Voyage Novels & Stories

Jes spoke out totally changing the topic. Amara, Rose and Troy were returning from the cafeteria after having lunch when suddenly Troy's phone rang. Both of the girls looked at him as he talked with the other person After a while he hanged up said byee in a hurry and left. When Amara and Rose tried to ask what happened he replied "Something urgent came up I have to go sorry guys" And he left. Amara and Rose were shocked but began to walk towards their locker. As Amara opened the locker a Yellow rose dropped on the floor with a small note.

, I wave at her as I head out to catch a bus before it's late. "Bye ,I wish you all the best in your interview", she shouts back at me. Our apartment is just next to the road so it's not hard spotting an already full bus to town, I walk faster so that I don't miss the chance but as I'm about to cross the road a car passes by and the driver kind of wanted to avoid a pothole on the road when he accidentally crushes into another pothole full of dirty water and it splashes on my clothes.

The previous day, she was irritable and now. “I made salad, my lady. Please..” “No need. The only meal I need is beyond physical so quiet!!” “Yes, my lady.” “Pack all the luggages you'll need, follow me, we're going to Keitan.” Lance's eyes widened, “Why?!” “None of your business.” Lance packed both his and Violet's entire wardrobe, causing him to stumble behind her during their travel. Violet didn't pay any attention to him, she just walked ahead with a stuck up look on her face.

And I wonder what's in this package. I can not wait to ride in the limousine I see from a distance. This is going to be fun. ^^^^

Then he started to speak. “Welcome guests to the supernatural singles cruise. I like to introduce myself, my name is Leonardo. I have been the captain of this ship now for ten years and I am a dragon shifter. You will be able to mingle with all kinds of other shifters and there will be no fighting on my ship. I do have security on the ship and I am not afraid to use them or any other means I have to for everyone here safety so they can have fun. Tonight we will be having a dance in one of the bars and dinner will be at seven then the dance will start after that. Thank you and enjoy yourself.” Captain Leonardo spoke with a smile on his face.

"You've done good, Carmì. Watch your back. The wolves are already howling." They parted without fanfare. Vito slung the Louis Vuitton bag over his shoulder and melted into the crowd of bleary-eyed travelers: tourists with oversized backpacks, workers heading home for the weekend, a few shady figures like himself who kept their heads down. He boarded the ferry, finding a quiet spot on the lower deck amid the rumble of engines and the salty tang of the sea. The ship pulled away from the dock as the first hints of sunrise painted the sky in streaks of orange and pink.

The Atlantic Ocean was a deep, tranquil sapphire as the Vesper cut through the waves, heading north toward the jagged coastline of Maine. On the deck, the air was crisp, tasting of salt and the promise of autumn. The violent vibrations of the Jurong tunnels and the scorching heat of the Guiana launch pad felt like echoes from a different life.

"Iron-Wolves? Sounds like Arthur’s 'Ordinary' world just grew some very extraordinary teeth. We should probably go see if he’s still in charge of his own species." The journey to the South was conducted aboard the Vesper, the sleeker, Alabaster-integrated scout vessel. As we crossed the equator, the air didn't lose its magic this time. Instead, the magic turned Heavy. It felt like the air was made of magnetized silver.

Barely intoxicated, but just enough for Nancy Moreau to order dessert and lessen the blow of a personal revelation she had been keeping to herself for months. Auguste brings out a round cake, perfectly Wrapped in white fondant with nothing else but black lettering on the top. I narrowed in on what it said. Bon Voyage written in frosting. Safe travels? "Wait.."I blinked, looking up. I eyed.Alex, his face looking like he was withholding a secret, and then over to Nicolas, who held the same mien. I glanced over to Nancy, a gleam flickering in her eyes. "Promise you'll always be you when I'm gone?" she speaks up, confusion stunting me.

A single, isolated vector in the Celtic Sea—one of our primary transit corridors—turned a flat, warning crimson. "It's the Vane Vanguard," Kincaid said, leaning over my shoulder, his professional calm cracking as he read the telemetry. "One-hundred and eighty thousand tons of containerized cargo en route from Rotterdam to Halifax. She’s carrying Vane Global's largest early-quarter shipment of high-value industrial manufacturing components." The crimson line representing the ship's path was bending. The vessel was executing a hard, automated turn to the south, steering directly toward a restricted, French-controlled military transit corridor. This was a sharp, deliberate course deviation, ent