Worthy Ship Novels & Stories

Her Papa answered instead of her Mama. She just nodded even though she was totally against his parents' decision. This is probably the best thing to do so that her friend Merfie will not be harmed, she almost lost her friend earlier. She had an inference that someone knew she was His Majesty's Mate. She had been warned before that when this mating happens, bad things will begin, she will witness those and will go through.

I gave them a lustful whimper, feeling them relax a fraction, knowing I wouldn't if I was injured. I've sent scouts to back up Gabriel, though I doubt he needs it. Dane said, his voice even. Two more have flanked your car. Thank you. I sent a pulse of love to him, receiving one back as I saw the forms of Shifters in my rear vision. Two large Wolves. My eyes widened at the sight of them. You sent Quade and Finn! Th....that means you've known this whole time! Dane chuckled. We may not be as smart as our mate, but we know when she's up to mischief.

The marking on the boat was at least a few centuries old. This is a war ship. Those are Tharans. This must be the Battle of the long ships. The commander moved forward looking at each of his men, he couldn't see clearly the sky was fiery red, arrows were flying everywhere. One of the arrows hit the sail. All around him there was fire. Men were still burning or were half burned. The battle didn't end well for the Tharans, the history books were true in that part. The crystal had finished the visions. The room stood still, the crystal was still glowing.

Meeting: Rowling stood at the bow of the ship watching the cliff as the pulled into Raven’s Peak two other ships trailed behind him. Rowling's ship was a deep dark cherrywood, he had liked the cherry color of it because it reminded him of blood stained wood. He wanted the fear aspect to be in everything he did. His sails were a deep dark blood red and his personal flag was white with a sword hanging above a headless man’s body. He even named the ship Trepidation. It was written on the side of the ship in deep dark bold letters.

I shouted into the glare, I had spotted up to five tiny ships coming towards us with immense speed. They all had black flags on them, designed with human skull as a warning. “Pirates, oh silly human pirates messing around.” “Oh how very great,” Tasha muttered to herself, she threw her orange peels into the water. “Just as I was about to get comfortable and have a good nap.”

"That’s hundreds of ships. Cargo, cruise liners, private yachts..." "Filter it," I snap. "Filter by arrival and departure. I want a ship that arrived just before we did and left the day after the photo was taken. And then," I lean in, placing my hands on the desk. "I want to know which of those ships is in New York right now." Wong’s fingers fly across the keyboard. The clatter of the keys is the only sound in the room. The list on the screen populates. It’s long. MSC Divina. Maersk Alabama. Cosco Shipping Pisces.

What Adrian did not anticipate was that the person he was missing was on her way to him. A ship bearing the sail flag of Windia slowly approached Forgotten Shore. Seeing the island up close, the people on board visibly relaxed, and the two factions on the ship set aside their disputes. "Miss, it's fortunate that we found an uninhabited island today. Otherwise, tomorrow could have been unpredictable..." a maid said, patting her chest in relief.

I said to myself, “No matter what challenges lay ahead, I know that I will always have them by my side.” One sad night, I whispered to myself. “I miss you father. I miss going to that coffee shop on Main Street with you every Saturday morning.” I spotted a shooting star in the distance and began to sob, thinking, “I really wish that you were here to see this star with me, father.” “The Crimson Tide is a really reliable and well-maintained ship. It's known for its efficiency and expertise in delivering marine equipment worldwide,” Captain James had told me when I'd asked him about the ship. “The vessel has completed several successful deliveries before it set sail on its latest mission.

"Mom, he's amazing." "He's a child who survived," I said. "Just like you." Jaden thought about that. "Am I amazing?" I pulled him close. "Yes. You are." An hour later, we saw it. A cargo ship. Huge. Rusted. Listing to one side. It had run aground on a reef years ago and been abandoned. Now it sat tilted, half-submerged, like a dead whale. Miro surfaced beside the boat. "They're inside," he said. "In the belly. They don't come out much."

Seedlings gave us hope for a future at safehold. My mother stood beside me, excited almost. As if she couldn't wait to pay an old friend a visit. Some crew members stayed behind to help rebuild homes, while some would depart permanently at Rapier Port. Bittersweet, but I understood. I didn't know if Charles would be in Rapier Port, but as we pulled beside the pier, I saw a sparkling and brand new ship with the flag of a heart outlined in a ribcage. The Bone Heart. As I said, predictable.