Miraculous Ships Novels & Stories

“Isn’t your friend’s ship good enough?” “Yes and no,” Lucifer replied. “I was only really allowed to use it to break you out. More importantly, we can’t use it to hide or run with. It’s too... conspicuous. Every Peacekeeper’s gonna keep an eye out for it.” The two of them went up and down the shipyard and looked at the dozen or so ships on the landing pads. There weren’t too many to begin with, but certainly enough for them to choose through. More than half of them were single-seater craft, and were automatically out of the running.

"Show me." The captain bowed and started walking fast ahead. We didn't have to go too far because he pointed at a large residential apartment complex partially on fire and I saw the giant letters spray painted in red. "Death to the Moon Goddess vessel." I read the large text.

The sight of the "Great Hunger’s" main fleet was not a collection of ships, but a literal darkening of the stars. They moved in a jagged, crystalline formation, their hulls composed of the same light-eating obsidian that had plagued the Moon. Against the backdrop of the deep void, they looked like shards of a broken mirror reflecting a world that no longer existed.

But after saying that, the Supreme Frostwind took out a piercing boat, and this pierced the boat Tadhg Walter returned to pass, which was the previous peaceful riding competition. And the others, also took out the existence that passed through the boat. Among them, the most special thing is that the Demon Venerable Demon passed through the boat, was an existence with the appearance of a dry house, looking at it, people immediately felt the terror of the dark. Moonlight Elite Cultivatorerpent one piece light golden hull, very beautiful and majestic, of course, the Noble Potentate Human Alliance is a Light Elemental Ascension, his ship is even more a ray of light, like a Holy Light cocoon of s

"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.

"Only a thousand more to go." "We don't have time for a thousand villages, Eryx," I said, looking at the Golden Gate on the horizon. "The Blood-Lords were just the vanguard. The Fourteen Thrones are empty, but the High Council of the East is still holding the keys to the Eternal Noon". Suddenly, a shadow fell over Aethel-Gard. It wasn't a cloud, and it wasn't a titan. It was a Mirror-Ship—a vessel made of the same silver-glass as the Spire, but its sails were made of woven human hair.

“She’s free.” The Auditor exhaled deeply. “The Mirror’s gone. The ship is safe.” But the ship stirred again, a new sound echoing. Not the familiar hum of machinery. A knocking. Knock. Knock. Knock. It came from outside, from the emptiness of space. June stood and cradled Hope. She walked to the big window. The Mirror was gone, but outside, a fleet of ships hovered—ancient, not from Earth. Built from bone and gold, covered in green vines like June’s tattoo.

The mother ship is easily casted away by the ships of Xylos. ON MIRANA’S SHIP “Where are they!?” Mirana ask “My queen they have travelled away,” Allegra said “What do you mean travelled away?” Mirana ask “The ships in Xylos have covered them,” Allegra said Mirana is angry about this and she ordered her vessels to attack Xylos. They are now fighting but Xylos is very powerful when it comes to technology and weapons. The half of the mother ship was almost destroyed this make Mirana fall back.

"We have a situation at the southern border outposts. Three hours ago, a fleet of dreadnoughts breached the southern mist-barrier of our territorial waters. They do not fly the banners of the southern rogue factions, nor do they carry the sigils of any known shifter pack on this continent." Aurelia stepped forward, her golden eyes narrowing. "Commander, describe their ships." "They're enormous, of petrified black mahogany, reinforced with crimson steel," Marcus reported, jaw clenched. "Their sails are pitch black, woven with blood-red crests depicting a serpent coiled around a eclipsed sun. They have dropped anchor in the Bay of Whispers, and their envoy is already marching up the King's Roa

I screamed to the pack. ​We threw ourselves from the Bridge as the spire began to crumble into petals and dust. As we fell, the Sky-Wolves dove from the clouds, catching the exhausted infantry in mid-air. I looked back and saw the Mother-Hive hit the Great Ocean. It didn't explode in a fireball; it hit with a massive, bioluminescent splash. ​As the steam cleared, I saw it: the ship had become a new continent. A massive, green, pulsing island of life sitting in the middle of a dead sea—a sanctuary made from the bones of a war machine.