Klance Ship Novels & Stories

“I don’t know the specific details, but the largest ship factory in Southwest has also received an order from Northwest’s Battle Warrior Zero requesting for a large number of battleships. It seems that they’re setting sail somewhere.” “What?” Gracia raised her head and expressed her astonishment. “The number of machinery ordered by Battle Warrior Gale is too high. We may not have enough to complete the order even if we were to take out all of our company’s inventory. I’ll have to figure out what they’re trying to do first.” “Winnie, get me Mr. Colton from Southwest Ship Factory.” “Yes, ma’am.” The female secretary picked up the phone on the table and dialed a series of numbers before she pas

"I... I remotely shut them down by rerouting their control signal." With icy resolve, Damien pulled him to his feet. "Did you find it?" Kyle tapped the damaged console one final time and nodded feebly. "It's from... offshore.." The faint coordinates deep in the North Sea that flashed on his screen were distant from any known military or maritime routes. Vanessa's brow furrowed. "What the devil is going on?" With a harsh voice, Kyle zoomed in. "Her last base is A fully automated command ship. A mobile fortress."

Two armored transport trucks and a jeep we had scavenged from theGoliath's hold. It took an hour to load the children. They moved like sleepwalkers, holding hands in a long daisy chain, guided by Kai and Elena. "Goodbye, Captain," I said to Vance at the bottom of the ramp. Vance looked at his ship, then at the wall of vines blocking the river. "I can't go back downriver," Vance said. "Ironwood's fleet is blocking the delta. And I can't go forward."

The Trench-King didn't eat them; it simply held them under, its infrasonic hum shattering their resolve. "To the ship! Now!" Elara commanded. They scrambled onto the Aegir’s Wake as the engine roared to life. The vessel was a beast of carbon-fiber and steel, designed to navigate the treacherous, ice-choked waters of the North Atlantic. As the ship pulled away from the pier, Sif stood at the stern, her blue eyes fixed on the receding skyline of Oakhaven. She looked at Elara, a strange flicker of regret in her gaze.

"Give them a target they can't hit!" Jace’s ship, the Ghost Whisper, vanished. Not into smoke, but into a literal fold in reality. Using the Shadow-Silk sails, his vessel became a translucent smudge against the turquoise sea, reappearing a mile to the left and unleashing a volley of obsidian bolts that tore through the leading edge of the swarm. "Thane, bring us about! Hard to port!" I roared. Thane slammed his weight against the helm, the Obsidian Wing groaning as its Eclipse-Glass prow sliced through the air. "Elora, they’re charging the Needle-Beams! If they hit the deck, the heat will melt the masts!"

"It’s not Julian. It was never Julian." "The shipping tycoon?" Kian stepped closer, his jaw tightening as he snatched the cufflink from my hand. He held it up to the light, his eyes blowing out with a feral, protective rage. “The bastard who tried to buy you from your father?" "The very same," Cassian growled. He pulled out his tactical tablet, his fingers flying across the screen. "Vance’s overseas container ships just docked at the north harbor three hours ago. The timeline matches the break-in."

A single, high-speed signature was trailing them—not an Ouroboros ship, and not a pirate. "Julian," she said, her voice trembling. "Look at the ID tag on that ship. It’s a Thorne-Vance corporate yacht. It’s registered to... it’s registered to Leo." Julian stared at the screen. "He’s out. He must have used the chaos of the Ouroboros collapse to broker a deal with the feds." "Is he coming to help us?" Clara asked. "Or he's coming to finish what his mother started," Julian said, reaching for his weapon. "In this family, the blood either binds you or it drowns you. We’re about to find out which one it is for Leo."

Did this make him decide if he was ready to kill Connor? I forced my gaze to the landscape ahead. I really wanted to not be surprised anymore, and yet I was still easily capable. "Goddess's hell," I breathed, just as Kael said, "Goddess above…" In our defense, our shock was warranted, because not too far in the distance was the ocean shore, where a massive ship was docked. It was twice as large as the Galiot, and maybe because it was carrying an uncountable amount of cars rolling out of it via plank.

I stopped the car and looked at her. "Out," I said. "This isn't a house," Norah said. "It's mine," I said. I led her inside. The room had no windows. There were computer screens on the walls and a bed in the back. Elias was sitting at a table with a laptop. He looked at me. "The Kranes hit the south docks," Elias said. "The shipment?" I asked. "Burned," Elias said. "They left a message." He showed me a photo on his screen.

Clyde growls, his voice a subterranean vibration that makes the pebbles around the runner's fingers rattle. "The... the lower shipyards are already dark, Alpha," the runner stammers, his face pressed so hard into the mud his words are wet and muffled. "The Western captains... they didn't wait for your column to reach the shelf. When Malakai’s flagship returned empty, they didn't prepare the automated docks for a siege. They initialized the scorch-protocols." My heart skips a beat. I step past the line of iron shields, ignoring the warning growl that clicks in Clyde’s throat as I move to the front.