Novel & Cerita Scarlet Widow Ship

The nuptial chain was hooked around her neck and the tears fell. Then he was handed the vermilion. Instantly her eyes teared up as she blocked them in her eyelids. But they flowed free when he filled her hair partition with vermilion as she closed her eyes in repent of her fate. As soon as he filled the vermilion on her partition he was about to sit when suddenly a shot was heard making her eyes snap open as a huge uproar of scream were heard and the scattered crimson blood came into her vision as some fell on her as well. Her eyes widen at the scene and with dread filling in her heart, she looked up to her side only to see her husband spitting out blood from his mouth as his hand covered th

“This is our chance. Once we take Vincent down, the families aligned with him will scatter.” Sebastian nodded, his eyes scanning the map highlighting the shipment dock at Pier 47. “The shipment comes in tomorrow at 2 a.m. The containers are marked under our old shell company, which means if it’s intercepted, the news will break everywhere. It’ll expose Vincent, but it’ll destroy the Carlyle name along with it.” Scarlett’s throat tightened. “Are you ready for that?” He paused, the silence heavy between them, before turning to her with unflinching resolve. “I’d rather burn down the Carlyle empire than let it keep destroying lives.”

Quill's POV “The Shadow Clan has taken your girls in their ship,” Narok started. “And that ship that is called the Crimson Tide. It rarely stays in port for more than two days before disappearing into the sea once more.” “This means that we need to act fast if we are going to have any hope of catching up with the ship,” I told Alpha Robert. I listened carefully to Narok's words, making sure to commit them to memory. “Finally! We have something to work with,” Sir said as we kept listening to Narok.

"Elara, if your friends aren't here..." "They’re here," she whispered, looking at a small, pulsing light on her own modified watch. "Drop the anchor. Kill the lights. We have to go completely cold." They sat in the pitch-black silence of the North Atlantic. The only sound was the water slapping against the hull and the heavy, terrified breathing of the four of them. Suddenly, a massive shape rose from the depths—not a submarine, but a gargantuan, rust-stained hull of a ship that seemed to materialize out of the fog. It had no lights, no flags. It was a ghost ship of the modern age.

Again Godric almost separated from the contents of his stomach. Godric got out grumbling, while Louis, again, had the fun of his life. Godric made up his mind that if he got into a car again, he would do so without Louis. Many ships arrived at the port. Louis wondered about the size of the ships, but also about their style. He only knew simpler ships. “In the dark. These are magnificent sea cradles. They don't even look like the ships of the underworld. ”Godric looked at the wondering demon. "Ships of the underworld?" Godric wondered whether there were sea voyages there too, or seas and lakes at all. Godric looked at his ticket, then looked for the ship that went with it. This was found quic

The scarlet feathers on her head began to wilt and turn grey. "Filth!" she spat. "You poison the harvest!" The connection snapped. Ronan gasped, his lungs filling with air as his eyes cleared. He slumped forward, his forehead hitting the salt. The Widow vanished. She didn't run. She simply dissolved into a cloud of red feathers that the wind caught and carried toward the northern peaks. The fire on the ridge began to die down, the orange glow fading into a dull grey. But the valley was still a wasteland of salt.