Ateez Ships Novels & Stories

Ezra slowed down his car and stared at the coordinates on his cellphone which were flashing, indicating that he had arrived at the right place, according to the point in the coordinates. Outside his car, the ships rocked violently every time a great wave came rolling in from the ocean. Even though it was cold and the wind was blowing very hard, people were seen busy loading their ships with logistical goods that were going to be sent overseas. Trucks carrying cargo began to approach the ship and lined up to enter the lower deck of the ship. Horns blared each time a truck moved on deck to alert other truckers that trucks from outside were starting to enter the ship. Night view of a very busy

Alessia's POV We are BOARDING the airship that Elijah called Armageddon. It is bigger and more elegant than the average ship I see. Its sail is white and gold with the Valeria brand. Elijah is now busy ordering the captain to speed up the sailing in the sky. I also notice that it is indeed faster than normal ships, but the truth is that it is still slow especially and we are in a hurry now. "So you and his majesty, huh?" Stefano turned to me with a teasing smile on his lips.

They realized that the bronze tree had not just given them shelter—it had given them a logistics line. Julian and Elias began preparing the large blue ship, hauling the remaining iron chains from the type-set pier and clearing the lead dust from the windlass. The blue vessel, with its wooden stars and patched sails, looked massive and clumsy beside the elegant, white geometric precision of the origami fleet that surrounded it, but it was the only hull we had that could carry human bone.

he ground out. Mia didn’t dwell on the words of Casy. There were more important things to do. “How many ships does Foth possess?” Mia asked, turning to Joi. “I don’t know, above a hundred?” he guessed, not very sure of his answer. “Try three hundred,” Ace answered. Mia swallowed hard. Suddenly, the numbers were more than she calculated in her mind. “How many oiled sticks do you have?” Mia asked, turning to Edward. “Sixteen.”

The morning after Inquisitor Vane’s ultimatum, the Blackwater River looked like a graveyard of iron. Three massive Southern warships sat anchored in the center of the flow, their steam vents huffing rhythmic clouds of grey smoke into the pristine mountain air. They were "teeth" of a different kind—not bone and sinew, but coal and steel. ​Rhea stood on the battlements, her fingers tracing the rough stone of the manor. Beside her, Elias was a statue of suppressed fury. The grey-gold veins on his neck pulsed in time with the thrumming of the ships' engines.

I pointed at the two smaller ships behind the Great Carrack. Alongside the Great Carrack, I have also read about the two smaller-sized ships which served as escort ships to the royal ship. “Yes,” my mother replied. “Those are the Night Crawlers. You have heard stories of your father commanding these ships, today you shall see for yourself.” She grinned and walked down the bridge of Azalea. From where I stood, I watched my father speak to the men gathered on the shores of Azalea, something about the journey we’re about to embark. “Are you coming?” My mother called and grabbing my dress, I joined her as Randolph helped us on the Great Carrack.