Ghost Ship Stories Novels & Stories

“The best we can do now is assume that this cousin was among one of the gang hideouts we hit lately.” “Talking about hits..” Dean chirped in. “There's this shipment coming in, we got the Intel only last night about a huge shipment coming in today at the docks for the ghost, and before you arrived, we were contemplating bursting it.” “It'll sure as hell hurt the ghost.” Kennedy nodded. “Something as huge as that is bound to really piss him off.” “What exactly is this shipment?” I asked with narrowed eyes. I wasn't liking the sound of this already. “We don't know yet, but we believe it's something massive,” Dean replied with his eyes already twinkling with excitement…

It was found that it can float in the air without making any sound. The Oval magnetic ship is inspired by those UFO's in year 2020's according to the old inventors known all over the world. It will be remembered that before the year 30hundred, the last world war against Astorians or they so called Aliens happened. "Attention everyone! Each team can board their respective ships! We have to hurry! Our temporary headquarters is ready and those already there are waiting for us." Everyone looked up when the Vice-Chairman of the American Monsters department spoke.

"I don't know about mermaids, but there are certainly sea spirits. But the main issue is what to do with you since you're stuck here. Maybe Thomas told you that in the old days, I'd have killed you without a second thought, but I've seen enough of that. All I can think of is you stay and pull your weight; the ship may practically run itself, but things still need doing." Lloyd wasn't satisfied. It was more out of stubbornness now that he refused to believe that the legends had been true all these years. "Prove it, prove to me that you are Nathaniel Hemlock, and this is a ghost ship," he demanded, crossing his arms and resting against the wall. His leg began to hurt again after standing for s

A little panic about what or who had ripped their throats would be good for the town, as long as we were out to sea by the time they were discovered. As expected, the trip itself was a boring one, trying even our vampire patience. Confined to a ship less than seventy meters long and crowded with crew and passengers, there was little to entertain us as the days and nights dragged by. By day, we remained below decks, except when cloud cover hid the sun, which was not often for my tastes. The nights were better. Together, we roamed the deck, exchanging coarse jokes and lurid tales with the night crew, who quickly came to expect our presence and seemed to relish the stories we told of the variou

Instead, it had stabilized, a permanent, jagged scar over Cresendo. “You are a crack in the dam,” she said, her voice grave. “And the ocean on the other side has taken notice.” As she spoke, something moved within the tear. Not a chaotic energy, but a shape. A vast, silent, and impossibly ancient ship, its hull made of woven shadows and dying stars, began to slowly, deliberately, pass through the opening into our sky. It was not of this world. It was not of any world we knew. The spirit of the world looked from the descending ship to us, her final words a whisper of impending doom.

It wasn't the Holy Syndicate. From the fog emerged a fleet of "Ghost Ships"—commercial freighters, private yachts, and even fishing trawlers, all manned by people who had been "Decommissioned" by the Syndicate’s global seizure. They were the waitresses from Singapore, the coders from Geneva, and the soldiers from New York who had refused to go back to their "Stations." The lead ship, a battered Northwood icebreaker, pulled alongside the black sand. A woman stepped onto the deck—Mina, her eyes tired but free of the neon-green glow. Beside her stood a thousand others, their faces grim and determined.

At port one night, heard of the ghost ship along with some other things. Captain Shane Reynolds once was the most feared pirate on the seven seas and most days, he still was. However, there was another pirate whose name was more feared than his own and he vowed to hunt him down. Problem was, no one has ever lived to tell the tale of Captain Reddick of the White Wolf. A few letters had been found telling of a deserted ship. The only life on board is a woman chained and blindfolded in the captain’s cabin. The girl is always rescued, but the ship was now notorious for being a ghost ship. Shane scoffed at this, he didn’t believe in the supernatural. He just figured it was an ugly and disfigured

Lissa: “ My God... Alexandra: “ This ship was the same as the ship that Igor and Kataleya ventured on, according to legends. Lissa said nothing. Alexandra: “ And that's why I'm here! To find out what my grandmother couldn't! I think this ship should not be used anymore! They do everything, rehabilitate the ship, change this and that, but every hundred years the same thing happens, a couple disappears! A couple doesn't come home! Lissa: “ Do you think this ship is cursed? Alexandra: “ I don't know if it's true, but according to my grandmother, she told me that this couple who didn't return home were possessed! It was Kataleya and Igor in soul. And a hundred years ago the ship was late and los