Inanimate Insanity Ships Novels & Stories

"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.

"We figured as much. A couple of our boys spotted ships where no sane sailor would go, creeping through reefs at night, ducking in and out of those ‘uninhabited’ islands. Looks like the fight’s not over, not by a long shot." “Not exactly uninhabitable, unless you care about your crew not dropping dead,” Marcus muttered, face twisted like he’d bitten a lemon. “Corrupt sailors don’t need three meals a day or a pint of water to keep kicking. They can set up shop in hellholes where normal folks would croak.”

The shooter only feels the recoil of the wood. "We don't have a choice, Cord," I said, the words tasting like ash in my mouth. "Kaden saw the armada. In six months, a thousand ships are going to land on this continent. If our wolves run at them with bare teeth, we will be exterminated. We have to build the machine to fight the machine." Before Cord could answer, the sanctuary floor violently shuddered beneath our boots. It was not an earthquake. A fraction of a second later, a concussive, deafening BOOM rolled over the sanctuary walls, rattling the heavy iron tools on the workbenches.

And there, resting in the center of the flooded chamber, was the Nautilus-II. ​It was a terrifyingly magnificent piece of engineering. The vessel was completely flat, resembling a massive, obsidian-black blade slicing through the water. It had no bridge, no windows, and no visible superstructure—only a single, towering titanium transceiver mast rising from the center of its armored deck. It sat in the dark water like a silent, nuclear-powered phantom, its automated status lights pulsing with a rhythmic, ghostly green.

But it penetrated that person's cavernous gaze ,who was still standing at a far distance from her, but now his feets had started making their way on their own towards her, towards his insanity's sanity. Inessa , who had her eyes closed by now felt a gloomy silence to wash over her entire surrounding ,as people who were whispering murmuring talking had became completely quiet, like her entire surrounding got deprived of every sensation and movement and the only thing which could be heard was a loud and thudding sound of shoes tackling on the wooden floor, which started getting more closer to her.

I forced my head up, my teeth grinding against the metallic taste of blood and sulfur that filled my mouth. Above the ruined apex of the Spire, through the jagged holes in the shattered dome, the three massive, wedge-shaped hulls of the charcoal titanium battleships weren't firing anymore. Their underside target-acquisition bays were sputtering wildly, the solid violet lenses flickering between a dangerous crimson and a dead, empty grey as the systemic hard-reboot I had forced into the baseline began to bleed into their navigation arrays. Without the High Council's central core to provide a unified targeting frequency, the ships were blind—three hundred thousand tons of military-grade hardwa

He was so shocked that he rubbed his eyes to make sure what he saw was not his imagination. Although the darkness had prevailed, he could clearly see that not a far distance from the beach, many ships were cruising toward them. The ships were all painted black. Under the dim light from the moon, the ships were as massive as a sea monster, and they were full of people standing on board. They all had muscular bodies, and they held long sabers in their hand, looking very fierce and undefeatable. The leading ship had a giant flag. It was raised more than a few feet high above with three words written on it.

below fell silent, their heads snapping upward in unison. The Sovereign ships—the massive, obsidian vessels that had terrorized the Iron Shore for months—were returning. They descended through the atmosphere in a jagged, disorganized swarm. But they weren't in battle formation. Their hulls were scorched, their extraction beams flickering and broken. Dante narrowed his eyes, his silver-tech eye zooming in on the leading ship. "They aren't attacking, Ivy. They’re venting their engines. They’re burning everything they have just to move."

I rise from my chair to look over the top of Maddox’s head, my eyes glued to the water. “What?” Isaac says as Maddox rises. The two men turn to face the window as I hurry over, resisting the urge to press my hands to the glass. “That fucking giant boat,” I hiss. I’d seen one earlier and thought it was a trick of my mind. “The cargo ship?” Isaac glances at me. “How is something that large powered?” “Good Goddess,” Maddox groans, turning from the window. “Here we go.” Something glimmers behind Isaac’s eyes. “An engine. Have you ever seen one?”

"Good to know we're not alone. If we encounter more daggers, or gods forbid, more powerful ones we may need to look to these imperium guys." "Well, whatever they may be, they sure have a strange obsession with skulls. They're just about everywhere on those ships, from doors to consoles." "Lets hope that is the strangest thing about them." He said as he turned to the DRADIS station. "Operator, any movement out there ?"