Hunter X Hunter Ships Novels & Stories

had been a world of forced purpose; this was a world of terrifying, beautiful ambiguity. "They aren't from the hubs," Xander murmured, his eyes narrowed as he studied the flag—the simple white zero on a black field. "Those ships... they’re built from the ruins of the Old World. They’re the ones who lived in the 'Dead Zones' where the grid couldn't reach." "The ones the ledger ignored," I added. My memories were still a fragmented landscape of silver smoke and ash, but the instinct to identify the "unaccounted asset" remained. "If the system didn't see them, they were never truly bankrupt."

Then, the forest came to life. From these trees, the deep shadows emerged. The low rumble of a dozen more engines roared to life as more men emerged from the trees to circle the Crimson Sparrow pack completely. Henrique Crimson Sparrow turned pale. “Are we ready to talk business now?” I said sweetly. Henrique scoffed, trying to cover his fear. He pounded his fist on his helmet. “You think this scares me? Letting them waltz in here?” “Yes, considering you were generous to waltz into my territory,” I blurted.

But after what I had just heard, I was beginning to think otherwise. I felt goosebumps run over my arms at the thought of Hunter lying in wait for his plan to come to a fold. It was as though he was a shark in the water stalking his bait– waiting for them to mess up before attacking. He was like a predator in the night, hiding in the shadows. I just hope that none of this has to do with the Stones. I may not know them personally, but Sienna seemed like a good girl. I wouldn't want to see her get mixed up in all of this.

Some were green, like the banners of Haefest, others were gold, like the banners of Aeris, still others blue like those of Locrand and in the distance Doreon could also see some white and gray sails like Devian's sigil of arms. "Unbelievable, isn't it?" said Pix, leaning his back against the fence and his gaze towards the ocean. The light breeze ruffled his hair. Doreon, with his elbows resting on the fence, watched the men load huge wooden crates onto the docked ships. Pix was next to him, dividing them was the fence, while the lord breathed deeply. "It looks like a fleet too big for simple reconnaissance," Doreon commented as he looked at the ships.

Even with the strength of the Strength Realm, Zephyr Khan was enough to challenge the best in the Agility, Shaun Lee! However, Zephyr Khan was a little confused about this Emperor’s Phantom. "Forget it. I'd better carefully comprehend the mystery of the Emperor’s Phantom. As long as I can comprehend it, I can understand the mystery of the Emperor’s Phantom..." Time passed slowly just like that. At the same time, the two terrifying warships also rushed in the same direction at a high speed. On the warship, all kinds of four ancient symbols were supporting it. Ray was flowing and majestic.

“Wait, isn’t that the company ship?” the men were already in the water very early in the morning. They were following the direction the assassin said the men left in. now they were seeing the company boat and could not help but wonder what it was doing there. “Yes, it is but what is it doing here?” asked the hacker. Austin was looking at it with a hand on his chin as if he was deep in thoughts. “We found the creature in the company’s lab, their boat is out here at this hour and heading in the same direction we are. What do you think they are looking for?”

Jack steered the pod past, picking up speed as he went. A huge ship appeared in front of them. Darts came and went. Jack pushed by, dipping underneath away from their turrets. More large ships appeared and finally one of theirs. The little pods looked like grapes on the side of the ship. The ship sent missiles out. Jack pushed the pod faster. He wasn't about to get caught in an explosion.

It wasn't the Holy Syndicate. From the fog emerged a fleet of "Ghost Ships"—commercial freighters, private yachts, and even fishing trawlers, all manned by people who had been "Decommissioned" by the Syndicate’s global seizure. They were the waitresses from Singapore, the coders from Geneva, and the soldiers from New York who had refused to go back to their "Stations." The lead ship, a battered Northwood icebreaker, pulled alongside the black sand. A woman stepped onto the deck—Mina, her eyes tired but free of the neon-green glow. Beside her stood a thousand others, their faces grim and determined.

"Kaelor, look at the signatures of the ships above." "What am I looking at?" "They aren't Aethelgard ships. Those are Navia hulls. Steam-engines and salvaged iron." Aradaa’s heart sank. "It’s the humans. A 'New Republic.' They aren't trying to claim the ship... they’re trying to kill the 'Beast in the Deep.' They’re afraid of us." "Those are our people!" Kaelor shouted. "Why are they dropping fire on our heads?" A new signal pulsed on the sonar—a familiar, sharp encryption.

He indicated a sleek, fast courier ship. "The Silver Dart. Lightly armored, but fast. If we can reach it—" A shadow fell over us. It wasn't a cloud. It was too solid. Too geometric. The wind picked up. It whipped the trees into a frenzy. The sound of heavy thrusters drowned out the confused murmurs of the civilians behind us. I looked up. Descending from the upper atmosphere, blocking the sun, was a warship. It wasn't a drop-ship. It was a Dreadnought. Its hull was painted silver and blue. It bristled with kinetic cannons and gravity-dampening arrays.