Scarlet Widow Ship Novels & Stories

"Haven't you been paying attention in classes?" I wasn't even allowed to attend classes. After I got to the Redwood pack and was moved to the basement, I wasn't allowed to go to school with the other Pups. My silence seemed to answer his question. "Her name is Scarlet Locke. The first pure white witch ever seen in centuries. A prophecy was told that she would unite the Werewolves, Vampires and Witches together. But she died eighteen years," He said. My eyes widened. "During Bellum Mortis?"

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.

Seeing her mother being loaded into the ship Lena asked could she go and once her father said no, she began to scream, cry, and run toward her mother. Once Lena was restrained by Kariya, the ship flew away safely off to Karzam with Kariya’s new wife onboard. The ship was like a big freight liner with slots for the cages to go in and a steel gray floor. Azrella was briefed on job by a burly looking guard as the ship sped off.

If he weren’t Scarlett’s father and he weren’t making me even richer than I already was, I would have crossed him a long time ago. I stood with a drink in one hand, the other in my pocket, listening to one of the guys talk about the recent shipment issues. Severe weather had affected several cargo ships in the Atlantic, and then one of the passages had been blocked by a tanker issue. It caused all kinds of problems for all kinds of industries. But my eyes glanced past him to the woman who caught my eye.

The woman screamed. Phantom is passive, and he already knows where their relationship will proceed if they marry. "One!" Savannah tallied. Phantom is getting ready to cut. The boat capsized due to a faulty rope cut. "Two!" she exclaimed. The pirates on board the ship were in a frenzy, looking for their weapon. "Three! Cut it!" Savannah gave the command. They tie the cords together using rope. The boat sank into the water. It produced a lot of noise, but neither of them had time to rest.

I pointed at the two smaller ships behind the Great Carrack. Alongside the Great Carrack, I have also read about the two smaller-sized ships which served as escort ships to the royal ship. “Yes,” my mother replied. “Those are the Night Crawlers. You have heard stories of your father commanding these ships, today you shall see for yourself.” She grinned and walked down the bridge of Azalea. From where I stood, I watched my father speak to the men gathered on the shores of Azalea, something about the journey we’re about to embark. “Are you coming?” My mother called and grabbing my dress, I joined her as Randolph helped us on the Great Carrack.

“Four minutes left. Let us go.” Four whole minutes pass and the one lone scout upon the hill of the six-mile mark has been torn to shreds like a wild animal has ripped it apart from limb to limb. Its stomach is opened, seeping out of its origin. Its face is torn up so badly that she is unrecognizable. The trident that was once the foundation upon which she built a soldier’s life upon is broken in two. Catarina stands at the apex of this hill that overlooks most, if not all, the wildlands. Her mouth is covered in blood. The same liquid coats the neck and upper breast of her armor. Norvin is off to the side kneeling down and scoping the area before them. In the distance, far from their positio

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?”

Lucian’s POV Scarlett had torn us apart in ways I couldn’t have imagined. She had done the unthinkable—she poisoned the water supply of Redcape, using the same toxic mix she had been accused of using on us. Half the pack lay dead because of her, and all our efforts to clear her name were suddenly, tragically, for nothing. As I looked at her, bound and helpless before us, I felt a twisting in my chest—a mix of anger and sorrow so deep I could hardly breathe. How could she have done something so reckless, so cruel?

Even if they were hit by countless huge waves, they could guarantee their safety. Moreover, the speed of the Golden Dragon Ship could be regarded as the best. Therefore, Zephyr Khan and Widow Scorpion chose it without any hesitation. Soon, it was a painful thing to go with a beautiful woman. Widow Scorpion herself was very beautiful. Her beautiful eyes were burning, so beautiful that they could melt any man's heart. Even Zephyr Khan, who was used to seeing all kinds of beautiful women, couldn't stand her charming posture, let alone other men.