Algol Ship Novels & Stories

“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’.”

Fallon Luna. I shake my head at my reflection in the stainless steel-framed mirror in my stateroom aboard The Alyssa, which is, in fact, an impressive cargo ship with several floors dedicated to guests. It’s nothing like the yachts in my family’s arsenal, but it’s comfortable, nonetheless, if not a little stale and gray.

And to think I just happened to complain about the silence fetching nothing but boredom to me. “Never liked that smirk on your face.” Vassily remarked. “Someone who dared to hack into our computer, hijacking our shipment worth almost a billion dollars, making it disappear from our own radar. My, my~ whatever shall we do?” The ship contains countless firearms of all sorts hence the cost. The vessel was supposed to be headed in North America. Alvaro was in charge of tracing all the shipments. He was the best tracker online. Unfortunately, he’s not here.

The mother ship is easily casted away by the ships of Xylos. ON MIRANA’S SHIP “Where are they!?” Mirana ask “My queen they have travelled away,” Allegra said “What do you mean travelled away?” Mirana ask “The ships in Xylos have covered them,” Allegra said Mirana is angry about this and she ordered her vessels to attack Xylos. They are now fighting but Xylos is very powerful when it comes to technology and weapons. The half of the mother ship was almost destroyed this make Mirana fall back.

“The water drains away automatically wherever the ship passes!” Alex grabbed Bea and quickly dodged to the side. The speeding ship missed them by the skin of their teeth, and ripples brushed past their faces like blades in its wake. Alex clearly saw a large “Rouge” painted on the hull of this undersea cruise ship. Someone else was present in the Nine Yin Heavenly Ruin. Just as this thought crossed Alex’s mind, that ship stopped suddenly, swiftly reversed course, and stopped in front of the two people. Subsequently, several people came down from it.

The stealth transport ship was completely different now. Leo had spent eighteen hours straight working on the engines. Thanks to the secret files on the data drive, the ship’s hull was now coated in a special silver-polymer material. It didn't just hide them from radar anymore; it absorbed the physical shock of heavy weather.

The merchant ship descended to a low altitude and immediately, a ship approached. A young man’s voice came from inside. “Hello, I am the navigator of this large trade zone. If you need anything, just ask me. I know this place very well.” Upon seeing the word ‘Central’ engraved on the other party’s ship, Marlee felt relieved. If they were another swindler like Willie, there would not be the word ‘Central’ on their ship. This was a means of transportation that only staff members recognized by the Central Sacred Continent officials could drive.

Did this make him decide if he was ready to kill Connor? I forced my gaze to the landscape ahead. I really wanted to not be surprised anymore, and yet I was still easily capable. "Goddess's hell," I breathed, just as Kael said, "Goddess above…" In our defense, our shock was warranted, because not too far in the distance was the ocean shore, where a massive ship was docked. It was twice as large as the Galiot, and maybe because it was carrying an uncountable amount of cars rolling out of it via plank.

he said gently, though it was more an observation than a question. Althea shook her head without looking at him. “I’ve only ever seen them from far away. They always looked so small from the cliffs.” She laughed quietly, disbelief lacing her voice. “I didn’t think they were this… grand.” Gavriel’s lips curved into a faint smile. “It’s one of the finest ships Lunaris owns,” he said. “Built to endure storms and long voyages. It will take us home faster than any road.” She finally turned to him, eyes bright. “You travel by this often?”

The “fire” that killed Alicia’s grandfather wasn’t in any official file. It took Zara 36 hours to find it. “Private maritime registry,” she said over video call at 3 a.m. Geneva time. Her face was pale from lack of sleep and blue light. “Kessler Shipping and Dickson Shipping dissolved their partnership in December 1994. Two weeks later, the _Maris Stella_ went down off the coast of Norway. Your grandfather was on board.” Alicia sat up in bed. Alex was already awake, watching her face.