Platonic Ship Novels & Stories

Not from the predator. It was a hum. A single, resonant, harmonious note. A ship dropped out of a jump directly between us and the void-predator. It was the vessel we had seen once before, the one woven from a basket of light. Elara's ship. But it was not alone. Flanking it were a dozen other vessels—Kael's Stalwart Friend, now scarred and battle-hardened, and others we recognized from the freed worlds. Ships of crystal, of living wood, of solidified sound. The First Chapter.

“The WING craft was designed to handle tidal distortion. It is… appropriate.” Solaris glared at him. “You agreed to the design when it was theoretical.” “I am still agreeing,” Lunaris replied serenely. Noctis chuckled. “As am I.” Solaris exhaled slowly. “You will have one ship. One.” Her gaze pinned Alessia. “And you will not get yourself killed inside it.” Alessia’s expression didn’t shift. “I won’t.” Kael added quietly, “She’s not allowed.” Selene smiled. “See? She has a very dedicated leash.” Kael shot her a murderous look. “Keep talking.”

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.

Everyone dies if we resist. Simple math." "That's not math. That's brainwashing." "Call it what you want. I'm alive, you're alive, the children are alive. That's better than Blake Thompson's assault team that would have killed half of us in the crossfire." The ship shuddered. We'd stopped. Docking with the platform. Through the observation periscope , Catherine saw an enormous structure three levels of steel and concrete rising from the ocean, helicopter pads, communication towers, everything needed for long

Mario asked, excitement flickering across his face. ​"There is a second warehouse," Chloe said, her eyes narrowing. "It’s an old cold-storage facility in the Brooklyn Navy Yard, disguised as a defunct meat-packing plant. It’s registered under a shell company called 'Apex Logistics.' And here’s the kicker: the Sovereign isn't the only ship. There are two high-speed transport vessels—the Valkyrie and the Wraith—that are trailing forty miles behind the main ship. They move without transponders. They dock at a private pier three miles north of the main terminal, exactly one hour after the Sovereign hits the port."

The launch of the Oakhaven’s Reach was not the fire-and-fury spectacle of a Macro-verse rocket. It was a Phasing Event. The ship, a sleek needle of silver-moss and shimmering graphene, didn't sit on a launchpad. It sat in the center of the cooling tower, anchored by the collective focus of a million "Glitched" souls. As Julian integrated his consciousness into the ship’s core, the entire vessel began to vibrate at a frequency that made the surrounding air look like liquid glass.

“We checked it thoroughly, there is literally no space for any instruments to slide between her skin and the metal. We can't cut through the top, it is super thin and we can't make where the metal ends and skin starts. Apart from it, everything is absolutely fine with her.” They sure cant. This isn't a simple shackle, this cant be. Aeric and I trace the shackle with our fingers, our skin bouncing on the little unknown words engraved on the shackle. Four different lines of words, going around in circles, reunifying in themselves. I take a closer look as if the alien language will reveal itself, probably, speak to us. In this lifetime, I have learned more language than necessary. Some for busi

"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.

Then, space tore open. It wasn't a fleet of crude, mechanical spaceships. It was a terrifying display of divine geometry. Bursting out of the warp-fold were hundreds of massive, flawlessly smooth, golden vessels. They were shaped like perfect pyramids and elongated diamonds, radiating a blinding, holy light that illuminated the dark side of Pluto. At the center of the armada was a flagship so colossal it made The Sovereign look like a hunting hound facing down a leviathan. It was a perfect, golden sphere, surrounded by rotating rings of pure white energy.

“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.