Cursed Wof Ships Novels & Stories

Alfie stepped forward and said seriously, "We had a conflict with a few people from the neighboring cabin before boarding the ship. They've been causing trouble for us these past few days. We’d like you to help us deal with them. We're willing to share some of the profits from the spirit crystals with you." Adrian sat up and asked, "How long has it been since we set sail?" "Three days," Alfie replied. "This ship is headed for Central Island, right?" Obscura consisted of three large islands. Besides Northsea Island in the north, there was the Central Island in the center and South Island in the south. Adrian had previously landed and conquered two cities in the South Island area. In the past

We hear the roar of Thypon in the distance. ‘We must all go, now! ‘Towards the ships!’ Damon shouts. We shift into our wolves, and the little orcs and sprites are placed onto our backs. We race along the shoreline until we reach the docks where the ships are anchored. I look at Magnus as we see they have been destroyed. We shift back and cautiously approach. I notice a lot of movement in the water beyond the destroyed ships. ‘There’s something in the water,’ I say, pointing at the ripples.

I could see it was equipped with heavy weaponry and its three masts had deep red sails. The crew consisted of nine men and three women, which included the captain of the ship. I didn’t recognise any of the ones I could see from Westerfell, they all looked as threatening and hostile as the ship itself. From their tanned skin, tattoos, and sharp eyes, I doubted any of these werewolves were from our pack. I would ask Theon about their origin when I had the chance.

Jidana, Kariya and Ophilius packed themselves into Ophilius’s sky ship. Ophilius had to use to metal poles as crutches as he struggled to enter the ship. Jidana and Kariya helped him into the ship and they were ready to set sail and on their way to the Petragram mansion. Ophilius’ s ship was big and red with two large masts each carrying 10 flags. There are two compartments on the sides that house cannons and a compartment inside the ship to store weapons. The ship is powered by wind Furiyu and the wind of the sky.

All the scars I had were now gone and I felt a surge of energy within me, One that I haven't felt before. "Katara" Nimue's voice rang in my subconscious. The same name I was called by pack mother. It is known that a combination of a werewolf and a vampire is an abomination. All these years, I thought I was cursed because I my wolf seemed to have deserted me but now it’s even worse. I thought of how Mother met him, my biological father, of why he never showed up. Or if he knew I existed. Gradually I felt myself slipping so I chose to shake the thoughts away before it transformed into an episode.

“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...

This was too much for me to bear. It wasn't just the pain of betrayal, it was the pain of the fact that I now have to choose between staying alive or losing everyone in Lúa Infinita. Blood wolves are cursed shifters that bring death and destruction to those around them. A stigmatised were-creature whose curse can only be triggered by their mates. The curse is a devouring spirit that eats the souls of the ones around the cursed and quenches its taste with their blood. It was a barbaric curse that once triggered, will not end except the cursed is killed or the mate of the cursed dies after the others and everything they both hold dear is destroyed. Hendrix, this pack, his family and even Scarl

By the time they broke through the tree line, the town was burning in full. Fire ran through the streets. People scattered in every direction mothers dragging children, men wielding broken tools as weapons. And in the chaos moved the rogues, wild and twisted wolves whose minds had long since rotted. Alaric was off his horse before it stopped. His boots struck the ground hard. The curse in his blood stirred, coiling deep beneath his skin. His claws slid out, dark and sharp as obsidian. The air around him shifted, thickening with power. He didn’t wait quickly He moved cutting down as many as he could quickly and swiftly.

The elf held up her hand and stopped her new servant from approaching. Xander banged on the table angrily at the question. "I chased them alright. Those, those fugitives!" The pirate had been searching for a stronger word, so he added a myriad of curses onto the end before continuing. "They stole my ship and crashed it in the Great River. Then three more of my ships were wrecked into the first." Cafer tapped his chin with his finger. "How did they manage such a thing? Did you not use your pearl?"

Their eyes turned towards the Alpha. They couldn't believe a living creature could survive an explosion that could kill hundreds of humans. The parting waves started to rush forward. The crater that was made after the explosion started to get filled up by the salt water. They turned to look at the silhouette of the man standing in the center, but he was gone. Until... BLAAAAAAAAAAST! Gang Fulgens widened his eyes, seeing how the warship in the very front of his fleet suddenly split in two. Then, a giant white wolf with a red jeweled necklace appeared from out of nowhere in the sinking ship.