Lumine Ships Novels & Stories

The envoy from the Sunlit pack arrived a week later, the envoy consisted of seven men and five women with the Alpha included. The Alpha George was a tall huge chunk of a man with bluish black hair that brought attentions to his fiery eyes. He had an intimidating aura surrounding him that screamed for submission. The Alpha Lucien, his son Damien and a few emissaries were present to welcome them. Though of smaller built than George, Lucien was no less intimidating with his pale white skin, cold blue eyes and well-proportioned muscles.

"We're out. We're actually out." "Look," Jun whispered. Elara wiped her eyes and looked at the long-range Aetheric-Scanner. They weren't alone in the dark. Emerging from the shadow of the moon, and rising from the far side of the planet, were hundreds of other White Ships. They were of different shapes and sizes—some looked like floating cathedrals of glass, others like jagged shards of obsidian—but they all shared the same Architectural-Lineage. "Are those... survivors?" Mina asked, her voice trembling.

Six months after the Collective’s arrival, the Federation had established formal diplomatic relations with twelve different Wanderer species. Trade agreements were signed. Cultural exchanges initiated. Our world was no longer isolated but part of a larger multiversal community. It was overwhelming and exciting in equal measure. “We have a delegation from the Luminae arriving tomorrow,” Celeste reported during a Council meeting. “They’re photonic beings. Exist partially as pure light. Protocols for hosting them are… complex.” “How complex?” Elder Marcus asked.

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

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.

"The Board didn't build the receiver's terminal to save the company. They built it to find out if the clone line could be used to override the state's military encryption. The Ambassador didn't bring you the contract to sign—he brought you here to activate the Targeting Baseline for the offshore cruisers." Through the small foundation window overlooking the lagoon, the gray dawn didn't show the real Lagos skyline anymore. It showed three massive, automated Vane-Global warships rising from the deep water of the shipping channel, their long, silver missile bays turning slowly toward the Scrapper Slums. The countdown timer on the digital billboard didn't hit zero; it shifted into a new, blood-r

Chapter 3: The search for HER 'The intended design for the latest ship in the Perini Navi shipyard is a trident which will stand at approximately 355 ft. This design is not just unique but has never been seen before. It is designed to have the flexibility to stand vertically instead of the routine ship's horizontal position. The transition of this ship from its horizontal to the vertical position should take about 30 minutes with the assurance of it being a sight to behold. This ship would pave the way for a new shipbuilding order.'

Tom sat at the table drumming his fingers. "Does anyone actually know how to work these computers other than Ellie?" The five people working the screen didn't look up. Jimmy crossed his arms over his chest. "Just give them time." "General, the ships are in place." "Good," Janice said, leaning over the tech's workstation. "Anyone have a status on the Alphas?" "They're closing in. The ships are taking them out now." "It looks like they are floating topside. Orders?"

The earth trembled as if it was too much to bear this group of elite lions. Then, they threw their arms in perfect order. In a split second, silver lights streaked across the dim void. This scene was like a meteor shower falling from the sky without warning. The silver flowing lights pierced through the void and the protective shield set up by the God's Palace Army. It pierced through the protective inscriptions of the black warships and cut huge holes in their ferocious black bodies. Clusters of sparks flashed. The giant ships began to shake and struggle like sharks being hit by steel spears.

"Smoke's clearing a bit to the west. Wait... ships. Lots of them. Ezra, confirm?" Ezra whistled low. "Holy crap. Lila's launching everything. Hybrid warships, at least thirty. Big ones with those weird glowing cannons. They're heading straight for Blackthorn waters." I strained my eyes against the glare. Sure enough, from our height the flee,t looked like a swarm of steel predators cutting through the waves far below. "She's going all in. Kenji, can you get us closer without being spotted? I need to see their formation."