Forsaken Ships Novels & Stories

—thousands of derelict ships, some made of iron, some of glass, all caught in a permanent, silent graveyard around the planet. "We aren't the first to escape," Mara said, her voice hollow as she stared at the monitors. "We're just the latest." The derelicts were a grim mirror of their own history. They saw ships that looked like the Sun-Forge’s spires, and ships that looked like the Great Engine’s older brothers. All of them were cold. All of them were empty. "The Siren didn't just let them go," Audrey realized, her eyes fixed on a massive, shattered vessel that bore a striking resemblance to the First King’s original bunker. "She hunted them. Look at the puncture marks. Those aren't from as

But, each and every attempt always ended in tragedy. Ships were sunk. Some were stranded on mysterious islands that were never to be seen. Most died as their ships were swallowed by the ocean. For us Immortals, the Perilous Seven was an absolute end for us. And for Benjamin to say something such as that was a daring and fooling feat, simply to obtain a woman’s heart. A woman who didn’t seem to care for him.

If Kai kills them all, there won’t be anyone left to question, we’re not even sure if they’re of the same kind – or human. It has been hundreds of years since another human has set foot on the Faroe Islands, their ancestors first landed in the Middle Realm before tribes and packs were formed, they had built a barrier used from the few materials and objects from their lost realm that still held ancestral powers, giving them the ability to create a barrier to shield the islands from human-eye. If it’s not humans…it can only be our kind. The forest falls eerily silent, all noise of fighting and struggle has gone as if it were never there – other than the foreboding sense in the air.

Instead, it welcomed me as prey. The deeper I went, the darker the water became — black silk folding over my body, layer by layer. I clawed my way upward, but the current curled around me with almost tender cruelty. Each stroke felt like swimming through honey, slow and useless. My lungs burned, my heartbeat roared in my ears, and the only light came from the silver moon rippling far, far above… smaller with every second. This was the Forbidden Sea. The sea that kept its dead. The sea that cradled the worst of the realm — fallen kings, unrepentant murderers, traitors whose names had been erased from every book. The ocean was their prison and their grave, its depths lined with the bones of th

Chapter 144 – The Forsaken Star’s Reckoning The forsaken star pulsed in the nexus’s starfield, its ashen light a cold specter, casting a pallor that bled despair into the abyss, each flicker a wound that unraveled the fragile threads of hope. Jessica’s hollowness was a raw chasm, her glow extinguished, her body trembling as her brother.

‘Sloane,’ Aisling whines. ‘No, Aisling. You know I’ve expected to always be alone. Maybe, after we’re Alphas, you can find someone to mate with in your wolf form. But that’s not the life for me, or us. We are forsaken. We are being punished, and punished women don’t get to live happily ever after. Our mother’s betrayal will end with us. I refuse to ever even consider having a daughter who may have to suffer the way we have.’

Rather than being respected, protected, and honored, I was abandoned to wander aimlessly; my body was moving, but my soul faded with each step. Every stride was painful and filled with regret, serving as a constant reminder that I had been banished and that nothing would ever be the same. My muscles screamed with each ragged breath, and my ribs ached, but I forced myself to move forward. I had no plan, no destination, and nothing mattered anymore. I wasn't walking to stay alive but to bury the emotions.

The thought echoed through every mind on the cliffside. ​I watched as the ocean claimed the first of the Southern ships. The pillar of water crashed down on the deck of Julian’s vessel, the sheer weight of it snapping the bone masts like dry twigs. The screams of the Southern sailors were lost in the roar of the surf. The siphons, overcharged with the poisoned light, exploded in bursts of jagged glass and red steam. ​“They are launching the skiffs!” Thorne shouted, his voice a guttural rasp. “They are coming to the shore!”

An Obsidian Claw scout didn’t only run into the courtyard, he practically hurled himself through the front gates, all sea-salt smeared over him and black ash clinging, like he’d been dragged straight out of a furnace. “Queen Elara!” the scout screamed, his finger shaking, his skin already torn and bloodied, he pointed toward the eastern cliffs above the ocean. “The sea… the sea has turned black! An armada of iron ships has shoved into the coastal waters! They don’t have sails, and they don’t cast shadows!”

The morning after Inquisitor Vane’s ultimatum, the Blackwater River looked like a graveyard of iron. Three massive Southern warships sat anchored in the center of the flow, their steam vents huffing rhythmic clouds of grey smoke into the pristine mountain air. They were "teeth" of a different kind—not bone and sinew, but coal and steel. ​Rhea stood on the battlements, her fingers tracing the rough stone of the manor. Beside her, Elias was a statue of suppressed fury. The grey-gold veins on his neck pulsed in time with the thrumming of the ships' engines.