Avengers Ships Novels & Stories

No wonder a rage was within the clans. Dozens of air-ships lined the petrified red-alder docking slips. Anchored and connected to the centralized windmill-powered turbine station by graphene charging cables, the ships topped off their internal banks of miniature lithium-ion batteries. For days now, families, tradespeople, and other individuals had been traveling between the nests.

In its place descended a shadow that blotted out the aurora borealis. It was the Fenrir’s Fang. I had seen Council warships before. They were sleek, corporate, efficient. This was not that. This was a floating cathedral of gunmetal and hate. It was shaped like a jagged spearhead, bristling with enough heavy ordnance to level a small continent. The engines hummed with a frequency that vibrated the fillings in my teeth. "That's not a ship," Ben Carter yelled, clutching his briefcase to his chest. "That is a capital asset depreciation nightmare! Do you know the fuel costs for hovering something that mass in atmosphere?"

existence. Avery Vane-Thorne stood on the crumbling concrete of the Detroit docks, watching as a massive, armored carrier—devoid of any pearl-stone or chitin—anchored in the oily water. The ship was a slab of weathered titanium and lead, shielded against the "Somatic-Frequencies" that had defined the rest of the planet for fifty years.

The torrential rain hammered against the vantablack deck of the Acheron, feeling less like water and more like a barrage of icy shrapnel. The sheer, terrifying scale of the stealth ship became apparent as Dante and Elara were marched forward, flanked by half a dozen Vanguard mercenaries whose matte-black armor seemed to absorb the meager light of the storm. The vessel possessed no superstructure, no visible bridge, and no exterior lighting; it was a sleek, geometric nightmare designed to slice through the ocean while remaining entirely invisible to radar. The deafening roar of its massive, submerged propulsion system vibrated through Dante’s bruised ribs with every step he took across the no

The first-alert ships—the ones that launched at the first sign of trouble, were kept on the ground level. As they walked, Avi was awestruck by the scale of the operation. Her gaze drifted toward a cordoned-off section where five sleek ships sat under heavy guard. The personnel there wore different uniforms from the rest of the maintenance crews. “Officer Azar,” Avi asked, pointing, “what department do those ships belong to?” Azar followed her gaze and smiled. “Those belong to the Slayers. They have their own crews and their own security detail.” Lees nodded toward a smaller ship off to the right. “And that one?”

Slowly and gracefully the three ships joined formation with the massive supercarrier. Though the Invictus with its three kilometers length was an impressive sight for anyone to see. She was simply a speck, however, compared to the majestic might of the Twenty Kilometer long vessel. The differences didn't end there. The Invictus was mostly smooth and, aside from a few main turrets and the lines of Point-defence Guns, had a flat and sleek appearance. Ark Imperial was littered with 'small' turrets. Small being at least tens of meters high and wide which boasted multiple barrels per turret, the ventral section mounting dozens of skyscraper-sized antennae for fire direction of the vast array of w

Carriers: 13 Battleships: 21 Cruisers: 113 Destroyers: 244 Frigates: 537 Fighters: 971 Mecha: 1035 Drones: 2142 - Imperial Invaders Devastators: 1 Carriers: 5 Battleships: 11 Cruisers: 50 Destroyers: 136 Frigates: 381 Fighters: 602 Mecha: 787 Drones: 1098 - Federation Invaders Devastators: 6 Carriers: 10 Battleships: 27 Cruisers: 112 Destroyers: 252 Frigates: 433 Fighters: 1338 Mecha: 1505 Drones: 2971 — “Keep it up!” said High Admiral Pavir. “We’re wearing them down! We’re gonna make it through this!” He and his officers adjusted their fleet further even as he shouted out words of encouragement. The fight had been going on for so long now that he finally felt confident in their victory. He

He indicated a sleek, fast courier ship. "The Silver Dart. Lightly armored, but fast. If we can reach it—" A shadow fell over us. It wasn't a cloud. It was too solid. Too geometric. The wind picked up. It whipped the trees into a frenzy. The sound of heavy thrusters drowned out the confused murmurs of the civilians behind us. I looked up. Descending from the upper atmosphere, blocking the sun, was a warship. It wasn't a drop-ship. It was a Dreadnought. Its hull was painted silver and blue. It bristled with kinetic cannons and gravity-dampening arrays.

Tristan and Saoirse entered. The conversation stopped. Tristan walked to the head of the table. He wore a new coat—black leather reinforced with Aether-resistant lining, designed by Helena to dampen his emissions. He looked like a general. A very dangerous, very unstable general. "Report," Tristan said. "The fleet is fueled," Thorne said. "We have fifty ships combat-ready. Another twenty support vessels." "The Sovereign’s main cannon is online," Vane added. "Though we only have enough charge for three shots. After that, we’re throwing rocks."

"If we don't speak now, there won't be anyone left to hear us." THE SIEGE OF THE ICEBREAKER ​The ship suddenly shuddered as a massive explosion rocked the hull. On the external cameras, Leo saw the Trust’s "Ghost Ships", sleek, silent aircraft that looked like shards of black glass, landing on the ice shelf. Teams of "Iron Erasers" began to pour out, their weapons glowing with a terrifying, white-hot energy.