Crack Ships Novels & Stories

"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.

he asked, trying to sit up. I was surprised he was asking for me while he away in pain. My eyes were still wide in shock. I couldn’t move or speak. “She’s over there.” Max nudged in my direction. “I think you need to shift so your cracked bone can heal.” Bryan pushed him out of the way. He tried to struggle back on his feet. “Hey. What are you doing?” Max yelled, surprised at Bryan’s action.

A blast of cold wind hit me right to the face, and then, we burst out into what looked like a coast. Dirty wooden floorboards, lanterns swaying overhead despite the sun still being out, numerous and endless stacks of crates in every corner. I mean every corner. The sound of hissing from different steam engines combined together, drowning out the chatter from the men around—some loitering, others stacking things and leading people into boats. I’d never seen so many ships packed into one spot—cargo transport, weathered fishing boats, even some shiny passenger ships with polished rails that reflected like a mirror. But Vladislav didn’t pause. He kept moving, straight toward one ship in particul

Its exoframe bulged out as cracks spread across its chitinous surface. Then massive portions of it broke open as balls of white-hot fire punched through the cracks. The entire battleship split into three massive parts as huge explosions completely wrenched it apart. Countless chitin shards were thrown in every direction as the ship’s broken sections careened down towards the city. They crashed down onto a city block and completely annihilated it. Their burning wreckages crushed every coral building they struck and left gigantic craters in their place. Huge clouds of dust were kicked up on impact, which covered everything in a layer of grime and dirt.

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.

, he said bringing his knuckle forward "For Seattle high!" they all responded at once as they connected their hands with the coach's own. * * *

My whole being trembled violently as the pressure building within me promised to extinguish everything. Zayn Dawson What use was having a $750k yacht when it was somewhere at the bottom of the ocean? Whose bright idea was to have a 3 days boat cruise on my luxury yacht to celebrate my birthday? I tried to remember but everything was still fuzzy. The only thing that was sure to me was the shipwreck last night and how I had somehow miraculously found myself on this island. It looked deserted. Small waves washed shells and debris to the pale sand. Fuck! This was just what I needed. Another fucking disaster.

I swallowed before I spoke in one breathe, “FIRE CRACKER” The end.

He'll see what mediation will do for us once he allows different thinking to replace his natural stubbornness. It's an hour before we take the motorbikes to the shipyard. I've only been here once before, and it was just as creepy then as it is now. The old ships are decrepit piles of rusted steel that look like they should be resting at the bottom of the ocean instead of being secured to endless brown docks. The ships tower above us and bob slowly in the nearly black water, making weird creaking sounds that heighten the entire creep factor.

Larissa was determined to protect everyone present. However, she realized in the next moment that there was no way she could defend against the wall of sword energies in front of her. Boom! The several dozen-meter-tall ship toppled over, and a menacing cross-shaped crack appeared on its hull. Fortunately, Adrian had not exerted all his strength, so the ship had not completely capsized. After the ship regained stability, the waves churned vigorously and created quite a commotion on the sea surface.