4x Ship Novels & Stories

all four boys asked in unison, and something in their voices made Theron take an involuntary step backward. “This isn’t over,” he said, grabbing his bag and backing toward the door. “You think you’ve won something here, but this isn’t over.” “Yeah, it is,” Zane said mildly. “It’s very over.” “And if you ever come back here,” Kael added, his cheerful mask completely gone, “if you ever even think about our mate again, we’ll show you exactly why the Elxra pack is considered the second strongest in the territory.” “We’ll show you why we should be first,” Marcus corrected grimly.

said Johan, brandishing his new sword. Sharp gushes of wind began pelting them as four figures appeared from all direction. “Oh, it’s Xander,” said Dorin as he stood at a corner. Xander stretched both arms as if holding a box and aimed it at Johan. He opened his right fist, sending a thin needle of blue fire towards Johan’s chest. Johan moved his bastard sword to block it. “We didn’t see you earlier.” Dorin said once more, trying to keep up a conversation. “Oh, we just didn’t want you to see us,” Mordecai said beside Dorin.

It was clear, well-lit, and taken somewhere I've never come across. Four men stood, side by side, none facing the camera. Even though they weren't facing the camera, you could see what needed to be seen. One face. Four times. It was Drey, but not Drey. My brain and eyes didn't know how to put it at first. It felt like I was seeing Drey in four different faces. They look exactly the same but in different appearances. Like I was staring at the four shades of Drey. My hand started shaking before I felt it happening. The phone trembled in my grip but Victoria reached out and took it back, carefully, like she was removing something fragile from someone who couldn't be trusted with it.

on the steel bulkhead. The Shem mother ship, if that's what the vessel could properly be called, was shaped like a Flava fruit, except that it had an enormous landing bar where the pit should have been, plus thousands of compartments instead of pulp. Jyro had counted forty-three circular corridors so far, all connected by radial passageways B through X. Of course thousands of compartments remained locked, he'd been unable to establish communications with the robots, and he was no closer to getting off the ship than the day he had arrived. But God helps those who help themselves, so the effort would continue.

Gopher asked, “How many men do you want?” Fearing any mishaps, Andre took care to be cautious and said, “For a cargo ship that’s more than ten thousand tons, there will be at least ten to twenty crew members on board. If we have too few men, our odds of overpowering the ship will be against us. We have to be wary of the dock workers, too. Gather at least two to three hundred men. The more, the better!”

...Lexi POV... I continue to speed closer and closer to the shipyards. Maxing out the top speed ages ago. I weave in and out of traffic, not letting anything get in my way. From the little bit I saw on the screen earlier, it looks like Xavier is trapped in a boat somewhere, that is sinking. Which will make finding him at least slightly easier. But from the way the boat was taking on water, it appears that I don't have much time. I need to get to him.

"I have no warships. War is bad for trade. Many times I have told you, Xaro Xhoan Daxos is a man of peace." Xaro Xhoan Daxos is a man of gold, she thought, and gold will buy me all the ships and swords I need. "I have not asked you to take up a sword, only to lend me your ships." He smiled modestly. "Of trading ships I have a few, that is so. Who can say how many? One may be sinking even now, in some stormy corner of the Summer Sea. On the morrow, another will fall afoul of corsairs. The next day, one of my captains may look at the wealth in his hold and think, All this should belong to me. Such are the perils of trade. Why, the longer we talk, the fewer ships I am likely to have. I grow poo

"It just doesn't look like much." Ex-fucking-scuse me. I scoffed. I narrowed my eyes, taking offense instantly. I glanced back at my spaceship, rust along the corners of the bay doors. Dust and dirt caked the various panels. Sure, she needed a little sprucing up, but she was still the sexiest spaceship from here to the Nebula 46 on the edge of the Black. "I'll have you know that Peacemaker is an Elysium-7. Best fucking ship of its class."

He reached down to take my hand to help me up behind him. “We could go to the shipping yard. We have excellent ships.” Xipher was saying right before we flew into the air with Mom following on Shiba. I am impressed with how well she handled a dregon. After all, she only flew tayrens and dregons are much bigger and faster than a tayren. But she assured us that she could handle one. I smiled over at her as she kept up with Xipher. She rode Shiba like a pro. She looked over at me and smiled back. She was truly enjoying herself and this tour.

Lights along its hull glowed softly, reflecting on the calm sea. The ship was far bigger than she'd imagined. "Is that the ship?" Alina asked quietly. Adrian followed her gaze. "Yes. That's the one that'll take you." The SUV stopped not far from the foot of the pier. The door opened. The night air hit Alina's face at once—cold, salty, mixed with the soft crash of waves against the dock pilings. Adrian got out first, then helped Alina out. The moment her feet touched the wooden planks of the pier, Alina could see the ship's form more clearly. Not an ordinary yacht. Three visible decks, large windows with drawn curtains, and a small flag fluttering gently on the main mast—an emblem she didn't