Ofcourse what would I have them think, even I knew that I wasn’t normal. I grew up watching family and friends desert my mother, leaving her with only me. The guilt plagued me. Her suffering was my fault. I