Renga Ship Novels & Stories

Cosco Shipping Pisces. "Filter by current location, New York/New Jersey harbor," Wong says to the computer. The list shrinks to three names. Atlantic Conveyor. Hanjin Seattle. Krasnaya Zvezda. My eyes lock onto the third name. "Krasnaya Zvezda," I read aloud. "Red Star." "Russian flagged," Wong says, pulling up the vessel’s registry. "Registered in St. Petersburg. Owned by a shell company in Cyprus called Vostok Holdings."

​The Manta-Class carrier was never designed for deep-space travel. It was a creature of the atmosphere, a predator of the clouds and the neon-lit canyons of Neo-Tokyo. But as the Siberian ice fell away beneath them, Ren was pushing the ship’s fusion core into the "Red Zone," a dangerous over-clocking of the Miller-tech that caused the cockpit’s holographic displays to flicker with a warning violet light.

Rage and hate poured from him in a sickly red aura. Methodically, like he knew he was being watched, he turned to the side, revealing a ship. White with orange trim. Lifesavers mounted to the starboard dipped and rose with the tide. Distorted blue letters were printed on the rear stern, but she couldn't read them through the haze.

(Sofia Di Gianna) Me, Radian, Selie and Sofia are currently standing at the dock, admiring the lines up that made up from 3 Warship, 3 Freight Container Ships, 5 Ferries, 10 patrol boats, 15 fast speed boats and also, 5 luxury yacht, that I brought last night. Bringing these all here, actually filled my entire dimensional storage rings and also filling my radius capacity to the brim. Luckily everything were able to be done in a single trip, and at the end, I were able to witnessed my start of the dream to see Aeternum Armada starting it steps to become the biggest and largest Navies in the entire Fantasma. Naturally all 3 of the ladies were all speechless as they saw the lined up, especially

"Where are we on the shipment?" "We're making progress, ma'am" I throw him a dirty glare over my shoulder "Try again" "It will be done by the end of the end day, ma'am" "I don't need to tell you what will happen if this isn't sorted today" it's simple. Heads will roll. I am not in the mood to play games with those bastards at the port. If that shipment is a day late, I will handle it the way I normally do. By shooting first and asking questions later. I'm tired of men thinking they can get away with defying me just because I'm a woman. Dino nods. I expect him to leave but he continues to stand where he is "Anything else?"

Then they turned one last corner, and the path opened. There, nestled between two towers of steel and shadow, was a sleek, midnight-black ship. Its chrome edges glinted beneath the floodlights, elegant and dangerous. A small ramp led up from the dock into a low, angular control deck, its windows tinted like obsidian. “Meet Princella,” Arika announced, her voice different now—almost reverent. “Isn’t she beautiful?” Lila stared, momentarily stunned. “You named your ship?” “I did.” Arika moved forward, fingers trailing the edge of the hull as if greeting an old friend. “After the only thing that ever made sense to me as a kid.”

The Trench-King didn't eat them; it simply held them under, its infrasonic hum shattering their resolve. "To the ship! Now!" Elara commanded. They scrambled onto the Aegir’s Wake as the engine roared to life. The vessel was a beast of carbon-fiber and steel, designed to navigate the treacherous, ice-choked waters of the North Atlantic. As the ship pulled away from the pier, Sif stood at the stern, her blue eyes fixed on the receding skyline of Oakhaven. She looked at Elara, a strange flicker of regret in her gaze.

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.

His fingers moved quickly as he typed something before finally answering a call. “Hello, this is Ronal from Ashford Group,” he said coldly and straight to the point. “I need assistance right now.” Camelia turned to look at him. She could see the change in Ronal’s expression, far more serious than usual. “The Ocean Crown cruise ship bound for the Bahamas,” Ronal continued firmly. “Stop that ship in the middle of the sea. Do not let anyone disembark before my team boards.” For a few seconds, he listened to the response from the other side, then his eyes narrowed slightly.

"We've trained for this. But those hybrids change things. Lila must have poured everything into them. Kenji, you ever fought ships in this form?" Kenji snorted, a puff of smoke trailing from his nostrils. "Once or twice in drills. Breathing fire on wooden hulls is one thing. These metal beasts will take more. We'll coordinate with the ground teams. Ezra, status on that hack?" "Deepening," Ezra answered. "I just locked their rear three ships into a slow turn. Should buy us another twenty minutes. Avery, you see the flagship? The big one with the red banners." I squinted against the sun. "Yeah, front and center. That's Lila's ride, I bet. We take that out, the rest might panic."