Ship Wreck Book Novels & Stories

Hugo crumpled the sheet of paper under his hand. "Yes, sir. A fire was set by someone on board Al Zahrani's ship and it sank. Now it's at the bottom of the sea, as you'd hoped, but Sheridan and his wife survived." Daniel kept one hand still resting on the latch of the door in case he needed to make a hasty exit. Waverly sat back in his chair and frowned. "That man is like a bloody cat with nine lives." Daniel waited for the fury to spark in Waverly's eyes, or for the man to shout or throw something. Such displays of temper had happened in the past.

into a radio that crackled back white noise. For a few seconds there was a burning place where a boat had been. Then there was wreckage. A charred life ring turned and turned in its own small circle. A cracked esky bobbed, vomiting beer cans and ice that had no business out here. Ash fell like grey confetti. Oil made a sheen that caught light in sick rainbows. Beneath, the reef shuddered. The line of sharks had already gone, single file into deeper blue. A school of baitfish folded and unfolded like a held breath. Something old and patient rolled over in the dark where it kept its thoughts and went still again.

There she would be safe and sound while Ben come down to the east side of the foot of the hill where Ben and Josefina lived and see what had happened to his men and his fishing vessels. He almost tore his garment, pulled a hair from his head, and sat down with much grief at what he had seen. He looked at the wreckage around him. His entire armada had been destroyed. His large ships had been wrecked and had sunk at the bottom of the sea and lashed-lug wooden planks from his small canoes and ships floated and washed ashore. “That was a terrible storm that night when Maria came. Our fishing boats were wiped out, costing us a fortune. Many wives had nearly lost their husbands and their children

Teacher Mary stood calmly, arms crossed, assessing the chaos. The figure reached us. It was Alyssa, and she was out of breath. Teacher Mary gave her a moment to catch her breath before nodding for me to get water. I handed Alyssa my hydro flask. She drank deeply then gasped, “Cher, the captain’s cabin—it’s been opened.” We rushed to the cove. The barge was no longer afloat as I had imagined. A fourth of it had already sunk into the shallow water. It was shallow enough to keep the captain’s cabin from being submerged completely.

Note: The sentences inside the parentheses would be their thoughts. “What about Peter? I don't see him anywhere.” Soheila asked Theodore. “He's following us.” “What about the ship?” “Destroyed.” Theodore shrugged his shoulders. Soheila's jaw dropped. “The whole ship was destroyed?!” Her voice was quite loud, the six birds and the others heard her. They turned around and looked at Soheila and Theodore, wondering what ship was destroyed.

She shifted her weight to keep the wreck balanced, whispered encouragements to each survivor, even when her voice cracked. And Tiara’s faint glow pulsed in rhythm with her heartbeat, a reminder that someone might still be able to trace them somewhere. Jenna tightened her grip on the wing as another violent swell rose higher than the rest. It crashed over them, dragging one of the crewmen under for a terrifying second before he surfaced, sputtering. The wreckage groaned but held. Her teeth chattered, her body screamed for warmth, but her mind refused to break. She drew a ragged breath, staring into the endless black horizon, and whispered to herself:

"You're burning through fifty billion a second just to keep the hull from melting!" "I see it!" Charon pointed a skeletal finger toward the bow. Floating in a vast lake of bubbling dark matter was the wreckage of the Aethelgard. The Warden dreadnought was heavily corroed, its pristine white hull stained black and rusted, but it was largely intact. The Devourer hadn't been able to digest the high-density archive vaults. "Taking us in!" Jack guided the Ice Ship down, maneuvering through floating debris and grasping, internal tentacles.

"Julian spent three years teaching you how to survive a monster, Elara. Did he teach you how to become one?" Before I could answer, a deafening thud echoed through the belly of the ship, followed by the high-pitched, metallic shriek of steel grinding against steel. The intercept vessel had hit our stern. The wheelhouse lights flickered once, twice, and then died, plunging us into a chaotic darkness lit only by the strobing red emergency beacons. The alarms began to wail—a high, piercing scream that signaled a hull breach in the lower cargo bays. "They're on the deck!" the captain shouted, but his voice was suddenly cut short by the sharp, splintering crash of the rear wheelhouse door being b

The bubble flickered, cracks of blue energy spidering over its surface as the hulls began to dent. As I sat there, feeling every shake travel down my spine, I could only think of one thing–we were fucked. I squeezed my eyes shut, praying to whatever God lord over the quadrant we were at as the ship shook violently. The wall groaned, panels shot off off the side and the nose of the ship cracked. And then the worst of them all happened–the bubble… the one thing that was keeping us, to some extent, safe suddenly tore. It ripped to shreds in the most violent manner, causing space to split back into view.

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.