Supernatural Ships Novels & Stories

***** Four days ago, we departed on one of the boats Travis and Rhett left behind, from a western shore of Asiarian. Something we had never figured out, was how Orion and his army of rogues and crawlers got around the realm so fast. Boats: Supercharged 80-foot yachts for the higher-ups and smaller cargo ships that had custom-built engines that were faster than a regular boat, with upgraded GPS and tracking equipment. I bet King Kellen’s top tech, Damon, would have a field day with these.

"The overseas inquiries we discussed—they're not just requests for consultation. Supernatural entities from three different continents are requesting immediate assistance with crisis situations that threaten their regional stability." The implications struck me immediately. While we had been debating the confederation's future development, supernatural communities on other continents had apparently reached crisis points that only experienced intervention could resolve. "What kind of crisis situations?" I asked, already knowing the answer would complicate everything. "Mass awakening events similar to what we experienced, but without any support structures or constitutional frameworks to manag

We hear the roar of Thypon in the distance. ‘We must all go, now! ‘Towards the ships!’ Damon shouts. We shift into our wolves, and the little orcs and sprites are placed onto our backs. We race along the shoreline until we reach the docks where the ships are anchored. I look at Magnus as we see they have been destroyed. We shift back and cautiously approach. I notice a lot of movement in the water beyond the destroyed ships. ‘There’s something in the water,’ I say, pointing at the ripples.

I feel the heavy beat pulsing throughout my entire body, almost ready to burst through. Yes, yes. It's happening, it is finally happening. "We rose from fire and ash. From the blood and magic of our ancestors birthed Lupina," my father's voice resounds through the crowd. False howls and cheers come from the crowd as ecstasy pounds through their blood. The moon is almost at high-point, and it is then I feel my skin tingle. "For years we've won and lost battles. Many have fallen, but we've

Shadow Warriors … that sounded scary but interesting all at the same time. “Oh yes, there are leaders from all of the major groups of supernatural creatures. There are vampires, shapeshifters, witches, fae and even demons … they all tolerate each other enough to help keep the peace. Honestly, it is quite shocking that Gunner was able to get away with a war that lasted for months,” Thomas said. Vampires, demons?! How could they possibly be trusted, and friendly? Surely Gunner couldn’t win against that kind of power. I was anxious and on the edge of my seat wanting to know more.

“Conlan Frasier at your service, my angel.” I wrap my hand around his and smile when he kisses my hand. That’s when I notice the mark. Supernatural beings are usually identified in several ways. Demons, werewolves, vampires, and other underworld creatures usually have a tattoo of some kind. Angels do not. I mean, we can have tattoos, but we’re not born with them, and they certainly don’t look like they can come out of your body.

she shouts out loud as three men appear in front, almost blocking the whole road. Nothing comes out of her phone. She doesn't let her weight even shift a little. The car's engine keeps roaring and it goes at the speed of light. Only a blink her eyes take but the men in the road are no longer there. A road horizontal to the one she's driving into appears in front. "Should I slow down now?" she asks, moving her mouth closer to the phone on the stand. But no voice comes out of the phone. The junction seems to be in the immediate front. There is no road going straight anymore. It only goes to the left and right.

“That’s not possible.” Fear slid through the ship immediately. Gabriel followed his stare. Then his expression darkened too. Far across the ocean lights were appearing through the storm. Dozens of ships. Black ships. Covered in silver moon symbols. Hunters. An entire fleet of them. And standing at the front of the largest ship was a woman wearing a silver crown.

Because of fear their ridiculous things would reveal the secrets of the whole community, they were also to be watched by the Magic Council. One other side was to be inhabited by witches, wizards, vampires, werewolves, and hybrids of all kinds of all races. Races were compatible, who tended to congregate in one area of course. No one had the spare time to deal with hordes of supernatural beings that were always ready to make trouble and capable of inflicting terrible damage if fought.

I'd drive that weapon straight into their hearts. Eight o'clock that night, at the East Docks. The sea breeze carried the smell of fish, and the shipping containers formed a maze. Summer and I hid in the shadows between two red containers. She had brought only two trusted officers, who were keeping watch around the perimeter. "What’s the lead?" she asked impatiently. I took a step back and pointed toward several black vans parked in the distance without license plates. "Captain Hill, look over there." Summer had barely leaned out when all the van doors slid open.