Novel Ship Novels & Stories

The merchant ship descended to a low altitude and immediately, a ship approached. A young man’s voice came from inside. “Hello, I am the navigator of this large trade zone. If you need anything, just ask me. I know this place very well.” Upon seeing the word ‘Central’ engraved on the other party’s ship, Marlee felt relieved. If they were another swindler like Willie, there would not be the word ‘Central’ on their ship. This was a means of transportation that only staff members recognized by the Central Sacred Continent officials could drive.

Wynn had never seen such a big golden cruise ship, not even on the internet. At this moment, Lydia also got out of the car with Mila in her arms. When she saw the scene in front of her, she was really shocked. She had long known that Philip was not a simple person but she did not expect it to be to this extent! What sort of family background would it take to deserve battleship escort treatment? Mila got down from Lydia’s arms and ran to Philip and Wynn. She clambered into Wynn’s arms, pointed at the golden cruise ship, tilted her head, and asked curiously, “Mom, what kind of ship is that? It's so big.”

Then they turned one last corner, and the path opened. There, nestled between two towers of steel and shadow, was a sleek, midnight-black ship. Its chrome edges glinted beneath the floodlights, elegant and dangerous. A small ramp led up from the dock into a low, angular control deck, its windows tinted like obsidian. “Meet Princella,” Arika announced, her voice different now—almost reverent. “Isn’t she beautiful?” Lila stared, momentarily stunned. “You named your ship?” “I did.” Arika moved forward, fingers trailing the edge of the hull as if greeting an old friend. “After the only thing that ever made sense to me as a kid.”

[Two Months Later] Max took a deep breath as she climbed down the narrow little stairs and closed the trapdoor behind her. It was eleven o'clock on a weeknight. Another cargo ship had arrived in the port of Norsethorne earlier that day, and in two more it would depart for Novenhrad. It was always the same process: the ship docked, and after two intense weeks at sea, the crew went straight to the inn to drink. The ship was left completely unguarded—because really, who would be crazy enough to rob a business that brought so much income to the town?

The blue ship didn't fall; it remained suspended, its cedar hull resting on a sea of pure, unwritten text that stretched out into a third horizon where the light wasn't amber or violet, but the brilliant, blinding gold of an early morning sun. Standing on the white horizon directly ahead of our bow, waiting for us at the very top of the new page, was a single, massive iron milestone. And carved into the metal, in a raw, un-optimized hand that had been written with a simple piece of charcoal, was the first line of our new destination: "VOLUME 10, PAGE 1: THE REGISTRATION OF THE REMAINING CORES." From the deck of the blue ship, Mia looked up at the new sky, her small hand reaching out to catch

He rubbed his face to get the irritation out of his system. Clara felt anxious. A fire on one of the shipping vessels could not be avoidable if they really were accidents, but Navio was a top-of-the-line shipping company. According to the news, they had sophisticated systems to avoid these kinds of things from happening, but an explosion and a fire spelled disaster. It made her hope they had an excellent security system in place so it won’t be hard for Sebastian to find the culprit.

I was the only one not from another realm and a pure bloodline would make the strongest kingdom. If that was true or made up, I didn't care. Apart from eyes on my back every single second, they left me alone. It was almost as if he was selling me to his staff already. Walking arm in arm with Luzo, we ended up at the building place for the ships. Willa her excitement couldn't handle walking slowly and she instead took to running around the ships with hyper energy. Twenty ships lined one wall. Enormous ships, taller than houses, each brand new with cannons pointing at every angle. The new king of Envy would sail with these ships back to his realm.

“Aylessio’s side.” Aylessio? What? She stared at me expectantly, wiggling her eyebrows teasingly. Rebecca and Artemy. Aylessio. Her ship name for us. I let out a laugh when realization dawned to me. She really wasn’t giving up. “Don’t laugh. This ship is not sinking, you hear me? It has sailed and will keep sailing! It’s not sinking under my watch.” She narrowed her eyes at me, but her tone had taken a teasing lilt now.

“Yeah, just trust me. I already know this world for a long time, and it is your mother’s creation anyway so let me remind you that she won’t create something that can hurt you.” “But I couldn’t stop thinking about the black hole…” As The8 was about to hush her, Asphalt and Code Nine jumped in as soon as the systematic door opened. Waggling their tails, they came forward with a news that made the other two halt, “The8, Xiao, the ship is under attack!”

And I was excited about it. # Can we think of a ship name for this two? I would like you to drop it in the comments please!