Moonflower Ship Novels & Stories

“Yeah. Right.” “Status?” Conner asked without looking away from me. Hayden straightened, slipping back into soldier mode. “Flare burned out. Boarders pulled off. We lost… we lost some crates.” He swallowed, glanced at Dom. “Not all.” Dom raked a hand through his hair. “Who the hell hits a moving ship like that? No pattern. No call sign. One minute they’re there, the next...” He shook his head. “Ghosts.” “Got a good look at ‘em?” Conner asked.

Archer smiled back like an amiable uncle, looking at this unsophisticated little mermaid -- 16 was actually an age of babies to mermaids. Joanna spoke up as sweetly as she sang, but the content she was talking about was very harsh, "Great-grandma asked me to tell you that we found a ship from the Full Moon Island driving into the Dark River Pack's territory. It's the first ship since we've been monitoring that Island." Archer clenched his jaw , "Anyone on the ship?" "All I saw was a young redheaded boy at the helm; no one else on deck." said like a innocent kid, the beautiful girl traced circles on his abs, gradually reaching his penis.

I could tell she was deeply concerned, but I couldn’t tell why. “Flynn should’ve been here by now, but reports came in about a strange ship arriving from the Moon-Lit Sea. So, he went there first,” Leila added. A strange ship from across the Moon-Lit Sea. From beyond Ozora. I remembered what Jack had said to Seb in the Crypt. Save your words for Augus. He’ll be arriving quite soon.” “Augus...” I whispered, barely believing in my own words. “What?” Leila asked, startled.

A warning. I grip the railing harder, heart pounding. The cargo ship looms ahead, massive and slow, vulnerable. And then—floodlights blaze from the starboard side. Another vessel emerges from the dark. Sleek, black, marked with a single insignia. The Vitale crest. I exhale, part relief, part dread. The new ship surges between the cargo and the attackers. Its guns roar, tearing into the speedboats with terrifying precision. Engines sputter, hulls splinter, screams cut through the air. Within minutes, the would-be raiders are retreating, limping into the night.

With the moonlight refracting into the sea, I noticed the hull of a ship floating nearby, from which a black object with two speakers dangled—which I immediately recognized to be a sonar. Since it must have been the thing that messed up my bearings, I prudently swam away from it and slowly surfaced. Poking half a head out of the surface to observe the ship, I realized in surprise that Mary was on the bow. She was dressed in a white kimono and playing the flute without a care, as if she was dwelling within her own world. The song of her flute unfurled over the sea’s surface in tune with the waves, a picturesque scene of Shangri-La that left me spacing out for a moment.

Just his eyes burning into mine. He was for a fourteen year old. I let him into my life, he held on the bumpy ride. I put up my first flower on the wall that day, next to a butterfly. It was a rose.

Mara swirled around. Between the rocks outside on the sea a larger ship appeared. Not big as a cruise ship. But big enough. A rusty cutter. Without lighting. Almost noisy. Only the rhythmic stamping of the engine came over. Noah became pale. Elias stepped backwards. And Emilia began to tremble. Mara looked at the ship. A name was painted on the side. In the weak light she could only read a word. Asteria. Then she suddenly understood something. Not slow.

“Today, Calliyah and I are excited to share with you our research on the Enchanted Moonflower, a flower steeped in mystery and legend.” “The Enchanted Moonflower,” Calliyah continued, “is a nocturnal bloom that only unfurls its petals under the soft glow of the full moon. Its ethereal beauty is enhanced by its shimmering silver petals, which seem to dance in the moonlight, casting a spell of enchantment on those who behold it.”

The ship was no longer a machine; it was a gargantuan, sleeping animal. ​“Mama, the ship is dreaming,” Liam said softly, his voice sounding hollow from exhaustion. He was pale, his gold light dim but steady, his eyes wide as he looked at a cluster of flowers that had sprouted from a secondary cooling vent. The blooms looked like spun glass, but they smelled like jasmine, crushed pine, and the specific scent of rain on hot pavement. “It doesn't want to be a weapon anymore. It wants to be a cradle.”

BOM~ The massive flower suddenly consumed the whole ship including all the people inside it till there was no air. Gradually, it compressed the ship little by little till the sound of the crack resounded inside. Bzuuum~ Then, the blooming flower submerged under the sea with the broken ships and the people in it. Alas, it ended that way.