Ateez Ships Novels & Stories

EZREAL’S POV It had been two full days since. Two days filled with nothing but numbers, calls, and problems that just wouldn’t stop coming. I barely had time to breathe, and even when I did, it felt like breathing only made me angrier. The last call ended with another headache. One of my cargo ships—gone. Sank in the middle of the damn ocean. The report said pirates attacked in the dead of night. A million-dollar shipment was lost, just like that.

The cruise ship which Azrael owns can carry up to 8,000 persons, the gold letters laid on the white painting of the transport have markings of bold letters that say ‘A.T.Execroz.’ It was written on the side of the colossal vessel. Looking at the gleaming waters of the ocean, his heart began to ease, it will always be the place that gives him serenity and repose, it was the only thing that he looked forward to in this travel and celebration of his, the sea.

"We've trained for this. But those hybrids change things. Lila must have poured everything into them. Kenji, you ever fought ships in this form?" Kenji snorted, a puff of smoke trailing from his nostrils. "Once or twice in drills. Breathing fire on wooden hulls is one thing. These metal beasts will take more. We'll coordinate with the ground teams. Ezra, status on that hack?" "Deepening," Ezra answered. "I just locked their rear three ships into a slow turn. Should buy us another twenty minutes. Avery, you see the flagship? The big one with the red banners." I squinted against the sun. "Yeah, front and center. That's Lila's ride, I bet. We take that out, the rest might panic."

No legal registry numbers caught the light. "The Nereid," Aisha muttered, her voice dropping back into that low, dominant contralto as she expertly brought the zodiac alongside the towering steel wall. "Julian's primary deep-water transport. This ship doesn't exist on any corporate ledger. It hasn't docked in a civilian port in five years." A heavy cargo net was thrown over the side, hitting the rubber tube of the zodiac with a wet thud. "Up, Elara!" Aisha commanded, grabbing the back of my life vest with a terrifying, effortless strength and hoisting me toward the ropes. "The clock is down to forty-five hours, and the Atlantic transport leaves from Nova Scotia by sunrise. Move!"

There is 4 total ships that would be involved in the Inspection tour from Aeternum Central Shark City to the Eloesa City, with the public aims is to inspect the river routes and also delivering a few important items from the Aeternum Mainland to the Kingdom of Eloesa. There is only a single modern ships in the entire fleet of 4, that modern ship is the Coastal Patrol ship types from the Coast Guard, of which that I bought on earth before, the ship were fully geared up and armed to the teeth, ready for combat. As for the other 3 ships were the slow moving medieval wooden ships caravel, naturally it was all fitted with Magic Sails, for a bit faster movement. Yes, the Sail were magically enchan

“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’.”

The sunlight was warm as Elizabeth or Eliza looked out the window next to her. She was currently inside the car, alone as she watched the gigantic ships in the distance. There are many people she doesn't know if they're tourist or people who working here, well regardless of whether anyone is looking at them or not.

“Aylessio’s side.” Aylessio? What? She stared at me expectantly, wiggling her eyebrows teasingly. Rebecca and Artemy. Aylessio. Her ship name for us. I let out a laugh when realization dawned to me. She really wasn’t giving up. “Don’t laugh. This ship is not sinking, you hear me? It has sailed and will keep sailing! It’s not sinking under my watch.” She narrowed her eyes at me, but her tone had taken a teasing lilt now.

On a pier on the edge of the Central Sacred Continent, countless ships, large and small, crowded around densely. There was no end in sight. According to visual estimates, there were at least hundreds of thousands of ships. Although there were many ships, it did not appear chaotic. They were all in line and arranged in a very orderly manner. Many staff members were also directing the ships. More than 90% of these ships were merchant ships that transported goods. Some just got here and they were ready to sell their cargo on the Central Sacred Continent.

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.