Algol Ship Novels & Stories

Alban went on the boat with a few suitcases and his bodyguards. Then, the small naval ship departed from the Jones Island. Nathan kept paying attention to Hilda, but she seemed normal today. There was not much of a change in her. Nonetheless, he was still very worried. After Alban got on the boat, he kept looking through his telescope. A moment later, he seemed to have discovered something as he looked at Hilda and said joyously, "I see it!" She hurriedly asked, "What is it?" He gave her a dubious smile. "This area is called Shark Bay. There are a lot of sharks here."

The Trench-King didn't eat them; it simply held them under, its infrasonic hum shattering their resolve. "To the ship! Now!" Elara commanded. They scrambled onto the Aegir’s Wake as the engine roared to life. The vessel was a beast of carbon-fiber and steel, designed to navigate the treacherous, ice-choked waters of the North Atlantic. As the ship pulled away from the pier, Sif stood at the stern, her blue eyes fixed on the receding skyline of Oakhaven. She looked at Elara, a strange flicker of regret in her gaze.

Mario asked, excitement flickering across his face. ​"There is a second warehouse," Chloe said, her eyes narrowing. "It’s an old cold-storage facility in the Brooklyn Navy Yard, disguised as a defunct meat-packing plant. It’s registered under a shell company called 'Apex Logistics.' And here’s the kicker: the Sovereign isn't the only ship. There are two high-speed transport vessels—the Valkyrie and the Wraith—that are trailing forty miles behind the main ship. They move without transponders. They dock at a private pier three miles north of the main terminal, exactly one hour after the Sovereign hits the port."

A warning. I grip the railing harder, heart pounding. The cargo ship looms ahead, massive and slow, vulnerable. And then—floodlights blaze from the starboard side. Another vessel emerges from the dark. Sleek, black, marked with a single insignia. The Vitale crest. I exhale, part relief, part dread. The new ship surges between the cargo and the attackers. Its guns roar, tearing into the speedboats with terrifying precision. Engines sputter, hulls splinter, screams cut through the air. Within minutes, the would-be raiders are retreating, limping into the night.

"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.

“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

The scent of pine and mountain frost vanished, replaced by the heavy, cloying stench of brine and decaying kelp. ​The Royal Fleet moved across the Grey Sea like a line of ghost ships. Kaelen’s flagship, The Winter’s Breath, led the formation. Its hull was reinforced with the same white-quartz timber that had grown from the ruins of the Earth-Shaker. Every wave that crashed against the bow sent a spray of glowing, bioluminescent foam into the air. The Southern Alphas stood along the railings. Their fur looked matted and damp in the thick sea mist. They were wolves of the plains and the forests. The open ocean felt like a predator they could not bite, a vastness that mocked their strength.

I started to lean forward again, greedy for more of his lips on mine when the car came to a halt. "We are here." Alpha Cole muttered, his voice husky and making my womanhood clench. Then he cleared his throat and pushed a button, surprise flickering in my eyes as I took in the view in front of us. We were on a shore, and the most luxurious white ship I ever set my eyes on stood before us. On the body was inscribed the words, 'Roman.' Hell, a date on a ship?

Charlie laughed and said, "This is the oldest ship in the hands of Ito-Schulz Ocean Shipping Group, and it is the cargo ship with the smallest load. It has been standardized to be eliminated and dismantled in three years and yet, you still chose such a ship. Is it because you are trying to save me money?" Porter hurriedly said, "Mr. Wade, saving money is only part of the reason. The main reason is because we really do not need to occupy a larger and better cargo ship. In truth, a 30,000-ton cargo ship is also actually a bit of a waste to be used to deal with pirates. I think that it does not matter even if the ship is smaller.” Charlie nodded and said seriously, "This ship is not only for yo

“Lady Ever—” “No names.” Becky lifted a hand without slowing. “Not mine. Not yours. Not tonight.” The man bowed his head. “As you wish.” “Is the ship ready?” “Aye.” He jerked his chin toward the vessel moored at the far end of the dock. It was a weather-beaten cargo ship, hull patched, sails rolled, the Eastwind insignia freshly painted over with a darker, unfamiliar crest. “False flag, false registry, false manifests. No one’ll track where she’s goin’.”