Moonflower Ship Novels & Stories

“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’.”

He turned his head to the front and signalled the Major about it. “—rune from the Water Kingdom,” the Major paused when he saw the sign from the Captain, and also turned his head to the thing flying over. “It seems that your carriage has arrived.” Everyone turned to see the thing and found out that it was a flying ship. In fact, it was a very familiar flying ship that has the same outer design and similar looking sails. “Isn’t that the ship that took us to the mausoleum?” Bara asked, feeling the familiarity.

the doctor reported. Moonflower... That’s a contraband item. How could it still be found in our pack? "Moonflower poison?" Lorenzo growled. "Is there anything you can do to save him?" The doctor shook his head dejectedly. "I'm afraid not. Moonflower poison is extremely deadly, and there’s no cure for it..." Lorenzo didn’t let the doctor finish his words before he landed a slap on my face. My brows furrowed and my mouth fell open as I stared at him, wondering what I had done to deserve that slap.

I was very tired when Fenris finally allowed me to sleep, not that I am complaining but because of that I was in deep sleep and maybe that's why I didn't hear Fenris leaving the bed. "Moonflower, it has a healing agent for werewolves but can be deadly to an evil wolf basically a creature who has indulged in any black magic. If she gets hold of it then Xavier might really become immortal," explains Nora, shaking her head frantically. "Moonflowers are only found in the garden of Luna Valentina of the Mystic Shadow. We need to protect that land," adds elder Raoul and then picks up his phone to call someone. "Anything else, child?" Nora asks looking at me and then Fenris. He shakes his head befo

"Currently docked at Berth 54." "That’s why the Queens apartment was empty," I realize. "Orlov was the distraction on the ground. The real command center is floating. They’re mobile. They hit, they move, they vanish into international waters." It’s brilliant. I hate them for it, but I respect the strategy. It’s clean. It keeps the assets off American soil where I have eyes everywhere. "Pull the manifest," I say. "I want to know who’s on that ship." "It’s a bulk carrier," Wong says, accessing the port authority database. "Crew of twenty-two. Mostly Russian nationals. Captain is a guy named Dymov."

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