Klance Ship Novels & Stories

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."

The merchant ship descended to a low altitude and immediately, a ship approached. A young man’s voice came from inside. “Hello, I am the navigator of this large trade zone. If you need anything, just ask me. I know this place very well.” Upon seeing the word ‘Central’ engraved on the other party’s ship, Marlee felt relieved. If they were another swindler like Willie, there would not be the word ‘Central’ on their ship. This was a means of transportation that only staff members recognized by the Central Sacred Continent officials could drive.

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.

The main map flashed a bright, warning amber as a single, ultra-high-velocity transponder signal split from the retreating Council fleet, hauling ass straight toward the northern lowland ridge. ​"It’s not a dreadnought," Leo warned, his voice tightening as he zoomed in on the tracking vector. "It’s a specialized, close-quarters tactical insertion shuttle. Stealth coatings are running at maximum capacity, but its trajectory isn't hitting our shield. It’s aiming directly for the old, unsealed Kane Group mining facility on the border of Sector 4." ​Vivian’s smile instantly vanished, her blue eyes narrowing into ice. "Commander Vane," she whispered.

I stood beside Klaus, eyeing at least ten boats on the stretch heading in our direction. “We do indeed,” Klaus stated, looking down at me rather calmly. This kind of situation gives him a thrill, while I, on the other hand, hated encounters like this. I had one target, and he’s the only one I had to kill. All the security we just annihilated was technically innocent in the job given to me, a bystander that got caught up in the line of fire just because they worked for Vance. “Speed boats?” questioned Klaus. “Already gone. Vance’s friends were out of there as fast as lightning,” Ghost answered.