Moonwater Ship Novels & Stories

Fernández moved as quickly as he could to catch up and was so focused on the pumping of his legs that he nearly slammed into the Golem when the bigger man stopped dead in his tracks. “Holy Mary, Mother of God,” said the Golem. Fernández poked his head out from behind Charley. On the unnamed waterway of the Mississippi that ran behind the U-Store-It! complex sat a dilapidated, burnt husk of a paddle wheeler. Through the soot, they could make out one word on the side of the ship. Sultana. The Civil War ghouls boarded the vessel via a series of wooden planks, and a large man, naked from the waist up, waved a mock greeting at the ex-Rangers.

They vanished away from the main hall. Sugar Aquarius also did the same thing, but with a slight difference. This time, he emitted his sky blue light; his sky blue light changed to water with the strong current. The water started to cover the rest of Randy Noah’s soldiers from West Medicine Land. All of them were directly swept away, out of the main hall.

About ten days later, news came that our storm-damaged house had been partially repaired. This brought immense joy to us. We woke up early, planning to catch the earliest ride back. We walked along the street towards the bus station when a silver Mercedes pulled over at the roadside. The car was filled with the scent of cedar. The window rolled down to reveal Norton's handsome face. "Are you headed back to the Nightwalker Tribe? I'm going that way and can give you a lift," he said, taking off his sunglasses.

Mango couldn't see her face clearly. She wanted to ask what kind of boat it was and where it was going, but she couldn't say anything. Her throat was probably hoarse. Mango struggled to get up, but she was directly suppressed by the woman next to her. "Don't move! This is a smuggling ship. We have all been sold. If you show any signs of escape, they will throw you directly into the sea. In this vast sea, you will only be eaten by sharks when you fall down. I know that you may not be willing to be sold abroad, but which one of us is willing? It's better to live miserably than to die. As long as you are alive, there is always hope. Listen to me, survive first."

He just pulled back, and another hand took its place. "We're overrun," Vance said, checking his magazine. "Two rounds left." "Use the flare gun," I said, handing him my launcher. "Against a mob?" "Against the spores," I said. "Fire keeps them back." Suddenly, the ship lurched. It wasn't the kelp pulling us down. It was a vibration. A hum that started deep in the keel and rattled the teeth in my skull. The light outside changed. The moonlight on the water vanished.

They were armed with makeshift harpoons and industrial cutting torches, their faces smeared with the grey ash of the mainland as a sign of defiance. ​Hestia’s successor, a hardened woman named Mara, stepped out of the shadows. "They’ve cut the water, Kael. The Bloom-Kin claim the condensers are part of the 'Living Ship' now. They say we’re 'dead weight' on a vessel that needs to fly." ​"Fly?" Kael looked up at the groaning ceiling of the Weaver. "This ship hasn't moved in eighty years. It’s rooted into the mountain."

Large boats floated quietly on the dark water. No one else was there. The only sound was the water hitting the dock. All the cars stopped, and the men jumped out. The Moonclaw fighters checked their guns and bags. Darius's men did the same. Lisa got out slowly. Her legs felt weak. She stood by the car, watching. The sea looked black and scary. A cold wind blew her hair. Jake walked to the edge of the dock. He pointed at a big white ship. It was long, with lights on.

The destroyer 'The Steadfast' broke away from its patrol and closed rapidly on our position, its massive hull cutting through the waves. "They are preparing to launch a drone," Lyra cried, her eyes wide. "It's equipped with a containment shield they want to take us alive." I had no choice. I had to use elemental force to disable the vessel, but I couldn't risk revealing Silvermoon's involvement. I needed a sudden, deniable accident.

"Well, brace yourself because there's trouble… lots of it. First of all, the food and spices, including those fighting resources made specially for Ferals and Moonstones coming through the werewolf trade routes, have been seized." I stiffened. "What?" The moonstones were essential for our rituals, healing practices, and reinforcing weapons. They were a crucial part of trade and power distribution in our world. If our supply chain were cut off, it would cripple us in more ways than one, and the White Mountain region has been trading with werewolf territories for generations. They were transported through waterways and roads that crossed multiple werewolf communities. "The shipment. Every sing

the female pirate yelled as she yawned. “Aye aye, Captain Morana! Just don’t have practice handling werewolf rogues. We usually catch lycan ones from the shore. Werewolves are… meh! Weaker!” I grunted as the air tied itself tighter around me. Now even I was starting to believe that I had some affinity for the trouble because it never, for once, seems to lose its way to me. Hoot-hoo! A deep sound resonated in the sky. I lifted my head to see Snow White hovering over the ship. My eyes widened.