Worthy Ship Novels & Stories

“Come on, sister. Be fair. How about a personal destroyer-class cruiser? I have one docked at the eastern port right now. The Northwind God. I barely touch the steering wheel.” “She does not want your oversized metal tin, Leif,” Zaria cut in smoothly. She pinned the brooch to her lapel. “If Penelope wants a ship, I will give her the Venus. It has twin-turbo engines and spelling wards that can outrun any pack hunter in the hemisphere.” “The Venus has no firepower,” Leif countered, his voice rising as he stepped into Zaria’s space. “My ship can blast a hole through a pack house from three miles out.”

After all, they were in her and Hall's apportioned part of the canton, and as their Candlemaiden, she was responsible for their spiritual wellbeing. The hike to the old shrine was steep and tricky, but Iris knew the way well enough, and was barely out of breath when she reached the crown of the highest hill. The shrine wasn't for any spirit Iris had ever met, and though the glassy contours of its twisted black rocks reminded her of ocean waves, the way the jagged rocks jutted into the sky made her think of mountains and cliffs instead of wells and streams. Mother Hall had only taken her three times before, but Iris had visited several times on her own: some intangible, atmospheric quality of

Was he seeking death? "Do you want to talk about anything?" I ask her after I glance at her, but she shakes her head instead as she stares out of the window, and I sigh briefly. I don't need anyone to tell me that she must be thinking of that human. Does she still love him? Is she thinking of leaving me and going back to him now that he's back? I'm scared, extremely scared to the bone. Afraid of keeping her by my side, but more terrified of losing her. I'm in the middle of the ocean and I don't know if I should save myself, or drown in this darkness. "Carl... When did he come back?" It's irritating me as I call his name, but I can't do without calling it, since I want to talk about him.

“We checked it thoroughly, there is literally no space for any instruments to slide between her skin and the metal. We can't cut through the top, it is super thin and we can't make where the metal ends and skin starts. Apart from it, everything is absolutely fine with her.” They sure cant. This isn't a simple shackle, this cant be. Aeric and I trace the shackle with our fingers, our skin bouncing on the little unknown words engraved on the shackle. Four different lines of words, going around in circles, reunifying in themselves. I take a closer look as if the alien language will reveal itself, probably, speak to us. In this lifetime, I have learned more language than necessary. Some for busi

Rage and hate poured from him in a sickly red aura. Methodically, like he knew he was being watched, he turned to the side, revealing a ship. White with orange trim. Lifesavers mounted to the starboard dipped and rose with the tide. Distorted blue letters were printed on the rear stern, but she couldn't read them through the haze.

He was so shocked that he rubbed his eyes to make sure what he saw was not his imagination. Although the darkness had prevailed, he could clearly see that not a far distance from the beach, many ships were cruising toward them. The ships were all painted black. Under the dim light from the moon, the ships were as massive as a sea monster, and they were full of people standing on board. They all had muscular bodies, and they held long sabers in their hand, looking very fierce and undefeatable. The leading ship had a giant flag. It was raised more than a few feet high above with three words written on it.

‘Alpha King, I seriously doubt that. ‘Make no assumptions about the assholes who would dare touch my mate!’ I answer. ‘Go for the fucking sail so they can’t get away!’ ‘Aye.’ Moments later, another volley flies through the air, this time a chain shot, its two cannonballs stretching the chain between them mid-air before they crash against the ship’s mast, twisting around the rigging and causing half the sail to collapse. The other half goes down with the six more shots we fire, and there’s not much they can do about it. Theirs is a cargo vessel, not equipped for combat and barely satisfactory for light defense.

Sam jumped over the ledge, immediately turned around and held his hand out for me to grab. I would act surprised by his gesture, but to be fair, this behaviour was to be expected of any decent person. My fingers grasped his hand and his cool skin tingled against mine when he tightened his hold on me. With his assistance, I manoeuvred over the ledge, both feet landing on the grand wooden deck. As expected, the ship bore the signature black signature colour, adorned with dark red flags that fluttered in the breeze. Wooden sculptures of demons and bats stood high, all in attacking postures. Wruy followed closely behind me. After a moment of marvelling at the ship's masterful construction, I red

We run for miles as K-5 courses through our veins and the fresh air cleans my brain of thoughts of war and violence. We round a bend in the inlet and stop at a boat that's been washed up on shore long before Shadow Warriors arrived. It's large and stayed together well considering there's a large hole in the starboard side. Dried barnacles cover most of the side and bottom showing it was submerged for quite some time before it washed up. Marinah examines it intensely. "Break or run back?" I ask her after a few minutes. Her large, sharp teeth gleam when she turns to me and smiles. "Run."

he whispers as I tear my eyes away from him and keep my head down as shame rolls off me “Alexander... Do you still think I am a Worthy Mate...?"