Moonwater Ship Novels & Stories

Drake shook his head and said, "Let them learn their own lesson." Calvert nodded, and then the two of them quickly took off, slinking away like beaten dogs. Not long after they left, another void passage appeared in the sky outside Grandiuno Sacred Land. Within the passage, a massive treasure ship slowly emerged. The entire body of the treasure ship emanated a silver-white metallic luster, resembling a crescent moon hanging high in the sky. The superior-quality spiritual treasure aura it emitted caused the sky for several miles around to be enveloped in moonlight, stimulating the frenzied growth of vegetation on the ground. Hanging from the mast at the bow of the ship was a large inscription

Tenny rattled off with a huge amount of enthusiasm. “No, I’m not going,” Santiago was barely hearing Tenny’s voice as he strained to focus his ears on the words that the lush, pink lips were saying on the screen. “This club is kickin’. It is absolutely chock full of young, delicious co-eds and get this…they have to come wearing a bikini top or they can’t get in!” Tenny Rodriguez was a werewolf just like Santiago and they’d known each other their whole lives. Even though Tenny was from another pack, they'd always gotten along and his friend didn't hold it against him when he'd abandoned his ancient duty for a relatively human existence.

Sat back on his heels. "I'm a werewolf, Elara." I laughed. Couldn't help it. The sound was hysterical. Wrong. "Werewolves don't exist." "You just watched me kill three men with my bare hands." "That doesn't mean…" "Look at me." I looked. His eyes flashed gold. Just for a second. Just long enough to prove I wasn't insane. The laugh died in my throat. "Oh God."

Mia whispered, standing on the capstan with her hand pointing over the port railing. Through the black mist, the horizon was no longer flat. The deep margin was a chaotic landscape of unfinished concepts—massive, floating blocks of un-carved marble, rivers of liquid silver that ran without banks, and fragments of ancient, handwritten drafts that drifted through the dark like broken icebergs. And there, stuck fast in the middle of a floating reef made of frozen punctuation marks, was another vessel. The Derelict Draft The blue ship glided to a halt beside the reef, its wooden hull scraping against a massive, crystalline question mark that rose twenty feet out of the black water.

"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.

"Focus up. Jinx, get your head in the game. We need that money." THE MISSION: THE DARK WATERS The simulation loaded. The transition was wet and cold. They spawned on the deck of a high-tech destroyer ship, battered by a violent storm. The waves were forty feet high, crashing over the bow. Rain lashed against their armor, blurring their vision. "Target at 12 o'clock!" Tank roared. "It's huge! It's bigger than the Citadel!" Rising from the black water was a massive shape. Tentacles the size of skyscrapers thrashed in the air, slamming into the ocean with the force of bombs. Glowing red eyes burned in the mist.

The water roiled and hissed, threatening to crash down and crush them all. "I am Saoirse of the Silver Branch," she announced, her voice amplified by the tunnel of water. "I broke the God-Shell. I burned the Throne. And if you touch him, I will snap this ship in half like a dry twig." She glared at Vane. "Do you want to sell us, Captain? Or do you want to keep your ship?" Vane stared at the water hovering above his head. He looked at the violet fire burning in Saoirse’s eyes.

Trevor: What ship do I use? Bob: the unarmed vessel we captured, DJS Chernov. A freighter the size of a destroyer, stealth capabilities too... It is a smuggler's ship. DIANA will be moved to that interface... together with a copy of your captain's chair. Take the file with you...

Mj shivered slightly as the sun descended behind the treeline, causing the air to take on the bite of night when Jay reached over and rubbed her arms, “you cold little sister?” Mj smiled up at her brother and shook her head, “Nah, just a chill” she said as she glanced out into the water she noticed a cluster of strange orbs bobbing above the surface and as she studied them, she realized they were almost lit up from within. Mj moved to the side of the boat and began to lean out when Moxie grabbed her arm and slowly pulled her away from the edge, “careful now, gators are sneaky,” Mj twisted to look at her brother, and he winked. Mj looked out over the water in awe, the horizon seemed to blur w

The stone didn't shatter; it dissolved into a mist of pure, breathable energy that turned the surrounding air into a shimmering shield. "If the other Arks want our home, they'll have to come through the mud to get it!" The First Arrival As the sun set, a massive shadow fell over the valley. It wasn't the Lotus-ship of the Vance-Core, and it wasn't the obsidian monolith of the Hunters. It was a rusted, hulking beast of a ship—Ark-12: The Penitent.