Supernatural Ships Novels & Stories

“ Powers, leader? “ I blurted out, more confused than ever. “ Dear, the moon goddess created Supernaturals to be the Alphas and Luna of the pack for greater protection against stray and rogues, Axel’s great grandfather or should I say his ancestors were the main leaders of these supernaturals and they had the power and authority, we as a pack got it because we are descendants of these supernaturals. Axel married Dominica and since they were mates, his power transferred to her, therefore passing on to your sister and your brother. You were going at that time. “ “ Okay, so, where are the rest of the supernaturals? “ “ Sadly, most of them died after your parents did, like I said, their presence

Marrow burst into the room, his Aether-cannon already humming. "We have a 'Level Five Emergence' at the Embarcadero!" Marrow shouted. "The pier is gone, Xander. A pod of Leviathan-Whales just breached the reality-membrane. They’re beautiful, but they’re five hundred feet long and they don't understand what a bridge is. And behind them... something darker is coming through the cracks." The team moved with the practiced precision of a military unit, as they masked up. With Cassius and Selene still managing the European fallout, the burden fell on the core group to act as the world’s first "Supernatural First Responders."

‎ ‎High above the charred cedar trees, the horizon wasn't empty. ‎ ‎A fleet of twelve massive, black-iron battleships belonging to the Southern Council hung suspended in the clouds, their anti-gravity engines emitting a low, rhythmic thrumming that shook the loose snow from the pine needles. Their primary plasma cannons were already pivoting downward, targeting the exact coordinates of the Sanctuary's entrance. ‎

The Ice Ship hovered above the waters of the Hudson River, no longer a mere vessel of frozen water. Infused with the endless stream of supernatural currency pouring from the Ledger's refund account, the ship had transformed. Its hull gleamed like polished diamond, pulsing with golden veins of obligation energy. It was a metaphysical battering ram, built to withstand the crushing weight of cosmic entropy.

I say as we continue to walk down the street, the tall buildings now providing shade from the sun. “My mother used to tell me that sirna were just freaks of nature. A magical experiment gone wrong that turned humans into fish people who were responsible for many shipwrecks over the centuries. But I’m starting to suspect none of that is true,” she says, her mouth forming a tight line. We hadn’t gotten to the history of sirna yet in her supernatural lessons.

"We are needed at the base. " Seraphina's facial expression turned serious. She sat up straighter, her hands curling into a fist again. Her face contorted. The first thought that slammed into her mind was— demons. They were multiplying, scattering across the city in ways The Order hadn't predicted. Maybe another place the nestted have been discovered. She was about to say something when Amara interrupted. "And before you think it's the demons, no, it's not." Seraphina exhaled. "It's something about the Supernaturals —another specie — the lycanthropes."

Hundreds of offspring of a community built upon the vision of its forefather were annihilated by millions of tons of seawater. This shortcoming of the great supernatural community of Redberg would completely paralyze its protection, making it susceptible to conquest by the maritime forces of the Church who would pursue it in the trail of the tsunami. Hundreds of witches, vampires, trolls, werewolves, and humans perished that day.

He was so shocked that he rubbed his eyes to make sure what he saw was not his imagination. Although the darkness had prevailed, he could clearly see that not a far distance from the beach, many ships were cruising toward them. The ships were all painted black. Under the dim light from the moon, the ships were as massive as a sea monster, and they were full of people standing on board. They all had muscular bodies, and they held long sabers in their hand, looking very fierce and undefeatable. The leading ship had a giant flag. It was raised more than a few feet high above with three words written on it.

Except… the ocean wasn’t done. It started boiling with them. Half a dozen more Leviathans broke the surface, their tentacles whipping out of the black water to clamp onto the hulls of our surrounding phantom-ships. “Protect the fleet!” I screamed, my pureblood magic bursting awake like a furnace dragged into the world.

"How many ships?" "Six iron-clads, sir," the scout replied, looking up with wide, anxious eyes. "But they aren't firing their batteries. They are moving slow, towing a massive, floating iron platform behind them. High Alpha Torin says it looks like a deep-sea siege crane." Natalia turned her gaze toward the open horizon. Through the thick, swirling sea-mist of the Midnight Sea, the familiar, low-profile silhouettes of the western warships began to break the gray winter light. They didn't sound their mechanical horns this time; they moved in a synchronized, eerie silence, their smoke-stacks belching thick black soot that cast a dark shadow across the frozen water.