Klance Ship Novels & Stories

"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."

that could fry a man’s nervous system before he saw the first wave. Jade and Caspian stood on the deck of the Acheron, a repurposed Dividend stealth-frigate that Aris Thorne had managed to keep hidden in a dry dock in New Jersey. The ship was a jagged silhouette of radar-absorbent carbon fiber, looking more like a shark made of obsidian than a vessel of mercy.

She threw over her shoulders at Ryan, who was still transfixed in shock. KuLaa's ship was so big and had three stories of living quarters before getting to the engine house and storage. The stage thing about it was that the shop looked bigger inside than outside. Alice pointed out that this was because KuLaa had enchanted the ship with a magic spell that created more space within the ship.

From the clouds above, thirty modified Black Hawk helicopters, emblazoned with a matte-black rose insignia, tore through the sky. The red targeting lasers of anti-ship missiles locked onto Landon's fleet. Below them, on the sea's surface, a hundred depth charges breached the water simultaneously. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Landon’s private navy didn't even have time to mobilize. They were vaporized in a spectacular inferno of fire and steel. Skylar turned back to Landon, whose smile had finally, utterly vanished. "So sorry, 'Master,'" she purred, her voice sweet as poisoned honey. "But I decided to borrow your contingency plans. And improve upon them."

“Kessler… I’ve heard that name before.” “Where?” Alex asked. “Grandpa’s old shipping manifests,” she said. “Kessler Shipping. Partnered with Dickson Shipping in the 90s. Dissolved after a ‘disagreement.’” Reyes nodded. “That’s our guy.” They checked into the safe house: a small apartment above a bakery that smelled like bread and rain. At 10:00 p.m., Alicia sat at the kitchen table with the folder Robert gave her. Alex made tea. Neither of them talked much.

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He walked over to my desk, sliding a mug of hot coffee next to my monitors. "I don't have time to rest, Zero," I replied without looking up, my eyes scanning a manifested shipping ledger belonging to Thorne Industries. "Kai is finalizing his logistics network with the Vance syndicate next month to secure their corporate alliance. If I don't intercept their first major shipment at the docks tonight, they'll become completely untouchable."

He pulled her out into the storm, the freezing rain immediately stinging her face and pinning her dark curls to her cheeks. The physical strength of the wind was immense, but Julian didn't stagger. He pulled her flush against his side, shielding her body with his larger frame as he guided her toward the shadow of a massive, rusting cargo ship—the Gorgon, flying a faded Panamanian flag. Under the blinding floodlights of the pier, a dozen men in dark oilskins were frantically operating heavy forklifts, moving unmanifested wooden crates into the belly of the ship. Standing at the base of the gangway, shouting orders over the roar of the wind, was Dominic Vance.

Phil hastened. Alec thought about that. This ship is built solely for commercial purposes, devoid of any battle defenses. It will go down without a fight. Well, from what he gathered from the scene outside, the battle in the skies is still ensuing but they won't be able to do anything save try to drive the attackers away. "Alright, don't wait for me, Phil. Go ahead and I will follow suit" Alec told Phil. "No. I am coming back. I still have to look for Kinski. I am not leaving the ship until I find her."

VANE: ANG TRAIDOR SA LIWANAG ​Sa gitna ng kanilang pagkamangha, isang malakas na pagyanig ang naganap. Ang kisame ng hall ay nabutas at mula roon ay bumaba ang anim na tactical ships ng "Project Icarus." ​Si Dr. Aris Vane ay lumabas mula sa pangunahing barko, suot ang isang armor na gawa sa ginto at itim na chrome. Sa kanyang kamay ay hawak niya ang "Icarus Lance"—isang device na kayang humigop ng memorya at DNA sa isang iglap.