Renga Ship Novels & Stories

“Ryder, said Jay, we need to arm this thing to the back teeth, just in case we come under fire up here. Any ideas?” Ryder with a huge smile said “I thought you would never ask, he then rubbed his hand on the ships dash and said, come on gorgeous, lets get you dressed to kill.” Before turning the ship in a different direction. Everyone exchanges looks before they burst into laughter. The ship was dubbed “Ryders’s Mistress” or “Mistress” for short from then on Mia and Kat had been talking for 4 hours nonstop, there were so many more words to say but Mia had to ask Rota about her plan before they were interrupted.

LIORA'S POV Five enormous cruise ships cut through the brilliant, sun-dappled waves of the sea, all making their approach to the Island of Luck. Four are crammed full of commoners. The fifth ship, ours, the Emperor’s Cruise ship that is carrying all the royals towers above all the others in grandeur and elegance. It's the fanciest ship I have seen in my entire short life. It's sleek sides are curved like fins of a great fish, while at the bow, a stunning golden statue of a muscular angel, adorned with a golden crown, is built. The name " Emporer's Raven Wing," adorned with shimmering limestones is curved elegantly along the sides.

Pov ARIA A blinding halogen spotlight cut through the mist, pinning Kruger and his men in a stark, violent beam of white light. The air was instantly shattered by the deafening, metallic thrum of a heavy twin-diesel engine reversing hard against the tide. It wasn't a sleek military frigate. It was a battered, fifty-foot steel-hulled crabbing vessel, its black paint peeling off in long, rust-colored scabs, roaring out of the fog like a phantom ship.

Arya Santanu was still describing Makara's shape as a whale. "Its mouth is like a crocodile, its trunk is like an elephant, and its legs are like fish fins. But there are also those who say that it has a long body like a snake." Ki Janggan Nayantaka said this with a serious look on his face. The big waves were getting closer to the ship. Banyu Sangkala held the rudder firmly. Together with the other crew members, he prepared for the big waves. "Oh, no." Ki Janggan Nayantaka held on tightly to the ship's mast.

Beside her stood Grand Marshal Vance, his grey eyes fixed on the massive shape looming in the dry-dock below. "She’s a beast, My Queen," Vance rasped, his voice cutting through the rhythmic, deafening clang of blacksmith hammers echoing from the lower furnaces. "We used the seasoned northern pine Craig’s clans harvested to line the internal ribbing, then sheeted the hull in four inches of rust-resistant iron plates. The shipwrights didn't believe a hull that heavy would float, but Commander Cheryl’s ballast magic is holding."

Meeting: Rowling stood at the bow of the ship watching the cliff as the pulled into Raven’s Peak two other ships trailed behind him. Rowling's ship was a deep dark cherrywood, he had liked the cherry color of it because it reminded him of blood stained wood. He wanted the fear aspect to be in everything he did. His sails were a deep dark blood red and his personal flag was white with a sword hanging above a headless man’s body. He even named the ship Trepidation. It was written on the side of the ship in deep dark bold letters.

The morning after Inquisitor Vane’s ultimatum, the Blackwater River looked like a graveyard of iron. Three massive Southern warships sat anchored in the center of the flow, their steam vents huffing rhythmic clouds of grey smoke into the pristine mountain air. They were "teeth" of a different kind—not bone and sinew, but coal and steel. ​Rhea stood on the battlements, her fingers tracing the rough stone of the manor. Beside her, Elias was a statue of suppressed fury. The grey-gold veins on his neck pulsed in time with the thrumming of the ships' engines.

“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 Myllyof’s plan to depart in Beltizar and take the road again by foot. Their means of transport up the broad Mondo was an unblemished ship that went by the name of Silver Hawk. It had two main masts holding two sails apiece, plus a third mast used only if needed. The ship was also equipped with fifty oars below the main deck. Three men manned each oar. Many of the oarsmen were prisoners or pirates captured along the river route. The boat was lined with one hundred shields per side, to be used in battle if needed. There were twenty large crossbows and hundreds of long bows located on both sides. There was another weapon known as the ‘fire breather’. It was for shooting a long stream of

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.