Hooky Ships Novels & Stories

I removed my heels, washed my face, and climbed into bed, pulling the duvet over myself as exhaustion finally started dragging me under. Then... Buzz. The sharp vibration of my phone against the nightstand cut through the silence. My eyes opened immediately. I reached for it, squinting against the bright screen. A message. Unknown encryption code. My informant. UNKNOWN: Emergency. A major crisis just hit the docks. All Rhodes Inc. shipping terminals have been placed under an emergency hold by federal authorities. The ports are frozen effective immediately. The media story goes live at 6:00 AM. I sat up instantly, the sheets twisting around my legs as my heart slammed against my ribs.

Ironhead stood at the front, a map of our territory laid out on the table. “So, Ironhead, give me the rundown on what’s going down with the shipments. We need those weapons, and we need them before the cops come snooping around,” I stated, my voice firm. Ironhead nodded, pointing to a location on the map. “Alright, here’s what we know. The shipment was supposed to come through the docks last night, but our contact says it got held up by some unknown person. They’ve got the shipment stashed somewhere here,” he said, tapping a spot on the map just outside our territory.

Today we all celebrated that i was awake and thankfully alive. Author’s Note Hey Guys, We have about 2 more chapters to go before the ending of ‘hooked up’ Thank you for reading

He did not pull his hand away. He kept it in the air near her. "I do not care about the energy, June. I care about you. You are shaking. Your nose is bleeding again." June wiped her face with the back of her hand. The blood was a shining purple. "It is the pressure. The ships are pressing down on the air. They are trying to crack my shield." *The Hook: The Falling Star* one of the smaller black ships broke away from the group. It did not come down slowly.

Rowan By the time I finished the seventh stick of my cigarettes, the massive cargo let out a deafening blast of ship horns as the mooring lines were being cast off. The horns continue to echo off the coastal cliffs, followed by the steady vibrating purr of the ship engine and heavy plumes of black smoke curling into the sky. Soon, the ship begins gliding toward the sea, parting the glassy harbor waters to its destination. I pulled out my phone as I typed a text to my father, [Shipment 1094-K1999, has left the port successfully.]

“Lady Ever—” “No names.” Becky lifted a hand without slowing. “Not mine. Not yours. Not tonight.” The man bowed his head. “As you wish.” “Is the ship ready?” “Aye.” He jerked his chin toward the vessel moored at the far end of the dock. It was a weather-beaten cargo ship, hull patched, sails rolled, the Eastwind insignia freshly painted over with a darker, unfamiliar crest. “False flag, false registry, false manifests. No one’ll track where she’s goin’.”

He buckled the harness over his head. "Take a seat guys, this is going to be fun." Tom sat down in one of the four seats against the back wall. He buckled his harness as did the other three men. "Pod seventy-one ready," Aidan said into the headset. The huge ship in front of them turned to face them. The thing was massive. As one, a bunch of spikes released from the ship and formed a pattern. They approached the human ship. Tom knew these. He had learned to pilot one a lifetime ago. Those were darts, offensive ships used to attack. The darts grew closer and flew in a pack. Lasers beamed out of them in short rays and hit the ship.

Even with their large number, they feared Eagle. Stephan didn't get down from the car, instead, he took them by surprise throwing something at them — something that they weren't expecting. Bomb. “Shit, run!” Someone cried out. Before they could move, it exploded with a loud bang. Stephan took out his gun, using that distraction to shoot. “Drive! Now!” “What? Through the fire?” Mariana asked in shock? “Fuck yes! Move now.” Mariana stepped on the pedal under his command, screaming as the car collided with people.

—heavy iron hooks fired from steam-powered canisters that hissed in the night. ​CLANG. ​The first hook bit into the Legacy’s wooden railing, the rope pulling taut instantly. The ship lurched toward the shore. ​"Cut it!" Elara yelled, swinging a heavy hatchet. The rope snapped, but three more hooks hissed through the dark, thudding into the hull. ​The Boarding Action