Ventress Ship Novels & Stories

--- **The First Vessel** The ground splits, vomiting a monolith of fused bone and tarnished silver. It's a ship's prow, its figurehead a woman with my face and the Rotmother's grin, her arms outstretched in offering or supplication. Eden traces the glyphs etched into her torso-First Wolf runes, their edges blurred by time. "A Vessel," he says. "They used these to traverse the Veil before it frayed." His scars flare as he reads the script. "This one carried a Stormbearer. It... didn't end well."

I smiled at the dirty thing smiling back at me. She was pretty. In an uninteresting way. I made up my mind and headed for the docks. Heart on my sleeves. !! !! !! !! !! !! The ship loomed like a leviathan, tall and sharp, sails dark as ravens. The Royal Crest of Vargrheim hung heavy from its mast—black wolf, silver moon. Standing on the dock like he owned the tide was the ship’s quartermaster—broad shoulders, shaved head with a whistle clenched between his teeth.

Around her, the remaining guests and crew were abandoning ship, lifeboats lowering and helicopters lifting off with the last VIPs. "Veena," I called. "I need your help. Damian's trying to free the captives but the flooding is too fast." "I'm maintaining as much structural integrity as I can," Veena replied, strain evident in her voice. "But the damage is extensive. Multiple breaches, several completely flooded compartments. I cannot hold this vessel together much longer." Another explosion, this one in the yacht's bow, sent a shudder through the entire structure. The list increased to sixty degrees, and I had to grab a railing to keep from sliding down the tilting deck.

"Give them a target they can't hit!" Jace’s ship, the Ghost Whisper, vanished. Not into smoke, but into a literal fold in reality. Using the Shadow-Silk sails, his vessel became a translucent smudge against the turquoise sea, reappearing a mile to the left and unleashing a volley of obsidian bolts that tore through the leading edge of the swarm. "Thane, bring us about! Hard to port!" I roared. Thane slammed his weight against the helm, the Obsidian Wing groaning as its Eclipse-Glass prow sliced through the air. "Elora, they’re charging the Needle-Beams! If they hit the deck, the heat will melt the masts!"

Activate the engines at minimum power and head for one of the ships. Elis. Kep, try to contact the ships! Cap. Ships do not answer! Tom. I don't feel comfortable. The ships are near the maelstrom and they are fully intact, but the crews are not responding to our ship's signal. Edward. What scares me more is that the ship's crews didn't turn on the SOS. John. We need to dock with the ship, and we will find out what happened to the crew of one of the ships. Kep create the trajectory of our ship to dock with another ship.

Larissa was determined to protect everyone present. However, she realized in the next moment that there was no way she could defend against the wall of sword energies in front of her. Boom! The several dozen-meter-tall ship toppled over, and a menacing cross-shaped crack appeared on its hull. Fortunately, Adrian had not exerted all his strength, so the ship had not completely capsized. After the ship regained stability, the waves churned vigorously and created quite a commotion on the sea surface.

“But take a moment to wash your face and hands. You are filthy and reek of smoke.” “I came back through the mountains. They let me pass because I am a vampire. I was taken before the council to explain my presence in Concorida and why I came through Greibron and then they put me on board a merchant ship bound for here. It was… terrifying,” Harithen rolled off the bed and stripped off the shirt as he went to the bathing chamber. His next words were muffled around the splash of water so that Thaelen rolled onto his side. “We were attacked the moment we left the seawall, but between the wall defences and the onboard cannons, we fought them off. We took some damage, and repaired it as we sailed

I had curled up, minimizing the parts of my body exposed to the steam and boiling water, hoping for a little more time, hoping to survive a little longer. But when the last sliver of light in my eyes finally dimmed, I never received the news that Tristan had released me, and not a single person had opened the door and come near the steamer. After death, I drifted out of the steamer and stared at the three strong locks on the lid. Only then did I realize that my hope for survival had been extinguished the moment they locked me in. Tristan called for the butler. "Let that bastard out. He needs to apologize to Jessica! I can't wait to kick him out. He's such a nuisance!"

I stopped the car and looked at her. "Out," I said. "This isn't a house," Norah said. "It's mine," I said. I led her inside. The room had no windows. There were computer screens on the walls and a bed in the back. Elias was sitting at a table with a laptop. He looked at me. "The Kranes hit the south docks," Elias said. "The shipment?" I asked. "Burned," Elias said. "They left a message." He showed me a photo on his screen.

During one of their first few nights in the vast open water, Nero saw, or imagined he saw, a vessel standing for them under a press of sail, as though it would run them down. Luna in particular affirmed that it was the ship that once sank due to a storm, and that it must certainly be it, or at least it was its the apparition. According from what she heard, there was once a ship that was lost off the {Cape of Good Hope, change the name}, and every soul on board perished. Wasting no time, the cats approached their masters to report this sighting. As they ran as fast as their four stubby legs could take them, they cried to their fellow members.