Crossover Ships Novels & Stories

His hands shook a little as he focused on the giant warship tearing over the Atlantic—a ruinous stronghold. Along its reinforced decks, artillery platforms swung like steel teeth, and its armored hull sparkled in the storm's dim light. Across the top command tower, tactical strike teams moved like ghosts, while drones patrolled its perimeter with deadly accuracy. In the middle of all was a chilly, recognizable insignia—Natalia Cross's new kingdom... reborn. Standing close to the back of the speedboat, Damien's dark eyes were fixed on the horizon, piercing and unforgiving. Despite the threat of war, his breathing remained steady.

Susan, now more calm, asked her husband. "The cabinet. Is a transportation artifact. If what I'm interpreting from the runes is correct, it is one of a pair. When something is put inside it, and the doors are closed, if the other twin has its doors closed too, the content inside both cabinets will change place. No matter the protection around, and no matter the distance. Theoretically, it could pierce any protection. No pierce is the wrong word to use, since the protection would be intact, like nothing happened." "Ohh… That's Interesting, and dangerous at the same time."

“Isn’t your friend’s ship good enough?” “Yes and no,” Lucifer replied. “I was only really allowed to use it to break you out. More importantly, we can’t use it to hide or run with. It’s too... conspicuous. Every Peacekeeper’s gonna keep an eye out for it.” The two of them went up and down the shipyard and looked at the dozen or so ships on the landing pads. There weren’t too many to begin with, but certainly enough for them to choose through. More than half of them were single-seater craft, and were automatically out of the running.

"What have we found out about them?" "Mostly armed with railguns, same as us, but with a higher calibre. Others seem to be armed with laser based weapons, similar with what should have been added in our upgrade but more advanced. These flying Cathedrals have one thing in common and that is a heavily armored bow shaped like a wedge, possibly for ramming. These ships seem to be extremely durable, some even have power left. Sergeant Horvath got one hell of a scare when an automated defence turret pointed at him and started clicking. Lucky for him the thing was empty." "Impressive. What about those red dagger ships? Any intel about them?"

Everyone dies if we resist. Simple math." "That's not math. That's brainwashing." "Call it what you want. I'm alive, you're alive, the children are alive. That's better than Blake Thompson's assault team that would have killed half of us in the crossfire." The ship shuddered. We'd stopped. Docking with the platform. Through the observation periscope , Catherine saw an enormous structure three levels of steel and concrete rising from the ocean, helicopter pads, communication towers, everything needed for long

Yi Ru Wan crossed her arms and watched the scene with an entertained smirk. 'Hmph! Just an ugly cripple. You think you're qualified to stand by my Brother Tian's side?' If it weren't for the crowds deafening roar, she would've shouted for the wench to feel shame and go die in a rathole. The hovership, silver in color with a shark-like sharp front, descended to the ground and silently powered off. Its top and sides slid back, revealing the two figures sitting side-by-side. Similar in style to the ships before the Great War, the only difference was its ability to travel both underwater and above the clouds.

"We're out. We're actually out." "Look," Jun whispered. Elara wiped her eyes and looked at the long-range Aetheric-Scanner. They weren't alone in the dark. Emerging from the shadow of the moon, and rising from the far side of the planet, were hundreds of other White Ships. They were of different shapes and sizes—some looked like floating cathedrals of glass, others like jagged shards of obsidian—but they all shared the same Architectural-Lineage. "Are those... survivors?" Mina asked, her voice trembling.

The Shifters used their strength to haul massive slabs of salt from the Barrens, while the remaining Iron-Kin-now master welders-fused the crystals onto the ship's hull. Leo and Sarah developed a "Magnetic Harness" that let Kael and Lyra sit at the center of the ship's bridge, their collective resonance acting as the "glue" for the salt-armor. The ship no longer looked like a vessel of war. It looked like a jagged, blindingly white comet. It was the Star-Skater, a chariot of salt meant to challenge the gods of the void. The departure from Earth was silent. There were no cheers, only the weight of a planet holding its breath. As the Howl cleared the atmosphere, Kael felt the Sun's presence-no

I pointed at the two smaller ships behind the Great Carrack. Alongside the Great Carrack, I have also read about the two smaller-sized ships which served as escort ships to the royal ship. “Yes,” my mother replied. “Those are the Night Crawlers. You have heard stories of your father commanding these ships, today you shall see for yourself.” She grinned and walked down the bridge of Azalea. From where I stood, I watched my father speak to the men gathered on the shores of Azalea, something about the journey we’re about to embark. “Are you coming?” My mother called and grabbing my dress, I joined her as Randolph helped us on the Great Carrack.