Bleach Ships Novels & Stories

"Kaelor, look at the signatures of the ships above." "What am I looking at?" "They aren't Aethelgard ships. Those are Navia hulls. Steam-engines and salvaged iron." Aradaa’s heart sank. "It’s the humans. A 'New Republic.' They aren't trying to claim the ship... they’re trying to kill the 'Beast in the Deep.' They’re afraid of us." "Those are our people!" Kaelor shouted. "Why are they dropping fire on our heads?" A new signal pulsed on the sonar—a familiar, sharp encryption.

"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.

“Eliminate their battleships!” While his remaining devastators and battleships faced off against the de Jardin devastators, he had swarms of drones advance towards the de Jardin battleships and cruisers. A thousand of them shot forward with as much velocity as they could safely use, and fired on every de Jardin ship they passed. Their thin bright orange beams did little against most of the armor they struck. In fact, all they could manage were numerous nicks and scratches, if that. But damage wasn’t what they were there for.

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.

​The ocean was a cold, indifferent witness to the death of the Aegis. As the extraction boat cut a silent, silver wake through the dark Atlantic, the luxury yacht behind them let out a final, metallic groan before the waves swallowed it whole. On the surface, nothing remained but a few bobbing white peonies from the "Blinding White Forest" and a slick of oil that shimmered like a bruise under the moonlight.

"If you think I can't get away, you're gravely mistaken." Swiftly turning his head, Mr. Marcus shouted, "Blow up the ships!" Upon his command, the cargo ships immediately moved about two hundred meters. With a thunderous explosion, the three ships erupted into a deafening roar. A massive mushroom cloud billowed from the sea, as the ammunition ignited and set off a chain reaction of explosions. The sky was lit up by an array of colorful and dazzling fireworks. So vibrant, so dazzling, so... decisive. Like thunderbolts striking the surface of the sea, the three cargo ships vanished into thin air, leaving no trace. Fragments of sparks scattered on the sea and quickly dissipated.

It was mechanized, detached slaughter. "He's going to level the district," Torin realized, his golden eyes narrowing as he calculated the lethal geometry of the warships. "He's going to burn the infection out, along with anyone who came to the clinic." The cannons on the three warships were adjusting their elevation. They weren't aiming at The Resonance anymore. They were aiming directly at the roof of the customs house, and the packed avenue of civilians before it. "Jace!" Valerius shouted over the rising panic of the crowd. "Can you reach the ships? Can you use the water?"