Moor Ship Novels & Stories

Smoke roared into the sky. In just one wave of attacks, the entire ship was battered beyond recognition. However, its keel had not broken, and the overall structure was still intact—it had not yet begun to sink. Not enough? He would unleash another wave. He would smash it until it sank to the bottom of the sea. But before Ray could act again, a horn suddenly blared from the ship. Black smoke poured from its smokestacks—it was actually starting up. What the hell?! Even Ray was stunned. A ghost ship?

Not stone anymore but a massive wall of frozen gray wolves. "Welcome to the cycle, Princess " the Regent screamed through the roaring of the wind. Through the iron hull beneath her heels, a final catastrophic CLACK echoed from the ship's boilers and from the dark water beneath the bow, a third hand, made of solid white porcelain, broke through the ink-waves to catch the ship's keel-plate.

He was feeling the freezing ocean flood the wound. But Torin did not scream. He shoved the pain down into the bedrock. The grid remained silent. Down in the bay, a massive shadow detached itself from the side of the human galleon. It was the heavy supply barge, filled with the timber and iron they needed to finish their beachhead. Zane’s team had severed the thick mooring ropes. Without the ropes, the barge was caught in the brutal outgoing tide. It began to drift rapidly away from the ship, toward the jagged, open reefs of the deep ocean.

Every single explosion that shook the island seemed to echo that truth louder in my mind, and I tightened my hold on her because the possibility of losing my sister had always been the one terror I never knew how to conquer. “One of our men reached the eastern shore,” Elliott reported from across the room, drawing my attention away from Russiana. His face, usually painted with easy humor, had hardened into something grim and sharp. “Three OTO Melara warships anchored near the port. Gau Clan insignia confirmed. The bombardment is coming from them.” I lifted my eyes to Reign.

At that very moment the Moretti cargo ship exploded. Sara stood on the lifeboat, hugging her shivering frame. In the distance, the blaze from the explosion clawed at the night sky, casting dancing orange shadows across the dark water. The sight mirrored the nightmare of her past.

[ELARA] The massive ship looms in front of me—moored and waiting, its hull painted in proud Qaivenien green and gold. The sails are furled, but even still, the vessel feels alive, like a breathing giant, waiting to carry us into whatever truth lies across the sea. I’ve never set foot on one before.

During one of their first few nights in the vast open water, Nero saw, or imagined he saw, a vessel standing for them under a press of sail, as though it would run them down. Luna in particular affirmed that it was the ship that once sank due to a storm, and that it must certainly be it, or at least it was its the apparition. According from what she heard, there was once a ship that was lost off the {Cape of Good Hope, change the name}, and every soul on board perished. Wasting no time, the cats approached their masters to report this sighting. As they ran as fast as their four stubby legs could take them, they cried to their fellow members.

Molly even found herself screaming once she realized what was brewing outside. A massive maelstrom had formed in the sea, and the ship was heading straight for it! Close up, it looked exactly like a large mouth, devouring everything that crossed its path. Though the captain was clearly trying to steer the ship away from the menacing whirlpool, the liner simply couldn’t win against the strong forces of the maelstrom. “Return to the cabins immediately!” shouted the professor just as a loud crash could be heard.

I felt our ship begin to capsize as I gripped onto the boat with every bit of strength I possessed, and I knew this was it. Smoke swirled around us, making it difficult to see in the already dimming light, but right as I went to close my eyes for the final time, the image of two massive reptilian shifters caught my attention. A glint of red was the last thing I registered before the ship went down. Icy water drenched us from head to toe, chilling me down to the bone within seconds, and I heard Mari sputtering as she took in mouthfuls of briny water.

Even though he was hurt, he remained in a deadlock with them and didn’t seem to have any intention of attacking. The large waves crashing against the boat had halted, and the fog had also dissipated. It was then that the actual appearance of the ship that we had initially thought was in distress was revealed. This ship had a unique appearance. Tattered strips of cloth hung from the boat, and worn plates of metal plastered its structure. The small ship looked like it could not withstand another storm. However, on the third floor of the ship was a cannon. Several dozens of pirates were standing on its deck with rifles in their hands. The amount of firepower and manpower they had was overwhelmi