Novelas y relatos de Ghost Ship Stories

"Good Lord! I have long heard of stories about you and your spectral ship. Thankfully, they are all but a hoax." "Is that so? Why? Do you mind telling me what are people saying about me back there in the land nowadays?" "All sort of horror one could possibly imagine." "They said the captain of the ship is one that would give you a hellish experience of a lifetime The embodiment of dread." "Hmm... I believe we are talking about a different captain then. To be honest with you, I am not the only one sailing with a ghostly ship in this vast water. There was this one before me with a far notorious reputation than mine. He who add an agreeable sense of macabre in any delirium; if I might add. But

scribes like Kael, who were becoming the gentle midwives of this new age. It was on the edge of a nebula, a nursery of young stars and younger civilizations, that we found the derelict. It was an Archivist vessel, a teardrop-shaped enforcer, but it was dead. Not just powered down, but empty. Its story had been scraped clean. There were no signs of battle, no energy residue. It was a ghost ship, floating in the silent black. A cold finger of dread traced my spine. "What could have done this?"

realm. Cassidy saw a light bulb appear above her head and she smiled and decided to simply wait. After two hours had passed and night had returned, the ghosts began to wake up. One by one, very slowly at first but there was no sign of Hookfang so Cassidy went around to ask. It turned out that Hookfang’s grave was deeper than most since his grave was a pirate ship in a small cove under the surface.

"I don't know. Is it an island?" As we were moving ahead, the dot was getting larger and larger. "What is that?" I was still not sure. As we got closer, it became clear that... "It is a ship," I said. It was a ship. It looked like a dot from a distance. It was a wooden ship just like us but was bigger. It had cannons around its sides and was swarming with... "Pirates," Someone said all of a sudden. It was Ghosavasu standing beside us. We got freaked out. Why did he have to sneak on us like that? But we had a bigger problem now. We were raided by pirates.

Now that he was done reading the murals, he explained everything that he had just learned to Master Ghost. “…I see. I do wonder, Mr. Crawford, if you find the supernatural giant ship in the murals to be suspicious as well… After all, scientifically speaking, there was no way such a massive, floating vehicle like that could exist back then. Even my master said that the ship was something out of this world back when he first saw it forty years ago,” said Master Ghost.

"My grandmother told me that a dinghy was washed ashore here many years ago carrying a man who turned out to be Dante's ancestor. No one knew where he came from, except that he could have been a survivor of a sunken ship. Eventually, he made his home on this island. Afterwards, the fishermen started seeing strange things on the island and they cautioned everyone to stay away." "What did they see?" asked Jon. "I'm not sure. It really depends on who is telling the story. Some would say they see an old man. Others, a giant black lizard. Still others say that it's just a shadow in the mist. They all have something in common though." The maid looked around her before bending lower to whisper in J

So I begin to wander the hall of this big boat. The hallway was lit. I saw captain Amellia's room. The light was on so I proceeded toward the door so I could be directed to the shower room. As soon as I approached the door I realized it wasn't a good time for me to be there. I heard a shreek. I peeked through the door slowly. I was certain she must have stubbed her tow and was masking a scream of pain. That was not the case. Amellia was on her bed undressed fully. Her bed was facing the door. Just the quick glance I took I could see her legs open completely. I took another peek to see if I wasn't seeing things wrong. I couldn't help but be curious. As I look I see she has the bed near her le

For a moment, I think I’ve finally got through to him, but knowing Ghost, it’s only a matter of time before he starts testing my patience again. “Calino crew wanted my help to take some docks from your family,” I begin, my tone even but edged with frustration. “They claim they didn’t know the shipment was ours, as it came through your docks.” Ghost nods, leaning forward slightly. “Right, and you said no?”

“Go ahead and read, Hunter.” He cleared his throat. “There was once a ship called The Ghastly Cutlass run by Captain Rowell ‘The Cruel’ Swale. He was ruthless and hard and the reason for this tale-” “God is it all going to rhyme?” Cedric groaned. “Shut up!” I snapped. “Continue Hunter.”

No excuses, now that the guns were owned, they were running around like dogs biting people, twining like snakes, and biting, as well as several people, being asphyxiated. In which simply exploding in the hands of the soldiers, when they took their hands along with them, the ships broke down as their engines stopped working. It was weird how the only things that worked were really just satellite TV channels. Tsuki went towards the other side of the Moon, when he used the help of spirits to infiltrate through the ship's air duct, when it was preparing to shoot towards Earth, but hitting the Moon in question. Despair took over the world, everyone was being persecuted, spirits went around haunti