Infinite Ships Novels & Stories

I answered, digging my fingers into his broad shoulders and pulling his mouth to mine with a hungry kiss that filled us both with certainty of victory. Our moment of peace lasted only a heartbeat. A deafening metallic roar shook the cavern’s foundations. It did not come from the palace or the pass—it came from the ocean horizon visible through the great coastal rift. The deep, guttural blast of an ancient war horn tore through the northern night. I looked up toward the cavern’s opening, my mark blazing brighter as I saw the shapes of ten massive black‑steel ships emerge from the sea fog, driven by violet fire that dwarfed the Council’s magic.

CORALINA'S POV Standing on the high northern parapet of the Frost-Hearth, the wind from the sea whipa my silver hair across my face in tangled, icy ribbons. Down in the bay, cutting through the thick grey fog of the coastal gates, a massive naval fleet rides the heavy swells. Nearly thirty iron-hulled warships, their pre-Pulse engines groaning with a low, mechanical growl that shatters the silence of the cliffs, sit anchored in our waters. They fly no pack banners—only the ragged, black-and-silver colors of the Western Coalition.

THE HUNT BEGINS. ​Leo looked at the horizon. A fleet of UN-branded "Peacekeeper" ships, not Council, but human, was already closing in on the city. ​"We're not billionaires anymore," Leo whispered, his eyes turning a fierce, natural orange. "And we're not just Alphas. We're outlaws."

He hasn't taken the time to show all sixteen different ships that they build. The technical officer inquired as to the type of product we desired to purchase. Prof. May stated we intended to purchase four ships. There are two cargo ships and two luxury passenger ships. The technical officers were pleased and soon brought the head of the Ocean Master company limited's marketing department. I noticed my phone was ringing. I chose it quickly, and it was Dr. Bruce. Dear Dr. Bruce, Where are you now, my Prince? I'm on the Continent of Blue Eyes. At the time, we are at The Ocean Masters' firm.

" I need to work on my matchmaking skills. Once we've all finished our drinks, we head up to the central bay. I stop as we enter this place is enormous. I've never been inside a building like this, I gasp. "fuck this place is massive." Max laughs, "Yeah, there are twelve ships in here, each ship has its own space pods inside, the pods hold two people, but you only need one to control it." Brandon walks on ahead, "come on, ladies; let's show you around our ship." "Our ship," I reply, " yeah, you two are now officially part of elite four," he says. "What’s elite four " max laughs as he says, " we're just ship number four." " Oh," I reply.

The scene projected wasn't a memory; it was happening now. The black ships we had seen on the horizon had reached the shore. They weren't empty. They were packed with Shadows, not the ink-monsters from the woods, but people. Thousands of them. They were pale, translucent versions of everyone the Shop had ever 'audited' or deleted. The ships were docking at the base of the North-Point Lighthouse. "They aren't coming to fight," I realized, watching the wall. "They're coming to Checkout."

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

-I BELONG TO YOU FOREVER BOOK 1 -ENDLESSLY MINE BOOK 2 -INFINITELY OURS BOOK 3 Thank you very much for reading my books, these are my first werewolf stories, and I had fallen in love with them; when I wrote them, it was not to sell or make money. I wrote them to create stories that came to my mind, characters with a life of their own and feel that I wanted you to feel when you read each one of my words, the fact that my first book on spanish POR SIEMPRE TUYA ( I BELONG TO YOU FOREVER) , was read by 164,100 readers in spanish and 22,500 in english, the second ETERNAMENTE MIA ( ENDLESSLY MINE) 52,000 readers in spanish and 4,100 in english, then INFINITAMNETE NUESTRA (INFINITELY OURS) only 2

We had survived the dark simulation, destroyed the Shadow King, and brought real peace to the world. Suddenly, a strange, dark shadow fell over the sun. The bright afternoon light didn't fade into clouds it was swallowed whole. High above the palace, three massive black ships with glowing red sails dropped out of the upper atmosphere, floating silently right above the city's glass dome! They weren't ocean ships, and they weren't Selena's machines. They were ancient celestial warships from the realm beyond the sky. A loud, thunderous voice echoed down from the lead warship, shaking the palace stone beneath our feet:

The morning air was thick with the scent of ozone and wet earth. The machines below the mountain were quiet, but the air above was screaming. High in the clouds, the steady thrum-thrum-thrum of heavy engines returned. This wasn't the sound of Julian’s helicopters or the Council’s polite shuttles. These were the "Reapers," black, silent warships that the Council used only when they wanted to erase a city from the map.