Pomni X Jax Ship Novels & Stories

Its vast deck gleamed with what appeared to be thousands of mirrored panels catching the sunrise. "Is that...." "RISING EX WIFE. My company's first fully solar-powered cargo vessel." Pride shimmered in Alexander's voice. "She dropped anchor twenty minutes ago after her maiden voyage from Rotterdam. Zero emissions. Zero fossil fuels." Camille stared at the vessel, understanding immediately what this meant for their Phoenix Grid project. "You didn't tell me it was ready." "Some surprises are worth keeping." A pause. "Get dressed. I'm sending a helicopter to the roof in thirty minutes. Bring shoes you don't mind getting wet."

I gave the driver the instructions, and then we all boarded the catamaran. “Wow, this is fancy,” Amelie exclaimed. “Only the best for you, kitten,” I advised. “We have the whole vessel to ourselves as well.” “Hey, everyone, my name is Cousin Jake. I’m the first mate here on the catamaran,” a tanned blonde man spoke. “Hi, Cousin Jake,” everyone responded. “Excellent, we have a responsive group today,” Jake laughed. “I’d like to welcome you and let you know exactly what we’re going to be doing today. Our captain today is Akoni. Everyone, say hi to Cousin Akoni.”

JAX: The despicable shit I killed didn't inform me that he had his filthy minions waiting outside. Workers and trainees at the pack house started to emerge, perhaps thinking the threat had passed. Among them were trainees and three seasoned fighters I recognized, who joined me in attacking the rogues outside the pack house.

The voice came from Private Roxer, who was at the ship’s front. “Report Private” responded Froster. “Sir! Vessel ahead.” “Lieutenant, I see it too.” added Wriixer. Likaya exited the galley and headed out front. It was at least a kilometer away, but the vessel was indeed a steamboat with its paddles modified for marsh travel.

"I was captain of a sinking ship. You're the one who taught me how to sail." They stood on the deck of the same yacht where, one night, their argument had blazed into passion. It was quiet now, moored in the private marina, the city lights glinting like a jeweled bed. The first Aegis ship was a dark shape in a near drydock, a promise kept. Jonah was at the helm of the ship, his hands resting easily on the polished teak. Clarkson came up behind him, arms circling his waist, chin on Jonah's shoulder.

Jake said, “not from them. Not after what happened when they came for Zinnia. They’ll demand her as payment. Their Alpha isn’t the neighborly sort.” “Some of the lone wolves have boats but they can’t head out until the tide is in, they’re all above the water line at the moment.” The sun was so low in the sky that its light seemed to draw a line between the daytime sky, which faded until it blended into the ocean and the dark of night that was trying to creep in. A different image filled Jake’s mind. A cargo ship as seen from the air.

By morning, the Morreau empire would tremble. Far across the city, in the basement of the restructured Club Eden, Jaxon’s war room came alive. Screens illuminated the darkness, each one showing live feeds, docks, warehouses, streets, men in black masks moving with silent precision. Jaxon stood before them like a conductor before an orchestra, every strike timed to the rhythm of his command. “Team Alpha, breach. Cut communications first. No casualties unless provoked.” Static answered, followed by a curt acknowledgment. Viktor monitored the feeds from the opposite end. “Shipment fourty-three neutralized. Dock seventeen secured.”

Jidana, Kariya and Ophilius packed themselves into Ophilius’s sky ship. Ophilius had to use to metal poles as crutches as he struggled to enter the ship. Jidana and Kariya helped him into the ship and they were ready to set sail and on their way to the Petragram mansion. Ophilius’ s ship was big and red with two large masts each carrying 10 flags. There are two compartments on the sides that house cannons and a compartment inside the ship to store weapons. The ship is powered by wind Furiyu and the wind of the sky.

Jax screamed, his sword glowing as he prepared for a hopeless strike. "I can't... the children... they can't take a direct hit from a Sovereign-class cannon!" Sofia cried, her eyes darting from the ship to the small, brave faces in the circle. Pella was shaking, her emerald glow flickering as the silver shadow of the ship passed over them. "Then move them! Sofia, get out of the center!" Nomo tried to pull her away, but she remained rooted to the spot.

A single, smaller scout ship detached from the Zenith Fleet and descended toward the overlook, it bore the white and gold flag of a parley, but the air around it was shimmering with lethal heat. As the ship landed, the ramp hissed open, Jaxon stepped out, his face pale and his neck still bearing the scorched thumbprints of Kaelen’s grip, he looked at the army behind us, then at Koran, and finally at me. His eyes widened, he didn't see the Null he had spent years ignoring, he saw a woman whose skin held a pearlescent, marble glow and whose eyes were ringed with a violet-black fire.