Razzle X Dazzle Ship Novels & Stories

I screeched, gripping his wrist with both hands and trying to pull away from him. "No can do." He pushed me up the stairs in front of him as we ascended to the upper desk. I opened my mouth to protest further but was quickly stunned into silence at the sight before me. It was incredible, something out of a fairytale. A massive man-of-war ship was rocking in the waves only yards from the smaller cruise ship that had been my ride to port in Valoria. Its size was nearly triple in comparison to my boat, stretching four stories out of the water with sails that would have covered the length of my boat twice over. Though it looked vintage, its sails were clearly just for show, as it was powered by

The Concordia, Twelve Hundred Years Before The bow of the ship was carved into the shape of a ferocious bare-breasted woman, her sharply pointed vampire teeth displayed by a savage snarl and her twisting hair blowing out around her in exquisite detail. “She is beautiful,” Sigrid exclaimed in awe looking up as their rowboat skirted the boat. “I did not see her… Or was it another ship?” She looked at the other ships anchored in the bay around them. Like ant-trails across the water, the rowboats transporting passengers and supplies wove through the waves to the other vessels.

The white yacht cruise was large and regal, gleaming under the sun. Its design was immaculate, specially manufactured with fine leather in the open cabin and lacquered woodwork that shone like polished mahogany. “Here,” Nat said, holding out his hand. “Let me help you aboard.” Zara took it, and he steadied her as she climbed onto the deck. He complimented her, noting her sexy, classy dress. The shiny silver gown was short enough to reveal her tempting thighs. He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips.

The enemy ship is gaining ground, the distance closing faster than they hoped. The flag is clearer now, the blood-red skull a chilling promise against the black. The ship is large, menacing, built for speed and violence. It cuts through the water with relentless purpose, the gap between them shrinking with each passing moment. As it draws closer, the name painted in crimson letters becomes visible: The Crimson Vengeance.

The thousands of blank, un-printed vellum sails above its decks billowed with our valley’s wind, their smooth surfaces free of lines, columns, or red ink. "That's not the Spire, Sara," Xander said, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that seemed to rise directly from the pebbles beneath his feet. "Look at the draft of the hull. It's riding high. It’s not carrying a cargo of iron type-set or filing cabinets. It’s carrying empty space."

“Lady Ever—” “No names.” Becky lifted a hand without slowing. “Not mine. Not yours. Not tonight.” The man bowed his head. “As you wish.” “Is the ship ready?” “Aye.” He jerked his chin toward the vessel moored at the far end of the dock. It was a weather-beaten cargo ship, hull patched, sails rolled, the Eastwind insignia freshly painted over with a darker, unfamiliar crest. “False flag, false registry, false manifests. No one’ll track where she’s goin’.”

It was the day of the big trip on the ship. Lissa, Rassy and Gizella were excited for the new ride. They got in and saw how big the ship was. So big it could accommodate more than five hundred guests. They walked around the ship, enjoying the common rooms. There was everything on this ship, everything they wanted and even what they didn't want. For example, the presence of some people. Gizella got goosebumps when she saw Graçaniano. He still smiled at her, but she turned away, completely ignoring him.

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.

“There is my ship, Lianne. The only ship that has the highest mast as compared to the others.” She squinted her eyes to clearly see, but the only thing she could make out was a tall mast - the tallest mast in all the ships docked for that matter - and a banner tied up of what looked like a lion’s head, the family insignia of the Waitsince family. Not to mention, the ship had a different color; a combination of black and gold for the hull and the sails, pure white. “That is the Esclava, Princess,” Ruen informed, giving her a meaningful gaze.

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."