Lumine Ships Novels & Stories

"One hour is all we need. I’m going with the first wave." "Elora, no," Thane started, but he saw the look in my eyes and stopped. He knew that the Eclipse Sovereign didn't lead from the rear. We launched under the cover of a moonless sky. The water of the bay was black and glassy, the only sound the soft lap of waves against the shadow-silk muffled hulls. As we approached the Jade perimeter, the bone-white ships loomed out of the fog like the ribcages of dead leviathans. They were beautiful, even in their broken state, glowing with a faint, dying amber light.

I said, sharper than I intended. Romano’s eyes flicked to me, then to my chest… Yes, my cleavage. His eyes stopped there, and when he spoke, his voice carried an easy confidence. Eyes on my cleavage while he spoke? I felt so uneasy. But I kept that strictness in my composure. “Romano Holdings is moving to expand beyond traditional shipping. Cargo is dull. Predictable. Saturated.” He leaned forward slightly, his hands steepled. “We want to create something disruptive. A fleet of luxury liners… floating palaces. Ships designed for the ultra-rich: suites larger than mansions, casinos, theatres, sky decks, spas, and even private helicopter pads. Not just travel, but an experience no hotel on lan

"Then let's show them what happens when the prey starts hunting back." ​On the horizon, the lights of a hundred bounty-hunter ships began to rise, their sensors locked onto the amber glow of the Vane pack.

Elara didn’t remember leaving the mansion, only the feeling that if she stayed another second staring at Damon’s emails, she would suffocate. The numbers printed beneath the photo pulled her here. Coordinates. A location. A message that wasn’t meant for her but somehow demanded her presence. Lumine Bay’s industrial harbor stretched ahead under a gray, unsettled sky. Cargo cranes loomed like metal giants, and rows of abandoned shipping containers sat stacked in uneven lines. Wind whipped at her coat, carrying the sharp scent of salt and rust.

"That’s hundreds of ships. Cargo, cruise liners, private yachts..." "Filter it," I snap. "Filter by arrival and departure. I want a ship that arrived just before we did and left the day after the photo was taken. And then," I lean in, placing my hands on the desk. "I want to know which of those ships is in New York right now." Wong’s fingers fly across the keyboard. The clatter of the keys is the only sound in the room. The list on the screen populates. It’s long. MSC Divina. Maersk Alabama. Cosco Shipping Pisces.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Three black tactical ships emerged from the fog, their searchlights cutting through the dark like white knives. "Gone," Leo whispered again, his eyes reflecting the red glow of the flare.

A warning. I grip the railing harder, heart pounding. The cargo ship looms ahead, massive and slow, vulnerable. And then—floodlights blaze from the starboard side. Another vessel emerges from the dark. Sleek, black, marked with a single insignia. The Vitale crest. I exhale, part relief, part dread. The new ship surges between the cargo and the attackers. Its guns roar, tearing into the speedboats with terrifying precision. Engines sputter, hulls splinter, screams cut through the air. Within minutes, the would-be raiders are retreating, limping into the night.

On the 88th floor of Thorne Enterprise, Mavric sat at his wide desk, staring at the wall of screens displaying global market charts. He wore no suit jacket; his black shirt was rolled up to his elbows, revealing his toned forearms and a luxury watch that vibrated continuously, receiving reports from brokers. "Sir, we have acquired 22% of Lumiere's floating shares," reported Leo Vance as he rushed in. "Julian Lumiere is trying to secure a bailout from a consortium of banks in Paris, but we have already blocked their access." "Buy everything," Mavric said without shifting his gaze. His voice was cold and merciless.

C​LAIR SH‌IPPING DE​CLARES 'H‍O⁠STILE INTENT'. "H‍e is⁠ hittin‌g us ev⁠erywher​e‌," Lore⁠nzo said. "He is burning down my wareho⁠use​s. H‍e is hijacking my ships. He i‍s‍ bleeding my‍ company dry." I looked up​, shocked. "Because of me?"⁠