Razzle X Dazzle Ship Novels & Stories

a fish! A streak of lightning gave him a good view of a long wavy hair heralding the quick movement of the glittering fishtail. "We have one!" Dallan announced in excitement. "Be on guard!" Within a minute, he gave out more commands than he could remember giving in his long and boring years of life. The ship inched closer—very slowly. Dallan felt like pressing Kai's head to a wall and drawing it forward until the flesh came off. The ship moved like a slug!

They traveled not in grand galleons, but in five flat-bottomed stealth barges, painted pitch black and running on muffled, steam-driven impellers. Thick, unnatural fog rolled across the surface of the river, courtesy of Zephyr, who stood at the prow of the lead barge, her hands glowing with white atmospheric magic. The fog swallowed the ships, rendering them invisible to the Imperial watchtowers that dotted the cliffs above. Tristan stood near the helm, adjusting the straps of his tactical harness. Beside him stood Jaro. The massive worker looked out of place in the stealth armor, clutching a scavenged Imperial kinetic-rifle like a club. But his eyes were hard. He had volunteered to lead the

Because the Dazzle family's face is very distinctive with bright blue eyes with shady eyes. Because of this fact, it evoked pain when she had died. Also the memory of seeing her fellow witches being slaughtered by the French soldiers just popped up. Marion was mad and almost went berserk there. Zephyr hastily calmed his wife down. Otherwise, she could be in big trouble.

Xanne and Dantzler both seem confused and the look of confusion on Xanne's face quickly switches to absolute anger as he sees a massive flame of rainbows descending from the ship separately. Xanne: No, no, noooooo!! I swear that girl is doing this on purpose at this point she knows the problem and consequences that come with this she's literally our time-space battery!!! The ship cannot run on infinite power without her physically attached to it!! DAAANTZLEER!!!! WE'RE GOING OUT RIGHT NOW!! (In the park trees are thrown everywhere as Dantzler is swiftly dodging left and right to avoid four trees at a time coming to pummel him, the fountain in the center and the benches surrounding it all thr

Price nodded. "Crewman, can you get me a visual on those contacts?" After flipping a few switches and button presses three ships emerged on the screen. "Commander, these ships appear to be a Havoc Class Merchant raider escorted by two Claymore Class Corvettes, followed by strike craft. Possibly Furies and Faustus interceptors. I advise prioritizing the Havoc first as it is better armed." "What are the weapons on those ships?" "The havoc has Plasma based weapons. Those can cause severe damage to an unshielded ship this size. The Claymores have a single railgun, similar to your calibre, and Point defence guns."

Marlee shook her head and said. “Then… Then what should we do?” “Continue moving forward! If it’s a blessing, then it’ll be good. But if it’s not, we can’t avoid the disaster anyway. Now that we’ve reached this point, we can’t escape. So let’s hope that the other party’s request will not be too excessive.” After receiving Marlee’s orders, the whole merchant ship began to change. Energy cannon barrels appeared around the merchant ship, arming the merchant ship like a hedgehog.

Jago ran toward us, his face grimy with oil and sweat. "Zora! We’ve got the 'Void-Mines' set in the water, but they’ve got 'Pulse-Burners' on those ships!" Jago yelled over the roar of the ocean. "We're holding a knife to a gunfight!" "Then we change the rules of the fight," I said, stepping off the shuttle. I looked up. The clouds were parting, revealing the massive, white-gold hull of the South Spire flagship, the Ascension. It was beautiful and terrible, a floating mountain of corporate arrogance. And I knew she was on the bridge. Elena.

I shouted into the glare, I had spotted up to five tiny ships coming towards us with immense speed. They all had black flags on them, designed with human skull as a warning. “Pirates, oh silly human pirates messing around.” “Oh how very great,” Tasha muttered to herself, she threw her orange peels into the water. “Just as I was about to get comfortable and have a good nap.”

Freckles had found a fresh broadsheet somewhere and was practising making faces at my portrait when Jas snatched it, tore it neatly in thirds, and fed it to the galley fire. "Galley thanks you," Berrit said. "Smoke's better quality now." I checked lines by habit. The wind settled from flirt to favour. The Wraith took it with smug innocence. "SAIL!" Old Noll's squint sharpened. His arm came up, pointing where horizon might have been if ships didn't insist on ruining straight lines. "Two! Leeward, big belly, pretty paint, Morcant colours." "Escort," Harp added, seeing what Old Noll's bones felt before the rest of us could squint: the smaller sloop tucked in the brig's lee, flying a crown penna

The sky had a pink to orange hue and the sun’s burning rays made the enormous ship glow. I gaped at the sight of it. I could never get tired of admiring beautiful places and objects even when I was surrounded by plenty of it on Phanteon and Ehnrelil. Plus, the Princess of Promise had its own uniqueness. It had four colossal towers jutting out from the deck. Instead of it painted white, it had a wall with a mirror-like effect. It reflected the sky and its surrounding structures and I could only guess how beautiful it would look like when we get to open waters.