Prince Eric's Ship Novels & Stories

Beatrice perched on the sofa opposite, leaning forward in anticipation. “Me an’ Agnes dug deep an’ uncovered a sorry tale, make no mistake,” Maud said quietly. “The ship was called The Raven. A galleon that sank off the coast of Ashby-on-Sea in 1588. Captain was a fella by the name of Jackson Crane. A God-fearin’ man, like many around them times. Maybe that explains why folk did what they did, but havin’ a reason don’t make everythin’ ye do in life right.” Beatrice frowned. “What do you mean?”

"Do I need to show you that this old man is more than capable of knocking you down a few pegs?" Rolling my eyes, I turn away from the ridiculous back and forth that is beginning to take place before me and watch as the ship jerks to life and begins to move, carrying us toward where Fallon and the others wait. Letting out a sigh, I look over my shoulder once more to see that the big brute and Tyler are still going at it. "Are you not going to stop them?" I ask Elleric. "What if one ends up getting tossed out to sea?" "That won’t happen," Elleric assures me. "Plus, I actually would like to see who would win."

The royal event planner sent her a disapproving look before replying, "Prince Adrian and Princess Sydney Ivashkov." ***** Oh no! Adrian and Sydney's ship sank! Will they make it out of the ocean alive? Thanks for the follows, favs, and reviews! Feel free to tell me your thoughts on this chapter. Until next time...

Eric said to his brothers and their teasing seized. “Now?” his father asked. “Yes, father. Let us find somewhere quiet,” Eric nodded and led them to a nearby living room, away from the prying eyes and ears of the other guests. Once they were all seated, Eric pulled out his phone and sent the email he had typed out before in the afternoon. "The ship is getting raided by agent today. I have sent the documents they are looking for to your emails. Check it," Eric said. As his father and brothers read the email, their expressions grew increasingly serious, brows came together quickly as they absorbed the information he had sent. The tension in the round became as heavy as the gravity of the situ

Jason asked. I walked past him and reached the edge of the ship. “ it's him, I am sure of it. Caeser is on that ship.” I stated. Jason's eyes widened in disbelief, “The prince is there? Are you sure of this?” He asked, scanning the ship carefully. “We must go immediately, he his there!” I yelled. They sprang into action, setting sail for the two ships. We reached in no time, the people on the ship finally came to view.

It squishes between my toes and suddenly the vibe of the night has changed to more relaxed. A few more paces and we come up to the ocean. The waves roar in the silence of the night. The high tide rushes into land and I have to take several steps back to avoid getting wet. “It should be here any second,” Eric says looking out into the water. “What is?” I ask but then I see it. A large silhouette coming clearer and clearer as it comes closer. A large ship heading towards us. “That,” Eric says proudly as I stand in shock.

Vincent replied. The prince owned ten huge battle ships and a castle on the middle of the vast ocean that is in line route with his father’s pirate hive but very far distance from his castle. It would take three nights and days to arrive there. “Prepare my ship.” The prince commands. The slave acted to walk away from the prince’s room but then he realized something. “But if you are going to take the ship. You need dozens of slaves to help you sail the ship.” the slave said. “You’re right.” The prince stops from packing his things. “Okay then. Get prepare the ship, you’re coming with me.” He added losing his heavy breath.

They all looked around for some sort of signal in the air. Prince Eric, who was lost in thoughts, also felt the wave in his body. He frowned with worries. "Where is the distress coming from," whispered Eric. Eric looked up into the sky for any sign of signal. "What is it?" asked Samantha who was walking next to him. Feeling the death blow, he soon realized who the light bolt was targeted at. He can sense the person in trouble. Eric sped off to the Empress Dowager. Leaving behind a wailing Samantha behind.

It was covered all over with names and dates. “This is a carbon copy of the Indian shipping lines that took off from that harbor. I had to put down three thousand rupees before the woman behind the desk to get her reasonable. After the murder, I took on finding out the names of the ships that took off from that wharf after us. I found one ship, the Esmeraldar, which had left immediately after us. Nothing significant among those on her deck served my purpose. They were Indian natives, the late Prince, and some white fellows. I don’t know who, but it should be one of them.” “It shouldn’t,” said father, who had all along remained silent.

Outside Serene Palace, Lily saw something and suddenly grabbed Jane, losing her composure. "Your Majesty, it's the deposed crown prince!"