Forsaken Ships Novels & Stories

Five ships had been taken down by the waves and over four hundred men had nothing left, except their lives. Finlay clenched his jaw when the sea god immediately disappeared and everything slowly adjusted back to normal, except for the ships that were lost. Ophelia went to him before he could go to her and they swam towards the nearest ships, before grabbing the ropes that were thrown out to them. "Our ship had the most food, men will have to starve for this," Finlay said quietly as he watched the sea looking calmer than it had been earlier as if no angry sea god was stirring up waves with his trident.

But as I topped a high ridge, I saw that I had much further to go then I’d anticipated. “Far in the distance I could see the haze of fog resting over the shipyard. White sails looked like tiny snowflakes so far away. Hovering high above the gray water. Their wooden bodies bobbing on the water like a child’s toys. The docks filled with milling people. Too many people. They were guarding those ships from me, without even knowing it. I’m going to have to find an abandoned one. Tomorrow. There was no way I could make it across that expanse of cities and over the river bridge and to the docks and get through all those sailors and marketers without ending up in someone’s dungeon or cabin.

Eight ships departed, and all eight sunk, he thought, looking towards the sea as the waves slammed against the wood of the boardwalk. Meanwhile, he was observing the crystalline water, all the bubbles began to form on the surface as if something was rising to the surface, and many dark shadows appeared. Athelstan sprawled his eyes and looked better. Suddenly something appeared that began to float on the surface, then another appeared, another and another until everything was covered. “For the four Deorghs!” he escaped.

"What has she done to you because We used to be friends..." "I'm not your friend" Adam shut her up immediately. "Laura is possessed, all Alphas are after her because she possessed what can be of a use to them. Her father killed our Deceased Alpha and now she is cursed!" She ranted, but it caught Adams attention. "What are you talking about?" Adam asked. "Tell me why you are checking those deceased paper first?" She replied, immediately. "I won't fall for that" Adam replied. "Then you have to promise me" She added.

Damon answered, and Talos scoffed. “Do you think I’m a fool? Red-furred wolves are extinct! They were erased from the face of the earth years ago!” “Yes! That is exactly what he thought too, until we saw her transform tonight.” Damon further explained. Talos creased his brows and looked at his children like they had gone crazy. “Father, please calm down and let us explain what happened. We need her in this kingdom. There are a lot of people trying to kill her out there.” Megan uttered, hoping her father would listen to them.

On the horizon, ships were approaching. They weren't the sleek, geometric destroyers of the Architect. They were ugly, rusted, and trailing black smoke. A flotilla of scavenged vessels. Fishing trawlers welded with armor plating. A container ship mounted with old artillery cannons. A cruise ship painted in camouflage dazzle patterns. "The Free Fleet," Silas identified them, peering through a pair of binoculars. "The remnants of the Atlantic Navy and the coastal survivors. They’ve been hiding in the fog banks for years." "Are they friendly?" I asked. "They're human," Mom said, checking the load in her pistol. "So... probably not." The lead ship a converted frigate named the Goliath sounded it

My tears had long since dried out and even Isa had not reared her head in a while. A few days in the wilderness quickly broke everything down. It was very simple now. I just had to get away. I had never been out of the packlands before so my navigation was horrible. And yet I needed to take just one more step. I fell again but this time there was to be no getting back up. “Do you still live?” A strange voice asked. I looked up, knowing that I was just hallucinating. A shadowy figure in an overflowing dark cloak stood over me. Even his face was completely concealed. He held a thick staff by his side and it was adorned with a giant gem.

This did not seem like a normal rogue attack, and this type was becoming more frequent. “Back up needed at the north border!” Micah, our pack Alpha, and my closest friend called to me over the developing battlefield that only hours ago had been our peaceful pack. The pack that we loved so much, now stood in all but ruins around us... unprepared, and unexpected... I feared for the safety of our pack members.

It wasn’t the smooth silver mirror described in stories, nor the playful tides painted on childhood murals. It was vast and hungry, its waves were blackened by storm-winds and haunted with the breath of ghosts. They reached the coastline in three days, riding under the banner of the Accord, but even that sacred emblem did little to calm the villagers that greeted them. “Stay off the eastern shoals,” a toothless old woman warned as they secured the boats. “That sea remembers the old ones. It remembers who bled into it.”

Utilizing the North’s intelligence network, Damian quickly pinpointed her in a remote town abroad. She was brought back to the Shadow Pack and faced judgment for deceit and betrayal. Ultimately, she was banished to the western wastelands, never to set foot back in the territory again. At the mating banquet, Damian took me to the terrace, our backs facing the dazzling night sky and serene snow peaks. “Fay, I’m not your fated mate, but I swear on my life to love you, protect you, and make you the happiest Luna under the stars.” Damian held me from behind, his voice husky but tender.