Lumine Ships Novels & Stories

[The Cradle of Shadows] The Vane interceptor groaned as it banked sharply away from the Highlands Vault, its thrusters screaming in protest against the manual override. Below them, the fleet of black gunships—Lucien’s personal hounds—scattered like startled crows, their formation broken by the sudden, erratic maneuver of the courier ship.

The scene projected wasn't a memory; it was happening now. The black ships we had seen on the horizon had reached the shore. They weren't empty. They were packed with Shadows, not the ink-monsters from the woods, but people. Thousands of them. They were pale, translucent versions of everyone the Shop had ever 'audited' or deleted. The ships were docking at the base of the North-Point Lighthouse. "They aren't coming to fight," I realized, watching the wall. "They're coming to Checkout."

She needed to understand where his mind was—whether he saw her as an equal in this, or just someone to be paraded around for tradition’s sake. As the evening descended, the warm glow of the setting sun faded, casting the room in a soft twilight. Lune sat on the edge of her bed, still lost in thought, when there was a knock on the door. Before she could respond, the door opened, and a stream of staff members entered, each carrying beautifully wrapped packages, luxurious shopping bags, and delicate boxes.

The Sovereign Fleet As the last piece of the code clicked into place the VALE_09 engine showed a detailed map on the library's screens. The North Atlantic area, which had been the focus of their fight for the three years, was completely dark.. The Pacific Rim was lit up with dozens of green nodes. Elena's eyes got wide as she sorted out the hidden assets into a list of what was most important: The Shadow Fleet: More than forty big cargo ships operating out of Singapore with no visible connection to the Vane company.

Lights along its hull glowed softly, reflecting on the calm sea. The ship was far bigger than she'd imagined. "Is that the ship?" Alina asked quietly. Adrian followed her gaze. "Yes. That's the one that'll take you." The SUV stopped not far from the foot of the pier. The door opened. The night air hit Alina's face at once—cold, salty, mixed with the soft crash of waves against the dock pilings. Adrian got out first, then helped Alina out. The moment her feet touched the wooden planks of the pier, Alina could see the ship's form more clearly. Not an ordinary yacht. Three visible decks, large windows with drawn curtains, and a small flag fluttering gently on the main mast—an emblem she didn't

She pulled herself over the rusted railing, collapsing onto the metal grating of the maintenance walkway just as Julian drew his suppressed sidearm, his silver eyes scanning the shadows of the darkened deck. ​The ship was eerily quiet. Apart from the thunderous roar of the diesel engines churning deep within the hold, there were no signs of life on the open decks. Silas Vane’s maritime front company didn't employ standard sailors; the vessel was automated, operated by a skeleton crew of cybernetic technicians and a localized network of defensive security systems. ​"The main communications shack is directly beneath the bridge structure," Lyra said, her voice shaking from the freezing cold as

Each ship was a replica of the vanguard's muscle: double-hulled northern pine sheeted in four-inch armor plates, powered by stabilized Abyssal cores, and armed with the pneumatically pressurized, moon-gem harpoon batteries that had shattered the Western Kings’ vanguard. Over twenty thousand Lycan sailors—a seamless integration of Frost-Tooth scouts, Bloodmoon warriors, and capital guard enforcers—stood at rigid attention along the iron decks. They had traded their forest-tracking leathers for heavy, salt-resistant oilskins. They had learned a new language of knots, pressure gauges, and steam valves.

The ship, which Thomas had already named the Vane-Thorne, was a shimmering, iridescent teardrop of translucent stone, its hull pulsing with the same indigo-gold light as the Marianna Root. ​"It doesn't have an engine, Mama," Thomas said, his voice coming through the resonance-link. He was standing beneath the desert canopy, his hand resting on the growing hull. "It has a Core-Sync. It doesn't fight gravity; it rides the 'Resonance-Waves' between the Earth and the L1 Lagrange point. It’s a ship made of 'Presence.'"

Ramon then clicks again on the satellite's setting to stream it live on the location. Richard still silence. He needs to think faster. "There!" Yu Lin, Richard, and Cyrus look at the screen. It showed 3 warships on the sea but the haze and climate make it a bit difficult to recognize the ship. "That is one problem, but we have another one." Yu Lin speaks. He then show the code that he just decodes it. "What is it?" Richard asked. He rub his forehead a little. This case seems bigger than what he thought.