Mha Cursed Ships Novels & Stories

My fingers brushed a single, sharp shard of the silver glass. "Seraphina, stop!" I shouted. "The pack is free! You’ve already lost!" The Corrupted Wolf didn't listen. It crouched, its muscles coiling for a lethal jump. The air around it turned cold, the violet corruption leaching the life out of the very stones. The Deep Suspense Caleb was struggling to get up, his ribs clearly broken, his wolf snarling in frustration as the corruption in the air slowed his healing. "Elara! RUN!"

"You love to be feared, Vergil? You shall be feared by all. You think you need no one? You shall have no one." She stepped closer, her silver boots stopping inches from my trembling hands. "From this night forward, you are cursed," she decreed. "You will not age. You will not die. You will watch your empire crumble into dust, and the centuries will wash your name away until you are nothing but a ghost story. You will possess absolute power, but it will bring you no joy. You shall have beautiful women lusting for you but unable to touch you. you will have sire no heirs because you will never be able to touch a women ever again."

POV EMMA BELLE The harbor was a graveyard of broken dreams and twisted metal. Malakai hadn't just brought ships; he had brought an industrial nightmare. From the bowels of the Dreadnought, a new horror had been unleashed: the Iron-Hollows. They were humanoid machines of brass and riveted steel, but they didn't run on coal. Their chest cavities glowed with a sickly, captive violet light—the siphoned essences of shifters who had been captured in the Western Isles.

He walked out of the cabin and was about to take over the task of steering the boat from Eira when water lapping sounds started coming from nearby at that moment. “Swoosh!” The seawater’s sounds were strange. Ambrose subconsciously looked to the sea. He was instantly stunned as what he saw made him shudder and gasped! Uh…uh… At that moment, Ambrose’s jaw dropped as he thought he was hallucinating. He then rubbed his eyes with a face full of shock! He saw thousands of sailing ships majestically sailing nearby on the sea. It was indeed more than a thousand of them! Those sailing ships were flying a black flag with a white shark embroidered on it. The contrast of the black and white was jarring

I shouted into the glare, I had spotted up to five tiny ships coming towards us with immense speed. They all had black flags on them, designed with human skull as a warning. “Pirates, oh silly human pirates messing around.” “Oh how very great,” Tasha muttered to herself, she threw her orange peels into the water. “Just as I was about to get comfortable and have a good nap.”

"Of course, sir. I will do my best to keep you informed at all times. I understand the importance of this task and I will do everything in my power to fulfill it." Narok seemed satisfied by her reply. "Good. That is all for now. You are free to attend to your duties." "Look at this, Quill," Kira said, holding out a page on her journal open for me to see. "Crimson Tide, the ship Mia and Ava are sailing in. It is very hard to track as the werewolves of the Shadow Clan work much faster than humans and some werewolves. But here's the curious thing : we've had reports of sightings on the northern port twice this month. What do you think that means?"

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 saw Husks. Dozens of "Mirror-Chrome" vessels, identical to the Overseer ship that had nearly burned the world, began to drift into Earth’s atmosphere. But these ships were scarred. Their iridescent hulls were dull, pitted with "Data-Cysts," and trailing long plumes of entropic gray smoke. The Taxonomy of the Fallen "They aren't attacking," Lucian observed, standing on the observation deck of the Cotopaxi Anchor. "They're... venting. Look at the heat signatures. They’re running on emergency reserves."

I ran into Valen on my way down. "Miss Nash," he bowed his head to me, mocking me as you would bow to an Alpha. "Mr. Douche," I bowed back. "Hey, Bennet and Martel aren't back yet, are they?" He stopped half-turning to hear my answer. "I don't know. I haven't seen them." That means they haven't checked in yet, either. That can't be good. I skipped stopping at the kitchen and went to the library. I opened the open case files for Matice and Oliver. They were going after Donald Montenegro. He was a big arms dealer both in human and supernatural weapons. He was not an easy target. How were they sent alone for that? I printed the last known office address for his shell corporation and headed to D

What pack was ever prepared for a takeover by the Cursed Alpha Prince? In the last hundred years, he’d laid claim to close to fifty packs. His army grew, with the members of his pack who were cursed alongside him conquering as he did. Eat your food or Prince Valens will come for you. Even children learnt to fear him at an early age – The Prince who would destroy the world to break his curse. “The warriors in the south borders have fled.” The people outside continued to discuss. “The encroachers are gaining fast on us. No, Silas, we are not prepared.”