Novel Ship Novels & Stories

Jason opened his mouth to respond, but before he could speak, Mia’s voice cut through gently but firm. “There’s a ship,” she said, looking between the Elders and Jason. “Fourteen day cruise. It departs from Adelaide, loops through New Zealand, then the top of Australia, and ends in Bali before returning. You’d be off pack lands, out of reach of duty, and… maybe closer to fate.” Nathan crossed his arms, glancing at Jason. "Wouldn’t kill us to relax. Just once." Jason sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ll think about it.”

"Well. That was a mess." Damien winced. "Not over yet." Lena moved. In the distance, there was a flash of lights. Black SUVs waiting for them. Lena's heart tightened. There was no escape. Then Noah said, "There's one." They looked at him. He nodded past the docks. A cargo ship loomed in the distance, preparing to leave port. Its engines roared, its hull looming like a giant over the black. Lena understood in an instant. Damien frowned. "You want to stow away on that monstrosity?"

During one of their first few nights in the vast open water, Nero saw, or imagined he saw, a vessel standing for them under a press of sail, as though it would run them down. Luna in particular affirmed that it was the ship that once sank due to a storm, and that it must certainly be it, or at least it was its the apparition. According from what she heard, there was once a ship that was lost off the {Cape of Good Hope, change the name}, and every soul on board perished. Wasting no time, the cats approached their masters to report this sighting. As they ran as fast as their four stubby legs could take them, they cried to their fellow members.

I screeched, gripping his wrist with both hands and trying to pull away from him. "No can do." He pushed me up the stairs in front of him as we ascended to the upper desk. I opened my mouth to protest further but was quickly stunned into silence at the sight before me. It was incredible, something out of a fairytale. A massive man-of-war ship was rocking in the waves only yards from the smaller cruise ship that had been my ride to port in Valoria. Its size was nearly triple in comparison to my boat, stretching four stories out of the water with sails that would have covered the length of my boat twice over. Though it looked vintage, its sails were clearly just for show, as it was powered by

I said. "Good, we then need to rest," Maltida said and went inside. I looked up at the sky and wondered what next is to come. "Look a ship!" Some of the villagers close to the shore were crying out. The news later reached me and I went along with some of my executives to go check it out. It was indeed a ship and not just any type of ship but a battle ship. I looked at the ship and I saw the symbol, the symbol of Kingslanding standing out.

They formed new and flew in a narrow curve back to the floating island, directly to the large wooden airship, which is still always hanging in the mast network. “They go back!” Nova called and put her kinetic pistol frustrated back into the halter. “If you could still play a bit.” “They don’t move back, Nova,” I said while I didn’t take a look at the huge airship could turn off. The ship on the net had solved its sails. The hundreds of small wind turbines his flanks began to turn rapidly, and the slim, wooden Hull shoved majestic out of the ropes. It stopped right on us. It was

"Kaelor, look at the signatures of the ships above." "What am I looking at?" "They aren't Aethelgard ships. Those are Navia hulls. Steam-engines and salvaged iron." Aradaa’s heart sank. "It’s the humans. A 'New Republic.' They aren't trying to claim the ship... they’re trying to kill the 'Beast in the Deep.' They’re afraid of us." "Those are our people!" Kaelor shouted. "Why are they dropping fire on our heads?" A new signal pulsed on the sonar—a familiar, sharp encryption.

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.

It just looked medieval and normal on the outside, in the inside it was modern. “Does that ship really capable of killing a Tier 4 Monsters on their own, Sire President?..”.(Army Knight Division Major Fontana De Ark) “It is…see that big guns on the front and back deck of that Coastal Patrol ships?..”. “Yes, I can see that…”.(Army Knight Division Major Fontana De Ark)

Did this make him decide if he was ready to kill Connor? I forced my gaze to the landscape ahead. I really wanted to not be surprised anymore, and yet I was still easily capable. "Goddess's hell," I breathed, just as Kael said, "Goddess above…" In our defense, our shock was warranted, because not too far in the distance was the ocean shore, where a massive ship was docked. It was twice as large as the Galiot, and maybe because it was carrying an uncountable amount of cars rolling out of it via plank.