Radio Silence Ship Novels & Stories

They turned around and looked at Soheila and Theodore, wondering what ship was destroyed. “Huh? Are you talking about the ship that we used? It was destroyed?” Sirene confusedly asked. The ship that they used was the only one that she had seen so far and it is huge. So, she knew it will be hard to be destroyed in just a few hours. All of them stopped walking and waited for Soheila to answer. Soheila had already calmed down from shock. She clicked her tongue and at the same time, she snapped her fingers.

The sound of the engine cooling crackled in the night, and then there was this heavy silence, it was very tense, and almost suffocating. ‎ ‎We walked side by side down the pier, the wood groaning under our steps. I held my phone tight, looking at the message again, memorizing the description. “ it's a White boat,” I whispered.” We scanned each vessel we passed. Shadows danced over the decks. Water slapped softly against the hulls. My pulse was loud in my ears. Then I stopped. “Elijah there,” I murmured, pointing ahead. There, a few meters down, floating slightly apart from the others, was a white mid-sized boat with a small enclosed cabin and an open deck at the back. A single lamp above the

The sound of the ocean grew louder with every step—a wild, crashing symphony of waves against the cliffs that promised a freedom Iris hadn't felt in months. They moved quickly through the tunnel, their footsteps echoing on the wet, mossy stone. The air turned misty and cold, and Iris could see the end of the tunnel—a small, reinforced steel door that led to a private cove where Silas kept a high-speed boat waiting. She could almost taste the salt on her lips. She could almost see Julian’s face, imagine his voice, and feel the weight of the last six months lifting off her shoulders. "Almost there," Silas whispered, his hand reaching for the door’s heavy manual handle. "Once we’re on the water

Click. The intercom line went completely dead. All I could hear was a loud rushing hiss of static that sounded like the wind blowing over an empty grave. Through the iron railing I watched the yellow rubber raft disappear beneath the churning white foam of the Benson-01’s nuclear propellers. The dark shape of our sister vanished into the cold deep currents of the Atlantic leaving behind only a floating black oil slick that was instantly torn apart by the storm. At that moment the crimson flashing on the console stopped. The system registered the termination of the Benson-04 genetic anchor.

Most files remained inaccessible. One did not. A new folder had appeared. The timestamp made his expression harden. The file had been created nearly thirty years earlier. Yet it had only become available now. Silas opened it. A single message appeared. No greeting. No explanation. Only text. IF THIS RECORD IS ACTIVE, SILENCE MODE HAS BEEN INITIATED. Silas continued reading. His pulse slowed. Not from calm. From concentration. Every line carried implications he disliked. Marcellus described silence mode not as an emergency procedure but as a transition phase.

Marco's body folded in on itself, collapsing to the floor Silvio straightened up and turned. Tiziano was suddenly at his side, his voice audible only to Silvio. "The bombs have been set in different corners of the ship" he said, passing Silvio a small remote. Silvio took the device, his thumb hovering over the red button. He glanced back one last time at Marco, who was now barely conscious Silvio then turned and walked away, Tiziano and the rest of his men falling into step behind him. They made their way quickly and silently out of the ship and onto a waiting speedboat. Once they were at a safe distance away, Silvio brought his hand up, the remote in his palm.He then pressed the button. Th

We were a zeroed-out billionaire and a printer’s daughter, drifting into a dead zone, and yet, this felt like the only real thing I’d ever owned. ​ ​I slipped out of the locker at 03:00 AM. The ship was a ghost, the only sound the rhythmic, bone-deep thrum of the engines. I moved through the narrow companionways, my feet silent on the metal grating. ​The radio room was perched just below the bridge. Through the small, salt-filmed window, I could see one of the moles. He was wearing noise canceling headphones, his face illuminated by the green glow of a spectrum analyzer. He was focused on the external pings, waiting for the satellite handshake that would never come.

And in between Wrecks. Gigantic cargo ships, aircraft carriers and submarines in the Old World Centuries had fallen to the bottom when the sea evaporated. They were perfectly preserved from salt, rusted monuments of a long forgotten era. “We are in Marianengraben,” Silas whispered and stared at his flickering pad. “The signal comes directly from the deepest gap before us. Two more miles.” Suddenly the seismic Pochen changed. The regular morse signal set out. Instead, the entire salt bottom vibrated under our chains in one

The motorboat was now close enough to make the faces under the visors could see. Unexpressed. One lifted a gun. No gun. Something bigger. An anesthetic rifle. Jonas cursed. Decisions. Now.” Mara saw the big ship. Then the dark channel. Then the box. She didn't have to think for a second. “To the left!” Elias rushed right away. With all strength. The little boat turned sharply. The men in the motorboat called something. The loudspeaker on the big ship started to speak again, but a wave swallowed the words.