Ghost Ship Stories Novels & Stories

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

Shaking my head, I said, “Trust me on this—we shouldn’t go there… That ship is dangerous.” “No way. Don’t be such a wuss now.” A fellow crew mate clapped me on the shoulder in reassurance, and gestured at our ship’s route. “That’s a point of entry to the radioactive spots around Hiroshima. It’s a route our new employers arranged for us, and we’ll go through that channel to reach the Forbidden Ocean… fine, that’s a cheesy name, but either way, that wreck is just lying at the mouth of the channel.” Miek put his hands together. “The gods might have arranged this good fortune for us. I have a feeling that we’ll all be rich after this, and won’t be drifting everywhere after this. As for me, I’ll

Tasha was devastated about the reality of her being a ghost. She thought she was dead, she had dreams. Even if she acted like a slut whose only interests were parties and getting boys hard for fun. She wanted to be a doctor, just to save lives. But everything was never gonna happen for her, and she thought everything had ended for her.

Their bodies were too decayed for a formal investigation. Mike and his friends were never found. Alyssa reported seeing a man and a woman on the boat but couldn't describe them. After seeing what was in the chest, the police didn't look that hard into it and wrote it off as a cold case. Tatum and I have traveled all over the world. I have seen so many things that I never dreamed of. The best thing of all has been my mate. He meant what he said when he told me I would never hurt again. He's made sure every day since that day on that boat has been filled with nothing but happiness.

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.

A strong hand clapped him on the back drawing his attention forward. “Look, see there!” Dean said, pointing to the Black sails coming around the corner. Gavin's first reaction was to grab a hold of Dean for touching him but paused. Gavin’s eyes spotted the ghost-like ship gliding across the ocean. It was still as haunting as the first time he laid eyes on it. It was a ship from nightmares but it was stunning. He spotted her golden hair as the ship drew near. The doom in his stomach fading slightly. The Evening Star pulled up alongside the Morning Star day and night at a stand still.

EZREAL’S POV It had been two full days since. Two days filled with nothing but numbers, calls, and problems that just wouldn’t stop coming. I barely had time to breathe, and even when I did, it felt like breathing only made me angrier. The last call ended with another headache. One of my cargo ships—gone. Sank in the middle of the damn ocean. The report said pirates attacked in the dead of night. A million-dollar shipment was lost, just like that.

"That wouldn't bode well...." "Have you ever heard of soul collectors? They'll reap ships much like this one. A whole mountain of souls then bring people here and kill them just as they killed the people on the ship. We better be extremely careful because ships like this is a whole hoard of lost souls." I teased, scaring him. He shivered and clung to me, wrapping his arms around one of mine and leaned his head against my shoulder, looking around. "Like Emile? Except employed?" He asked me, sounding nervous.

My jaw fell and I gasped, Maura made us cock our head to the side. “This is the pirate ship known as “The Black Ghost.” The story goes that it wrecked here in the 1730’s. It stayed buried in the sea until an earthquake brought it into this cove maybe a hundred years ago. Brought it to its final resting place. I know it sounds crazy but when I first fell upon this land … first stood in that house and saw the beach I fell in love. It was a crazy sense of purpose, like something called me here. I felt it in my bones.

They had spent the night scouting the northern coastal ridges, and the report they brought was not one of peace. "The ghost ships are real, Dad," Leo reported, his voice a deep and resonant rumble that made the obsidian beneath his paws vibrate. "They aren't made of wood or steel. They are massive shards of black ice: floating graveyards that move against the current. We counted three of them drifting toward our perimeter before we had to pull back.". "They are carrying the Void Howl into the water," Toby added, his kinetic energy nearly breaking the sound barrier as he paced the pier. "The resonance near the shore is already starting to turn grey. It feels like the ocean is trying to hold i