Klance Ship Novels & Stories

A large ship, anchored far off in the distance, its dark silhouette barely visible in the hot afternoon. "That's the ship," Louise said. "The shipment was supposed to be on board." "And now?" Luan asked. "Now it's gone," Louise said quietly. "Everything is gone." Luan's jaw tightened as he heard this "Let's go," he moved his hands signaling them to come along. Louise nodded and led them toward two speedboats that were waiting at the edge of the dock. Luan, Klevis, Louise, Boaz, and two other men climbed into the boats.

Then they turned one last corner, and the path opened. There, nestled between two towers of steel and shadow, was a sleek, midnight-black ship. Its chrome edges glinted beneath the floodlights, elegant and dangerous. A small ramp led up from the dock into a low, angular control deck, its windows tinted like obsidian. “Meet Princella,” Arika announced, her voice different now—almost reverent. “Isn’t she beautiful?” Lila stared, momentarily stunned. “You named your ship?” “I did.” Arika moved forward, fingers trailing the edge of the hull as if greeting an old friend. “After the only thing that ever made sense to me as a kid.”

Beside her stood Grand Marshal Vance, his grey eyes fixed on the massive shape looming in the dry-dock below. "She’s a beast, My Queen," Vance rasped, his voice cutting through the rhythmic, deafening clang of blacksmith hammers echoing from the lower furnaces. "We used the seasoned northern pine Craig’s clans harvested to line the internal ribbing, then sheeted the hull in four inches of rust-resistant iron plates. The shipwrights didn't believe a hull that heavy would float, but Commander Cheryl’s ballast magic is holding."

“Caleb is right. A defensive war is a slow execution. But Elara… we have a logistical nightmare. Normal wood rots the second it touches the Black Sea. Normal iron sinks. We don’t have a fleet that can carry thousands of wolves and Lycans across magically corrupted water.” I turned toward Vane, who was down the beach organizing the medical crews for the wounded Lycans. “Vane,” I called, letting the sharp, ringing authority of the crown carry. “My father’s archives. How did the ancient Lycans cross the Black Sea before the exile?” The towering commander froze. He slowly turned, that acidic green eye skimming away from mine for a heartbeat, then he bowed his head. “They didn’t build their own s

Mario asked, excitement flickering across his face. ​"There is a second warehouse," Chloe said, her eyes narrowing. "It’s an old cold-storage facility in the Brooklyn Navy Yard, disguised as a defunct meat-packing plant. It’s registered under a shell company called 'Apex Logistics.' And here’s the kicker: the Sovereign isn't the only ship. There are two high-speed transport vessels—the Valkyrie and the Wraith—that are trailing forty miles behind the main ship. They move without transponders. They dock at a private pier three miles north of the main terminal, exactly one hour after the Sovereign hits the port."

Several soldiers from Ten Thousand Armies led Kathleen, Jordan and Jarvis to board a helicopter. They flew to Lancaster port in the darkness of the night. At this time, a cargo ship full of grain sacks had already raised its anchor and was slowly leaving the port. The crew of this ship were all the most trusted members of Ito-Schulz Ocean Shipping Group. They received the order to set sail overnight, and that several important passengers would be boarding the ship at sea. Even if they were trustworthy, Autumn still kept them from having active contact from the new passengers. This was to ensure that they were kept in the dark about the passengers.

It always felt better to be around his kind. They parted ways respectfully, and as Kyle walked down the middle, they closed up the alley way again. Kyle approached the rear of the ship, hidden from the public. Several more of his kind stood by it, and when they saw him approaching, they immediately got to work. They lowered a huge ramp in the side of the hull, and began to wheel down an immense carton, boxed up in plywood. Ten men rolled the massive carton slowly down the ramp, down to the cobblestone sidewalk. Kyle came up to it.

Clayton got into the car after Nicole. Luca glanced at Clayton and was stunned for a few seconds before he started the engine. As the car drove farther, Clayton felt that something was wrong. When they were far away from the city center, Clayton finally could not help it and turned his head to look at Nicole. ...... Tyler’s ship was remodeled, so he could escape being tracked by the Medianian coast guard within the Medianian borders. His ship had its own special equipment to navigate the area. He was used to smuggling things, so it was nothing new to him.

Ghost answered. This was technically a private cruise, but Vance’s associates didn’t want to be tangled with this kind of muddle. I can’t even ponder how much lecture I would receive from Sloan because of this mess. “Cazzo…” Klaus raked his fingers through his hair, eyeing the door where we exited. “The water…” I mumbled silently, calculating where we were. I was trained to kill and escape, be invisible, but I don’t think Klaus is. He was brought up to face his enemies head-on.

Not from the predator. It was a hum. A single, resonant, harmonious note. A ship dropped out of a jump directly between us and the void-predator. It was the vessel we had seen once before, the one woven from a basket of light. Elara's ship. But it was not alone. Flanking it were a dozen other vessels—Kael's Stalwart Friend, now scarred and battle-hardened, and others we recognized from the freed worlds. Ships of crystal, of living wood, of solidified sound. The First Chapter.