Crack Ships Novels & Stories

The chains began to crack. And the world above groaned in dispare

Videl.. The crossing felt like driving into the mouth of a storm that refused to break. The amphibious Breakers—low-profile, heavy-armored vessels designed for stealth—cut through the black water of the channel with a predatory hum. Inside the lead vehicle, the air was pressurized and silent, save for the rhythmic clicking of Oliver’s keyboard. For thirteen years, this stretch of ocean had been a graveyard. The energy field used to scramble navigation systems and shut down engines, leaving anyone who tried to cross to drown in the dark.

THE NORTH BELONGS TO THE BROKEN. As the words were "Written" into reality, a wave of "Absolute Scent" expanded from the keep. It was the smell of every victory and every loss, the smell of the scullery and the Solaris Spire. The North didn't just feel real; it felt "Sacred." But as the peace settled over the family, a sudden, sharp vibration shook the ground. Not from the sky. Not from the needle. From the "Paper Ship" itself. The signatures on the hull were beginning to "Bleed." The names of the Readers were turning into a solid, glowing "Ink Black."

In the vanguard of the alien armada, three massive golden pyramid ships moved to intercept the blast, projecting interlocking shields of holy, white energy. They didn't stand a chance. The violet spear hit the golden shields and shattered them like fragile glass. The beam punched straight through the center of the first pyramid, instantly vaporizing its core. Without losing a fraction of its momentum, it pierced the second and third ships, detonating them into silent, blossoming flowers of golden plasma in the dark void. The beam continued its lethal trajectory, slamming directly into the rotating energy rings of the colossal flagship—the world-cracker. KRA-KOOM!

He fell right into their plot, exactly as planned. The impact was devastating. His company was blindsided, left floundering and utterly unprepared. Almost overnight, the tides had turned. The once-powerful Hood Group was thrust back into the dire conditions it had barely escaped five years earlier, but this time, no one was willing to help them recover. In his desperation, Jeffrey called me. His voice was fraught with panic when I answered. "I need 30 million. Now," he pleaded. The audacity of his request almost made me laugh out loud. Tears of incredulity filled my eyes.

“And an ounce goes for anywhere between $800 to $2000. Let’s assume he sells it for $1,600. I know he’d sell higher because it’s pure crack that’s coming in. The man’s a greedy scum bag too. So, roughly estimating, Salvatore is about to lose over $288 million worth of crack” “Exactly, boss. Not to talk of the consumer appliances and industrial machines. His ruin will be in millions” “Now, I like where this is going. He started shit first. I’m not going to fold my arms and just watch him. I have to do something. How long before the container ships arrive?” “Twenty to twenty five days, boss” “My patience will surely run dry before then. What route will he be using?” “The Pacific Ocean through

The bubble flickered, cracks of blue energy spidering over its surface as the hulls began to dent. As I sat there, feeling every shake travel down my spine, I could only think of one thing–we were fucked. I squeezed my eyes shut, praying to whatever God lord over the quadrant we were at as the ship shook violently. The wall groaned, panels shot off off the side and the nose of the ship cracked. And then the worst of them all happened–the bubble… the one thing that was keeping us, to some extent, safe suddenly tore. It ripped to shreds in the most violent manner, causing space to split back into view.

Three corvettes and two Iconoclast destroyers were the first warships to stick their noses out, coupled with half a dozen sloops and gunboats for added defence. The Vipers pulled back and gave Invictus and the two frigates space to manoeuvre. The ships turned to face the incoming destroyers looking in the right direction. Half went to the base and the other half shot out after the largest ships they could find. The moment the missiles left the rail the BlackSharks turned around and flew back to base as fast as they could. Now coming under much heavier fire from the fully alert pirate emplacements. Shortly after the nukes detonated, huge chunks of rock were hurled in every direction. Some pir

“We can’t stop. She’s out there, Jacob.” “I know she is,” Jacob said, softer now. “But if we die before we find her, who will bring her back?” Just then, the ship jerked violently to the side. The waves surged like a beast with a mind of its own, and a massive crack echoed through the hull. “We’re taking on water!” one of the crew shouted. Alexandro cursed under his breath. “Everyone off the ship! Now!”

“Nurse! Nurse! Can we get some help here! Her water has broke!” Cassie was in panic mode, calling everyone while I’m in a wheelchair being drag towards somewhere and the pain that I felt in my head is nothing from the pain that I felt in between my legs…. and I can’t believe this is happening… any hour of this day I might get to see my babies… I can’t wait. “Ana!”