The Night Ship Novels & Stories

And that pain, and her love, were stronger than anything else on that goddamn boat. Jeannine leapt at Papa Nightmare using her one good leg and drove the machete through his open mouth and out the back of his skull. The noise of battle ceased around them. The undead soldiers from long ago melted into the decking of the Sultana. The ship itself began to disintegrate as spectral planks gave way to rushing water. “Go!” screamed Curtis. The ghost ship rocked as its boilers exploded. With Papa Nightmare dead, there was nothing to hold the ghost ship together. Time was suddenly catching up with the old ship. The Sultana was reliving its death by fire from over a century ago.

But as Ben sat up, he caught one last glimpse of the treeline. Nadia stood there, watching them. She smiled sadly, lifted her hand in a wave… …and then faded into mist. The boys got into the truck and drove until WildWood was nothing but a memory in the rearview mirror. But none of them ever spoke of that night again. Not because they forgot — But because sometimes, late at night, they still heard Willy’s laughter in the wind… And sometimes, in the mirrors, they caught glimpses of the woods creeping closer… Just waiting.

The Night Calling I remember the first time I heard whispers about the night calling. It was a phrase that moved through the boys in The Boss’s shop like smoke—everyone knew it existed, everyone respected it, but no one dared explain what it meant. I was still new then, still washing soap suds off Mercedes wheels with hands that trembled from the memory of blood. Sandra Danso’s face hadn’t left me, not for a second, and the weight of her death clung to me like a shadow I could never shake.

Step one was dealing with the bracelet. I was thinking about how to get my bracelet to David because that was important to me, but I didn’t know how to react or even function if I saw him again, knowing what happened last night. What if I asked him if there were any specific bracelets in his room when he forgot who the girl he slept with was, then I am going to be doomed. It feels like I made him remember that I am the woman he spent the night with. Thinking about this infuriated me until my phone rang. It was River.

Jason opened his mouth to respond, but before he could speak, Mia’s voice cut through gently but firm. “There’s a ship,” she said, looking between the Elders and Jason. “Fourteen day cruise. It departs from Adelaide, loops through New Zealand, then the top of Australia, and ends in Bali before returning. You’d be off pack lands, out of reach of duty, and… maybe closer to fate.” Nathan crossed his arms, glancing at Jason. "Wouldn’t kill us to relax. Just once." Jason sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ll think about it.”

Nadia: "Don’t judge me, but hear me out. Just look. I know you wouldn't want to do it but the money is a lot and I know you need it. You don't even need to do it again. Below the message was a link to a private escort arrangement forum: Clean. High-end. Discreet. One night. $3,000 guaranteed. I stared at the screen for a long time. NO. I replied to Nadia immediately but this money could cover a great deal "Well, it's not like I'm going to be the first to do this", I quickly snapped out of that thought "I just can't see myself doing it" but it's just a night, maybe I could... just maybe...

Ashton said. "Since you've put it that way, Mr. Gray, it'll be rude of me not to reciprocate your gesture," Walter replied. "Most of the Wraiths' shipping operations happen out of the East Port. A cruise ship by the name of The Horizon will be setting sail at 10:00 pm tonight. That's all I know." "Thank you." Now that Ashton had gotten the information he wanted, he dashed off in the Lamborghini, flooring the gas yet again as he drove straight toward the East Port.

“But it never ends, does it?” Lucia glanced at her. “Not until someone stops running.” Elena closed her eyes. “Then it ends tonight.” --- Night had fallen by the time they reached Porto Sant’Angelo. The port was half-abandoned — warehouses empty, ships rotting in their moorings. Wind whipped across the docks, carrying the scent of oil and seaweed. A single cargo ship floated at the pier, its deck lights burning through the dark. Figures moved like shadows along the rails. Lucia cut the engine. “He’s already here.”

fun night! Chapter Thirteen We left Nantes after a week, Bryce wanting to fully restock the ship since we weren't stopping at Bordeaux. The seas were calm, and the wind was in our favor to rocket us towards Spain. Everyone stayed mostly above deck, enjoying the fair weather and the warm sun. 88 I am watching Bryce and the other sailors in a friendly competition of fishing for tonight's supper. Whoever catches the most fish wins an extra cup of grog, and so far, Bryce has

He knew that when the sun dipped below the horizon and night fell, she would head for that water. ​Ethan would not stop in his quest for the book Scarlett held, and Alex would do whatever it took to keep her safe... even if it meant breaking the laws of the pack. ​As night fell, a profound silence blanketed the camp while everyone slept. With careful steps and knowing glances, Scarlett and Leslie slipped out of their tents, heading toward the lake under the starry sky. They didn't realize that, from a distance, a large wolf was following them through the shadows. It was Ethan, who had decided to watch Scarlett from his lupine form, his eyes fixed on his target.