Scary Ship Novels & Stories

I sprang to my feet in shock, my mind blurring from a hunch. My god! The entire ship was covered in corrupted Yiki, every inch of it going berserk in its search for human hosts. And every human on the ship was their target.

The steel hull buckled outward, fire blooming from the engine room. The white wolf reached the deck. He didn't bite. He didn't claw. He just stood there. Every light on the ship turned violet. Every electronic lock snapped open. Every weapon system turned inward, aiming at the decks below. "Help them," I managed to choke out. "Help who?" Dante looked at me. "The people who came to hang us? Or the monster you spent a year tucking into bed?" The ship began to tilt. Screams drifted across the water, cut short by the roar of fire and the sound of rending metal.

The three girls on the ship felt the same thing, their bodies cold with natural fear from the tremors coming from beneath the desert. "What is that? Why does it scare me so much?" thought Hua Meili, who did not know the source of the pressure. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by something that was suddenly approaching their ship. The ship looked luxurious, and Hua Meili realized that it belonged to the largest trading pavilion in her world. If she was not mistaken, it was likely a passenger ship that carried passengers from the city west of the desert to the east or south. But why would they have to pass through this place? This confused Hua Meili because it was clear that passenger or

"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.

They turned around and looked at Soheila and Theodore, wondering what ship was destroyed. “Huh? Are you talking about the ship that we used? It was destroyed?” Sirene confusedly asked. The ship that they used was the only one that she had seen so far and it is huge. So, she knew it will be hard to be destroyed in just a few hours. All of them stopped walking and waited for Soheila to answer. Soheila had already calmed down from shock. She clicked her tongue and at the same time, she snapped her fingers.

Marina then looked in the same direction and she also saw the silhouette on the water, making her confused. “Are they lost?” Marina asked, but Charlotte stayed silent. The pirate girl squinted her eyes trying to focus on the silhouette’s details, and after a few seconds she could identify some of them: the silhouette was a ship, apparently a merchant one, and on its deck, it seemed like there was the whole crew. Charlotte kept looking at the ship and she did not notice anything weird on it; nevertheless, when she spotted the flag waving on the mainmast, she immediately knew she and her friends were in terrible danger. “We have to go,” Charlotte said while turning around to get back to the sh

“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’.”

"But how are you going to do that without food? Face it, we're going to get eaten by sharks or worse, our bodies are going to be discovered by some nosy archeologist in the future and they're going to wonder what two girls dressed like we are were doing in the middle of the ocean and then--" "Umber--" "They're going to make the connections, or think they're making the connections, and soon a whole conspiracy network will grow across the web and they'll think we were victims of a freaky d--" "Umber!" Livid brown eyes meet mine. "What?" "Do you hear that?" A stretch of silence. She strains into the still atmosphere. I see it when she becomes aware of the loud, rumbling noise of an engine. "A s

Though he saw no sign of stroking arms, of kicking feet, they kept pace, surrounding the vessels like a flotilla of monstrous fish. So many! He turned the glass to the tug. The bow was lined with London’s youth. Among them, big Dirk Bogart stood out. He’d lost his bowler and his unruly mane corkscrewed in all directions, reminding Will of that Greek monster woman, Medusa, with snakes for hair. A couple lads were waving, as if hoping they’d been spotted and the lock was open. Skimming the glass along the gunnel, he saw no sign of floaters. He turned his attention to the barge and the hairs on his head bristled with a thrill of supernatural horror. The deck was crowded with the animated dead,

This time, I looked back to Skyr. Skyr didn't have to say anything other than gesture in the direction of Byron, who was now raising his staff in the air and making the same movements he does while performing his magic. It took me a while to get what Skyr was warning me about, but I was already too late. “BYRON, DON’T!” A blast of strong current blasted our ship forward that we all ended up on the floor at the strong impact. That and the part where the ship was starting to flash red with warning signs.