Cursed Wof Ships Novels & Stories

“Your majesty, my ships in the Floven sector picked up some news about an explosion of a ship near the Atlantic. The report was that the explosion took place three weeks ago, and I’m sorry to report to you that the pieces of wreckage that fell to the surface have been positively identified as werewolves.” Davos had only one ship in that sector and he stretched out a trembling hand to seize one of the pictures that had a small section of wreckage—a piece of hull that was still intact. The images had all been sent through secured channels, and while they were grainy, the numbers on the hull still showed up plainly. His heart sick, Davos recognized them as his son’s battle cruiser. He managed t

They knew they couldn’t fight the Dark Spades without the King as their Queen hadn’t come out of the kingdom since the day she was born. The ramp of the ship was thrown down as the atmosphere filled with screams when they saw werewolves stepping out from the ship. “Holy Crap.” Orester mumbled to himself as the myth was that they were different creatures but he never thought that they would be werewolves. That’s the reason they never let a human enter their area of sea because they smell their scent from afar.

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 wonder if it's from fatigue or simply from giving unsolicited opinions. “And I saw a white wolf shift under the blood moon.” Silence descends as they each have the same expression across their faces. Shock, horror clashing at once. Then like a dam breaking, the murmurs start “A white wolf?” “I have never seen one in my lifetime.” “At first, it was a blood moon, now a white wolf. Are we doomed?” Another elder murmurs, his eyes widening in horror. “Get a grip, Gaston. White wolf signifies blessings.” Rhea replies, her eyes still on me giving me a hard stare.

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.

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.

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.

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.