Inanimate Insanity Ships Novels & Stories

"If we don't speak now, there won't be anyone left to hear us." THE SIEGE OF THE ICEBREAKER ​The ship suddenly shuddered as a massive explosion rocked the hull. On the external cameras, Leo saw the Trust’s "Ghost Ships", sleek, silent aircraft that looked like shards of black glass, landing on the ice shelf. Teams of "Iron Erasers" began to pour out, their weapons glowing with a terrifying, white-hot energy.

Marlee and others did not even feel the slightest shake and jolt. The four space pirates at peak Infinity Rank had great confidence that they could break through the final defense of the merchant ship with one blow. Then, they would take everything on board for themselves. However, when they touched the ship, they immediately realized they were not attacking a merchant ship. This was obviously an unshakable military fortress. When their attacks fell on the merchant ship, they were like ordinary people punching a mountain. Not only did they not shake the mountain at all, but instead, their bodies also flew backward under the huge inertia, demonstrating to everyone how they would return to the

​The atmosphere didn't just scream; it tore. The descending ships weren't sleek or celestial; they were monolithic slabs of matte-black obsidian, each one the size of a district. They didn't land. They hovered, their sheer mass displacing the air and sending a sonic boom through the valley that shattered every remaining pane of glass in the University. ​"Leo, get the internal sirens going! Manual crank only!" I yelled over the roar. "Killian, we need the heavy harpoons. Now!"

I recoil from the sight, my eyes narrowing as I will myself to continue looking, and suddenly the planet implodes, scattering the dark matter over the Milky Way. The sound of silence sweeps through the Arena. The beautiful stillness of emptiness. The planet imploding was over within seconds. “Something's not right,” Miya murmurs as she opens her eyes and raises her head to the sky. I look up, squinting as I try to see what she sees. “The shield is active, bonetta.” I lower my gaze and look at her. “There are ships. Six of them. Female and younglings. The government. Human…"

For the next few minutes things grew more tense as we traded shots, none of the ships really getting much closer while we danced through space and grew further and further away from the dust cloud we'd found them in. "Come on, give up already," Icaan said. "You've taken a fair few hits. You've got to think we've got a full crew and a gunner given the way we're flying and shooting." "We also have a clearly wrecked and empty ship with us. Maybe they're hoping you'll cut it loose," I replied, desperately hoping Icaan wouldn't. It was my ship.

screens began to turn black. "Hello, Father," the boy’s voice whispered through the intercom. "Thank you for reopening the line of credit. I’ve been waiting in the 'Deleted Items' for a long time." The Mid-Point: The Siege of the Spire In New York, the "Re-Formatting" of the black ships hit a catastrophic snag. The ships that were turning into libraries suddenly halted, their hulls sprouting obsidian thorns. The iridescent light of Hope Thorne-Vance began to flicker as a bronze-colored signal began to broadcast from the Basement in the Suburbs.

I turn immediately. “What now.” A projection forms in front of us. Not the predator. Not this time. Earth. Specifically— Orbit. Matteo squints. “Wait… those are—” Human ships. Dozens of them. Satellites. Military craft. Even experimental vessels that were never meant to leave testing phases. All moving. All pointing outward. All aimed at the coalition vessel. Matteo exhales sharply. “Oh, that’s bad.” I don’t disagree. “They’re mobilizing,” I say.

"The continent isn't sinking..." I looked up at the shattered sky, my Sovereign mark burning brighter than the sun, as the absolute, horrifying truth washed over us: "It's floating," I realized, my voice echoing through the bond. "The five provinces aren't land... they're five massive star-metal ships... and they just detached from the ocean floor."

I grabbed Elle from the waves and swam toward the back of the dome. We climbed onto a small ledge just as the white dome began to groan. The virus was spreading through the ship’s systems. "Vance! Get the boat moving!" I yelled. But Vance wasn't looking at the boat. He was looking at the sky. A fleet of black jets was screaming toward us from the north. And they weren't firing at Silas. They were firing at us. "The Board is cleaning the house!" Vance shouted. "They're going to sink everything!"

" I turned the view from the earth and looked into the infinite, pitch-black void of all. There, radiated by the bright light of the sun, drove the relic. The sister ship of the echo of the stars. It was a steel Leviathan. At least five kilometers long, shaped like a aerodynamic arrowhead, crowned by three huge, annular Drive sections. The shell was of a matte, blunt grey, oversaturated with Hundreds of dead solar hedges, like the broken wings of a huge Bats in the room. There were no lights. No position lights, no glow in the engines. The ship was absolutely dead. And Silas was right: the starboard flank was torn up. Violent,