Klance Ship Novels & Stories

She stood directly before the console, her hands flat on the edge of the quartzite desk, her body leaning into the blue glare of the security monitors. "They aren't federal authorities," Jade stated, her voice dropping into that chillingly flat, analytical register that always signaled her brain was operating at absolute peak processing speed. "The vehicles are unmanifested. The license plates are registered to a defunct maritime equipment leasing firm that dissolved during the 2012 restructuring. This is an active corporate extraction team, Lucian. Eleanor didn't wait for the debt covenants to clear; she sent a clean-up crew to pull the physical servers directly from the ship's bulkhead the

His gray coat was torn, face stained with dust and blood, but as he passed, he stopped. He eyed me, a cynical chuckle slipping from his busted lips. "You think you won, Mrs. King?" Vance sneered, bitterness dripping from every word. "You think taking down Lawrence Brooks stops the clock? The shipment isn’t headed for Asia. Never was." I stepped in front of him, feet bleeding, chin up, fire in my eyes that froze the marshals holding him. "Where’s the ship going, Vance?"

The Aethelstan sliced through the black, still waters of the Solent, a strip of teak polished to a shine and brass that glittered like the night stars under a dome of aloof sky. It was a ship of raw, uncompromised power and elegance, a statement of the empire Robert Clarkson had created for himself with his own hard work. Every bolt, every curve, every soft murmur of the engine vibrated with the testimony of his triumph. It had been his sanctuary, his floating fortress, the refuge to which he went back when the city world became too cacophonous, too complex.

The tailored charcoal suit that had once commanded respect in Manhattan boardrooms was torn at the knees, caked in coastal mud and gravel. Every few seconds, the ship lurked violently as Vane cleared the coastal cliffside, forcing Lucian to grab onto the metal tie-down rings to keep from sliding across the deck. His manicured hands were raw and bleeding from where he had scraped them against the stones while begging for Maya's mercy.

Quill's POV “The Shadow Clan has taken your girls in their ship,” Narok started. “And that ship that is called the Crimson Tide. It rarely stays in port for more than two days before disappearing into the sea once more.” “This means that we need to act fast if we are going to have any hope of catching up with the ship,” I told Alpha Robert. I listened carefully to Narok's words, making sure to commit them to memory. “Finally! We have something to work with,” Sir said as we kept listening to Narok.

She had yet to meet such a regiment. “Captain Likaya” The Colonel called, “Yes sir.” She piped, snapping out of her personal musings. “Lictor Squad will be taking a Steam Boat through Keleesi River. We’ve modified the ship to carry both of your Gearbanes. The craft leaves at 0900, tomorrow. Have your squad ready by then. Dismissed.”

It just looked medieval and normal on the outside, in the inside it was modern. “Does that ship really capable of killing a Tier 4 Monsters on their own, Sire President?..”.(Army Knight Division Major Fontana De Ark) “It is…see that big guns on the front and back deck of that Coastal Patrol ships?..”. “Yes, I can see that…”.(Army Knight Division Major Fontana De Ark)

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"Two vessels. High speed. They’re coming out of the commercial shipping lanes to our starboard." Elara grabbed a pair of digital binoculars and looked behind them. Two sleek, grey interceptors were cutting through the waves, their bows throwing up massive plumes of white water that caught the moonlight. They didn't have the Thorne crest or any official markings. They were blacked out—the Vanguard’s elite "Clean-up" crew.

The Ship was heading towards the side of the cliff. "Jacob the wheel!" She yelled to him and he instantly snapped into action. He grabbed a hold of the wheel just in time and yanked the ship away from the cliff side as the ship began to scratch against it. Everyone on the ship lost footing and toppled over but Jacob. Hitting the deck floor Danica glanced around at the chaos trying to get her footing back. Standing she scanned the ship onces more, there was no sign of more tentacles or a monster. “How many tentacles?” She heard Kaleb ask.