Katie Ghost Ship Novels & Stories

’ Titus said, as James Alfred rest his back on the chair, and closed his eye. Some years later, in the year 2000, some ocean searchers went in search of the gold box, which was thrown into the Meditarian sea, as it was written in story of, "The destruction of the Ghost pirates," after the death of James Alfred Simpson. The story of, "The Destruction of the Ghost pirates" was later re-written by Titus Wrights Simpson, years after the death of his grandfather.

He knew in an instant that it was Travis's ship. A three mass ship with dark sails. It was the complete opposite of The Morning Star. It was dark. Even the wood the ship was made out of was darker. It's dark sails had a white crescent moon with a small silver star that dangled off the end of the moon. It looked haunting as it sailed towards the open ocean. Ghostly against the dark sky. Gavin's throat felt like it was closing as he watched it.

Her companions whispered loudly. “Over here!” Katie whispered back. “Where were you? We thought someone hurt you!” Marielle demanded. “What in the world are you wearing?” Éclair asked, her hands akimbo. “A man… he gave it me,” Katie pulled at the blanket draped over her. “He told me to escape.” “Then escape we shall,” Ryle muttered. “Where to?” “The shore, I guess…” Katie looked over the cliff where the dark sea lapped loudly at the shores amidst the scattered screams in the distance. “It’s a long way down the hill. We don’t have to jump, do we?”

Her heart budded. "I am," the woman nodded. "My name is Vanzie. I ran out of my house to escape an earthquake days ago. I have no idea how I got here. Please, dear goddess, return me to my place. I don't want to die here! That grim reaper is after me to take my soul!" Jennet pulled her away from the crowd and went into an empty alley. "Please calm down, Miss Vanzie. You are not going to die. The reaper is not going to hurt you and-"

He no longer dared to move. Katie reached out, wanting to press Noah down, but he shoved her away. "What did you do to me?" Noah barked. Katie paused for a while before gently smiling. "I only gave you the punishment you deserve. After all, I almost died thanks to you." "You …" Noah's eyes reddened. He glared at Katie. "Are you a human or a ghost? How could you still be alive?" Katie smiled and asked in retort, "You were too ferocious in bed last night. Are you still unsure whether I'm a human or a ghost?"

A grey pick up truck halted metres away from a 10 foot tall rotten old gate. It had cobwebs and all kind of nasty stuff on it as it guarded a one storey tall house behind it. The house was a perfect example of a haunted house. It had cobwebs literally everywhere. The windows that were shut close. The roof. Everywhere! Five teenagers were seated inside the truck - three guys and two girls - who were there for one thing. Adventure. "Okay, guys. We're here." Mark, the guy in the driver seat turned and spoke to the rest sitting in the back seat.

"Belle, if the baby dies, it's only what you owe Alice. You killed her child once; now you can repay her." The words landed like a knife to my chest, but he wasn't done. "And let's be honest—you and I both know whether that child is even mine. I'll just pretend that baby never existed." His voice was glacial, the words cutting me so deeply I trembled. I tried to explain, my voice breaking as I struggled against the weight and my despair. "How could the child not be yours? I would never—" But I never finished. The rescue workers began their operation, and the boulder shifted. Before I could protest, the massive stone came crashing down, plunging me into utter darkness.

“Lady Ever—” “No names.” Becky lifted a hand without slowing. “Not mine. Not yours. Not tonight.” The man bowed his head. “As you wish.” “Is the ship ready?” “Aye.” He jerked his chin toward the vessel moored at the far end of the dock. It was a weather-beaten cargo ship, hull patched, sails rolled, the Eastwind insignia freshly painted over with a darker, unfamiliar crest. “False flag, false registry, false manifests. No one’ll track where she’s goin’.”

"Your future Luna needs you." Silas glanced at me, a complex look in his eyes. "Get some rest," he said, then left. The room was empty, except for me and the storm. I pulled the blankets around myself, letting the memories wash over me. Ten years ago, the explosion of silver bombs ripped the night apart. A blinding white light swallowed everything. My pack fell, screaming. That night, the Silver Moon pack was wiped out. I lay in the rubble, my eyes nearly blind, listening to the dying howls of my family.

"Even if I can't forget him, it's only because I can't forget how he abandoned me when I was at my lowest, most desperate point. If I don't make him pay with my own hands, I'll never have peace. "I brought you here because I thought he might be hiding out. I need to find him so he can do your surgery." Once Nicky was sure there was no love left in her heart for me, he relaxed. He pulled her into a tender embrace. "I'm sorry. I misunderstood." They left that dusty, forgotten place—but not before smashing our wedding photo to pieces and burning it. The flames consumed the picture, and it felt like they were consuming my soul along with it. Days passed. Adeline still hadn't heard from me.