The Black Quill Cruise Ship Novels & Stories

The vampires fed when they needed to but kept to the shadows while the wolves took justice for any life wrongly taken. The death of mankind should have eradicated the entire race. The lack of blood would have ceased their bodies ability to continue their life and they would have run dry. Their increased appearance and the knowledge that some human life still existed had made it apparent that something far darker was at play. Night had fallen by the time the Blood Rock came into view. It sat high up on a cliffside that rose high above the sea, the crashing waves thundered against the rock and the pounding of the waves spoke of death from its depths.

I didn't have the heart to tell him I would never get used to them because I would never be accepted into their group so I simply nodded. Howls reverbed through the cave, emanating from the entrance just as three massive wolves came barreling through. One with a thick coat of fur which was as white as snow. Another with fur as black as night. And the last was slate gray. The slate gray wolf had something tied to its back wrapped in a tarp.

The echoes lowered their blades. The scarred woman looked toward me. “Fate has already started moving.” The b lood moon pulsed. A black line crossed its surface like a crack. Cassian stopped fighting. His expression turned hard. “That is not a warning.” Raiken came to my side. “What is it?” Cassian looked toward the eastern horizon. Ships appeared beneath the red light. Black sails. Silver wolf emblems. Thousands of them. At the centre sailed a vessel built from white bone.

"Two vessels. High speed. They’re coming out of the commercial shipping lanes to our starboard." Elara grabbed a pair of digital binoculars and looked behind them. Two sleek, grey interceptors were cutting through the waves, their bows throwing up massive plumes of white water that caught the moonlight. They didn't have the Thorne crest or any official markings. They were blacked out—the Vanguard’s elite "Clean-up" crew.

At the same time, more than a dozen black speedboats fitted with heavy machine guns appeared across the surrounding sea. All of them completely surrounded the luxury liner in an instant! Rows of black gun barrels swung toward the deck in unison and the crowd broke into panicked screams. Hank's legs gave out again as Winnie's eyes rolled back and almost fainted on the spot. The viewers in the livestream lost their composure too as the screen was filled up by exclamation marks. The helicopters' jump doors opened and tag lines dropped one after another as sixteen muscular men landed steadily on the deck. They were the sixteen other brothers I had left behind.

POV MADDISON The black-hull assault yacht Stellaris sliced through the final, jagged barrier of the shallow reef, its carbon-fiber hull groaning in protest as the twin turbine engines suddenly dropped to a silent, low hum. Before us, rising from the dark, churning depths of the Atlantic like a steel leviathan, lay the High Court’s offshore fortress. There were no searchlights sweeping the water. No alarms screamed into the stormy night. The massive hydraulic doors of the fortress's southern docking bay simply stood open, letting the warm, yellow light of the interior spill across the black ocean. It was a silent, terrifying invitation.

The captain took a deep breath, looking down at Julian's bleeding form on the cot. "The Black Lotus Triad just arrived," the captain whispered. "Wei Chen survived the fight in the subterranean tunnels. He just docked a heavily armed destroyer at the edge of the reef. He has issued a direct ultimatum to every single soul on this rig. If they do not hand over Julian Blackwood and the billionaire queen in the next hour, he is going to blow this entire iron graveyard straight into the bottom of the ocean."

“Don’t worry. I won’t ask for anything unreasonable.” At most… maybe I’d make him cook for me for a year or two. My wolf perked up instantly. Good idea. I nearly laughed aloud at her enthusiasm. Anderson and I exchanged a knowing smile before continuing toward the cruise ship together. The moment I stepped onto the Velvet Pearl, my wolf fell completely silent. The cruise ship was enormous. Eighteen decks towered over the ocean like some floating palace, glowing beneath countless golden lights. Everything about the ship screamed wealth. Massive crystal chandeliers glittered overhead like captured stars.

screens began to turn black. "Hello, Father," the boy’s voice whispered through the intercom. "Thank you for reopening the line of credit. I’ve been waiting in the 'Deleted Items' for a long time." The Mid-Point: The Siege of the Spire In New York, the "Re-Formatting" of the black ships hit a catastrophic snag. The ships that were turning into libraries suddenly halted, their hulls sprouting obsidian thorns. The iridescent light of Hope Thorne-Vance began to flicker as a bronze-colored signal began to broadcast from the Basement in the Suburbs.

He punctuated that last bit with a leer and a waggle of his eyebrows. Ruby glanced behind him toward the open water. There were two cruise ships docked here today - the one she'd just come from, the Queen Aquaria, and then the Ocean Jamboree, which featured a tangle of water slides on the main deck and was blaring electronic dance music so loud that she could hear it from here. She had an idea where these guys belonged. "Sorry," she said with a shrug. "I'm on the Queen Aquaria." "No way," one of the other frat guys said with a laugh. "That's the old person cruise."