Moor Ship Novels & Stories

Doreon The port of the city where they had arrived, after days of walking, was full of ships departing and even offshore. Doreon looked at the surface of the open sea and all he could see were hundreds and hundreds of ships of different sizes. Some were gigantic, capable of carrying hundreds of people, others had compartments to transport animals. The sails were colorful. Some were green, like the banners of Haefest, others were gold, like the banners of Aeris, still others blue like those of Locrand and in the distance Doreon could also see some white and gray sails like Devian's sigil of arms.

The Lazarus. It swayed gently on the black waters, an eerie lull to its massive body. It was an old cargo ship, at least two stories high, but there was nothing welcoming about its form. Its once-white paint was now streaked in rust and what looked like dried blood. Symbols marked its hull in ash and red paint—some Emma recognized from old spellbooks, others made her blood run cold with instinctive fear. Chains thicker than a man’s torso moored it to the broken dock. The metal creaked with each gentle pull of the tide, a sound that echoed like a scream across the empty harbor.

I never thought something like this would happen on the Tarragon main ship. It’s huge—like a fortress that would be nearly impossible to breach. But I was wrong, because we were ambushed and invaded by the Mollukai—the same ones who abducted me back on Pollux. There’s only one explanation: someone on the inside is helping them.

A high-pitched shout tore through the morose atmosphere, startling Mel, "Coast!" Mel stepped away from Harriett's embrace and watched as the Orion ship loomed nearer, almost twice the size of her father's largest ships. She stood, transfixed as she watched the decorated carvings along the hull of the ship, snaking around the ship's base to form a clan symbol she was unfamiliar with. The vessel finally docked at the harbour and Mel tightened her coat around her, warding off the cold wind that brought a renewed anxiety with the ship's arrival. A long bridge stretched out from the side and two large figures made their way down to them, garbed in luxurious fur clothing.

The New Mooring The chapter concluded with the sound of wood groaning against a heavy tide. I opened my eyes to the deck of a real ship. The timbers beneath my feet were thick, dark cedar, sticky with fresh tar and smelling of brine. Above us, the sails were three massive sheets of glowing, jagged light that cast a sharp, bronze pattern across the faces of the survivors who were sprawled across the hatchways, gasping for air but entirely whole. Mia was standing at the bow, her small hand pointing toward the shore.

That morning, Yin Mimi Bay – which had looked calm and deserted a few days earlier, had now become crowded and noisy. The commotion at Yin Mimi Bay was triggered by Mao Mingzao's decision to get Louchuan out of his cage. Louchuan was a Caihong naval ship that served as a floating fortress and was usually the main ship in a war fleet.

“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’.”

"I can almost see your brain twisting within your skull. Let us go out on the water and talk." I untied the boat and waited for him to settle before I started the engine. He held up his hand when we were halfway between the island and shore. I cut the engine. The nightlife had unique sounds so different from the mountains of Arizona. "You surprised me," The Moor said in a low tone. He always had a way of throwing me off balance. "How so?" "You didn't kill the males. I told you to, gave you leave to play in their blood, but you summoned me, therefore allowing them to live."

with his bloodied arm, testament to a wolf sharpshooter who had almost ended him before a cannon shot from Grey Thunder had blown him into the water. "High Marshall, reports from the ships: 6 ships sunk, 4 ships currently taking in water with the crews engaged in heavy fighting with the werewolf borders so repairs are totally out of question, 5 other ships are currently battling it out with the Werekult boats; we've been able to sink 5 of theirs so far with 2 of their ships critically damaged,

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.