Shadowvanilla Ship Novels & Stories

"You? You get a gold bar for burying a coffin. If your brother could do the job, wouldn't it be better? "You've laid to rest so many young souls, maybe it's your turn now." Mom's face twisted into something monstrous, her arms and legs jerking towards me like a puppet on strings. I sobbed and stumbled backward, "Mom, it's me, Silvia, what are you doing?" "The Haunts world is here. No one's going to make it out alive. I know how your blood calms the wind. Maybe if we drain it dry, they might spare us."

The same strength sucking world she’d insisted on walking one last time before the boys got back. I looked down at her, eyes closed, teeth clenched, struggling to hang on. I balanced her silver ring, a gift from our Mother, on my knee and pulled my grey sleeve over my finger tips, dabbing at the beading sweat on her forehead. Something was happening in the Blacklands and for the first time in memory, Shades were crossing the Southern boundry in droves, bringing with them their violet sky and starless nights. They didn’t eat, they didn’t sleep, they didn’t stop. They just kept coming, pushing us back and taking our land, leaving a sea of dead bodies in their wake.

"Your reports have been reviewed and we are pleased with your progress. As soon as the storm clears, we will send in reinforcements to assist with relocating those women and children who would like to leave the pack." "And what about the former Alpha and his men?" The laptop screen flickered as the vampire on the other side shifted in her seat. A sharp black eyebrow lifted upwards over unearthly green eyes that resembled a serpent with blood red lip set themselves into a hard line.

Winds of the cultivating Sky World spread like a rabid fire unchained by men or monsters, but these winds provide the sale of Salavanta’s ship. The stormbellow of the cloaked ship roars with the coming rain. Sounds of both elements mix and mash together like harmony gushing over a waterfall. The Translucent Sun is a one-of-a-kind ship made to cloak and under this ability birth from the arcane and technology, the ship moves faster by keeping the stormbellow at just enough power to float and turning the jets off. With the wind and rain picking up in the air, it is easy for the ship to travel faster within Sky World, but even more impressive is how silent the vessel is without the use of extra

Chibuzor Victor Obih was born in the southern part of Nigeria. Delta State to be precise. His writing includes essays, poetry and short stories. He likes to play soccer, read, study and above all, write. He is currently a fourth year student of a renowned public university in Nigeria. The University of Port-Harcourt is where he is pursuing a bachelor's degree in Mechanical Engineering. Shading Black is his first book and his first attempt to explore the beautiful world of a novelist. To stay connected with him and his works, you can follow him on Instagram using the account name: Chibuzor Victor Obih or follow him on Facebook using the account name: Author Chibuzor Victor Obih.

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

"Gideon, Mira, and I will lead the naval strike team. Caelen, you will hold the Citadel defenses. If the Capital drops ground troops while we are at sea, use the mountain's earth defenses to stall them." "Understood, my Queen," Caelen said, pounding his fist against his chest armor in a formal salute. We spent the next six hours preparing the strike. Deep within the hidden coastal docks beneath the mountain face, our engineers prepped the Shadow’s Wake, a sleek, stealth ironclad vessel reinforced with shadow-infused steel and equipped with specialized wolf-rigged underwater thrusters. By midnight, the vessel was loaded with high-yield kinetic charges, survival supplies, and an elite dozen of

“I’ve already lost my past,” Elena said, standing up. “The only thing I have left is the man sitting on this crate and the will to survive. If I have to become the city itself to keep him breathing, then that is what I will do.” The next six hours were a fever dream of high-stakes engineering. The Vanguard moved with the frantic energy of a crew on a sinking ship. Alexander worked alongside them, his knowledge of Vance-era encryption proving invaluable as he helped them build the "Shadow-Shell."

Jordan smiled a tiny, brave smile and nodded, closing his eyes again. At 4:30 AM, the van pulled into the shadows of a quiet, private pier at the edge of the industrial harbor. The rain had stopped, leaving a thick, freezing fog rolling over the black water. Standing in the mist was a massive, matte-black motor yacht with no lights showing. It looked like a silent fortress resting on the sea. “The Vengeance,” Damien said, stepping out of the van first and scanning the fog with his gun lowered. “Clear.” We hurried across the slippery wooden dock and boarded the vessel. Marcus immediately locked the heavy steel doors behind us and initiated the boat’s electronic cloak. Within seconds, all seco

"Give them a target they can't hit!" Jace’s ship, the Ghost Whisper, vanished. Not into smoke, but into a literal fold in reality. Using the Shadow-Silk sails, his vessel became a translucent smudge against the turquoise sea, reappearing a mile to the left and unleashing a volley of obsidian bolts that tore through the leading edge of the swarm. "Thane, bring us about! Hard to port!" I roared. Thane slammed his weight against the helm, the Obsidian Wing groaning as its Eclipse-Glass prow sliced through the air. "Elora, they’re charging the Needle-Beams! If they hit the deck, the heat will melt the masts!"