Hobama Ship Novels & Stories

"Adam, I hope the news is good." There was silence on the other end. Adam didn't utter a single word for a moment but then he spoke up and Aria's whole body burned in rage hearing his words. "Capo. Our Docks. We had an attack on our docks here. Someone bombed one of our ships. The goods and men on it, Everything ruined. Also, the drugs coming through the road were also attacked." Aria's stood up from the sofa with a jerk. "And what have you been doing

In all my years of living, I Mark Norman, have never seen such disrespect. "Quickly, land the boats, and apprehend those two!" Mark Norman snarled as he pointed towards the shore. At the beach, Dohana stared at the ships and noticed something familiar. The words on the boats wrote. 'La Paris.' Seeing this, Dohana's face turned to that of horror as she staggered back in fright. Jake noticed as he grabbed her back. "Dohana, what's wrong?" Dohana came back to her senses and glanced at Jake, then pointed to the ships.

Every available man has been redirected to the task. The longest pier stretches far out into the distance, and at its end sits the Ironhawk, her massive hull gleaming in the warm sun, gentle waves lapping against her sides, the battleship’s black cannons jutting out in stark contrast to the ship’s smooth white finish. “Alpha.” Captain Kabir approaches me and gives the sign of respect. “We’ll be ready to launch in twenty minutes.” I give him a firm nod. “Excellent. Speed is of utmost importance. We’re already trailing behind the kidnappers.”

His grin widened as he opened the passenger door for me. The drive didn’t take long. Soon the glow of firelight bled through the trees, and the sound of laughter spilled into the night. The bonfire was already alive, flames licking the sky, sparks snapping upward like tiny fireflies. The clearing buzzed with voices, the smell of roasted meat and woodsmoke thick in the air. Lila tugged me toward the circle. “Come on, meet the crew.” A girl with glossy dark hair twisted into a braid waved from the logs where she was sitting. Her sharp gray eyes softened when she looked at me. “That must be Aria. I’m Selene.”

The flagship’s pneumatic harpoons discharged with a twin, explosive boom, the moon-gem-tipped steel spikes ripping through the stern of the second retreating barge, disabling its steering chains and leaving it to drift helplessly onto the outer reefs of Port Valen. The secondary raid on the shipyards was broken. The port was scarred, the slipways black with charcoal, but the Core-Stones were safe, humming with a steady, quiet power deep within the flagship's hull. Natalia stood at the prow, her silver hair wild and wet with sea-spray as she looked out over the western horizon where the third copper barge was disappearing into the fog. Dmitry stepped beside her, his human form returning as hi

"Some of us scatter. Some of us just wait for the right storm to clear the deck. Look off your starboard beam, four hundred yards. We've got a blind spot waiting for you." Noah snapped his head toward the starboard window. Through the sheet-metal gray curtain of the rain and the towering walls of black water, a hulking, low-profile silhouette materialized out of the storm. It was an old Soviet-era Sturgeon-class patrol boat, its running lights entirely dark, riding the heavy swells like an iron ghost. A rusted steel cargo derrick swung outward from its side, exposing a wide, flooded well-deck carved into its stern—a floating dry-dock designed to swallow a small craft whole.

The rough texture of the fresh bark under her palm brought a wave of profound peace to her heart. "Thank you, Thomas," Amelia said, her voice filled with deep gratitude. "Ensure the weather seal on the lower hold is double-checked before the storm hits the coast tonight." "Already on it, ma'am!" Thomas replied, turning back toward the loading crew with a loud whistle. Suddenly, a loud, metallic screech echoed across the pier. One of the giant hydraulic loading arms on the ship stopped abruptly mid-air, its heavy steel cable swinging wildly in the cold wind over the open deck. A cloud of black smoke hissed from the crane's engine housing near the main bridge.

Before they boarded the ship, Ami and Mabel couldn’t help but gawk at the massive ship. For her part, Ami had only seen photos of it when she was in college. The Gonzales’ just purchased the ship and Rain was so proud that the first thing he did was show a photo of it to Ami. Of course over the years, the ship had undergone a makeover to modernize it. It had nearly cost the Gonzales’ their fortune. If not for Mrs. Gonzales’ business acumen, they could have gone bankrupt. Now gazing at it up close, it felt surreal for Ami. Her jaw dropped at the massive size but she at once remembered who she was with so as quickly as she could, she nudged Mabel on her side which earned her a glare. “Close yo

The heat haze shimmered, then a stern swam into view, letters crooked by distance. Prognosis. He passed the glass to Joanne. “Hey, boys,” she called, frowning through the lenses. “Not kidding—it’s the Prognosis.” Tim went still. “Shit… that’s John’s boat.” Gabe leaned and kissed Jo’s temple; Andrew rolled his eyes. “Come on, guys. I’m still single. Any more of that and I’ll need privacy.” They grinned despite the smoke and throttled back as shattered white hull halves came into view, listing like ripped teeth. The boats idled a slow circle. Heat shimmered; the stink of burning resin bit at the nose.

Wood splintered and steel screeched as the Vengeance ground to a halt, dead in the water. Mabel’s industrial barge began to reverse, its heavy diesel engines churning black smoke into the gray morning fog as it backed away toward the open ocean. Damien stood up on the tilted, ruined deck of our boat. He wiped a streak of blood from his temple, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made the rest of the world fade away. “Marcus,” Damien said, his voice dropping into a deadly, quiet register. “Is the auxiliary tender boat intact at the stern?”