Charybdis Ship Novels & Stories

I walk over to Sushi and grab my arm because my hair seems to stand on end whenever I think of Charybdis. I don't have enough knowledge about the Charybdis, my own mistress. It is a phantom who is not lurking beneath the fleet, waiting for his prey. It hast nay brain and cannot bethink and und'rstand. The only thing yond t knoweth is to killeth and swallow whatev'r cometh in its way.

Daylight was blinding, a searing angelic light. I staggered out on my hands and knees, scuffling about in the burning sand like some kind of beetle. I stood slowly, squinting and ignoring my body's complaints. I was lucky that most of my injuries seemed superficial. It was only as I stepped back from the Spartan's mangled body that I could see how truly lucky I was. The warship known as project Terminus was now level with the desert, having rolled sideways onto its raised port side. The ship's armoured bulk had crashed into the sand only centimetres away from where my Spartan lay.

“We checked it thoroughly, there is literally no space for any instruments to slide between her skin and the metal. We can't cut through the top, it is super thin and we can't make where the metal ends and skin starts. Apart from it, everything is absolutely fine with her.” They sure cant. This isn't a simple shackle, this cant be. Aeric and I trace the shackle with our fingers, our skin bouncing on the little unknown words engraved on the shackle. Four different lines of words, going around in circles, reunifying in themselves. I take a closer look as if the alien language will reveal itself, probably, speak to us. In this lifetime, I have learned more language than necessary. Some for busi

“But take a moment to wash your face and hands. You are filthy and reek of smoke.” “I came back through the mountains. They let me pass because I am a vampire. I was taken before the council to explain my presence in Concorida and why I came through Greibron and then they put me on board a merchant ship bound for here. It was… terrifying,” Harithen rolled off the bed and stripped off the shirt as he went to the bathing chamber. His next words were muffled around the splash of water so that Thaelen rolled onto his side. “We were attacked the moment we left the seawall, but between the wall defences and the onboard cannons, we fought them off. We took some damage, and repaired it as we sailed

on the steel bulkhead. The Shem mother ship, if that's what the vessel could properly be called, was shaped like a Flava fruit, except that it had an enormous landing bar where the pit should have been, plus thousands of compartments instead of pulp. Jyro had counted forty-three circular corridors so far, all connected by radial passageways B through X. Of course thousands of compartments remained locked, he'd been unable to establish communications with the robots, and he was no closer to getting off the ship than the day he had arrived. But God helps those who help themselves, so the effort would continue.

The churning whitecaps and masses of floating debris from the smashed up ship made it hard to see anything. “She must have fallen overboard somehow,” he said. “I’m going in after her.” He waved two nearby Seals over to him. The Seals were by far the best swimmers on the ship. Just as they reached his side, one of the huge mainmasts cracked in half and came crashing down, splintering one of the wooden lifeboats and smashing into the side of the ship less than twenty feet from where they all stood. Water streamed in through the wide crack that resulted. It was becoming clear that whether the kraken resumed its attack or not, the Star of India was doomed. Ignoring the damage for a moment, the c

The silk and jewelry I'd seen on her was gone and in its place was a formal red gown matching Alpha Addams, her hair falling loosely on her in contrast to the crown braid I'd seen her in. “Sh-sh She…” I stuttered, stunned. The mystery dancer who wouldn't tell me her name, who pushed me away yet asked if I would marry her? Who coldly disregarded me after. My mate. It was her. Felicity Addams. Alpha Addams daughter, the same girl I was betrothed to. She was the mystery dancer. My mate. “Thane?” My mother's confused tone rang beside me but I remained frozen. ‘This had to be some sick joke from the universe.’

The dreadnought, made of unshielded, scavenged iron, wasn't so lucky. The back-flow of energy hit the Shattered Crown ship like a bolt of lightning from the depths. The dreadnought’s systems detonated in a chain reaction of blue sparks. Xavier was thrown backward as his tactical rig short-circuited, the "Proprietary Rights" he craved literally burning in his hands. The Drift As the dreadnought began to list, its power dead and its crew in chaos, the Wraith-Sub bobbed away in the dark. The sky went silent as the satellites, having spent their final charge, drifted into cold, dark orbits.

He didn't look back as he thumbed the switch. ​A series of small, shaped charges along the ship’s waterline blew inward. There was no fireball, just a dull whump and the sound of rushing water. The Valkyrie groaned, tilting sharply to the port side before slipping beneath the surface of the Hudson. In sixty seconds, there was nothing left but a few bubbles and an oil slick. ​As the RIBs sped north, cutting through the dark water toward the safety of the hills, Roman looked back at the city skyline.