Sonadow Ship Novels & Stories

A high-pitched shout tore through the morose atmosphere, startling Mel, "Coast!" Mel stepped away from Harriett's embrace and watched as the Orion ship loomed nearer, almost twice the size of her father's largest ships. She stood, transfixed as she watched the decorated carvings along the hull of the ship, snaking around the ship's base to form a clan symbol she was unfamiliar with. The vessel finally docked at the harbour and Mel tightened her coat around her, warding off the cold wind that brought a renewed anxiety with the ship's arrival. A long bridge stretched out from the side and two large figures made their way down to them, garbed in luxurious fur clothing.

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.

During one of their first few nights in the vast open water, Nero saw, or imagined he saw, a vessel standing for them under a press of sail, as though it would run them down. Luna in particular affirmed that it was the ship that once sank due to a storm, and that it must certainly be it, or at least it was its the apparition. According from what she heard, there was once a ship that was lost off the {Cape of Good Hope, change the name}, and every soul on board perished. Wasting no time, the cats approached their masters to report this sighting. As they ran as fast as their four stubby legs could take them, they cried to their fellow members.

But the absolute second the heavy, iron blast doors closed behind them, the illusion entirely shattered. The interior of the warehouse wasn't a ruin. It was a completely pristine, ultra luxury, climate controlled dry dock. And resting flawlessly in the center of the concrete was a massive, three hundred foot, matte black stealth superyacht. "The Sovereign's Ghost," Zara murmured smoothly as Lucian stepped out of the SUV, entirely stunned by the breathtaking vessel. "It runs on an entirely independent, analog grid. No digital transponders. No Wall Street ties. It is a completely sovereign fortress."

asked Benny “should we use a Ziion military code – do you think the Ziion Master could de-code it. What if the other ship can de-code it too” “All we can do is try it” said Bunny “SOS, malfunctioning ship, requesting permission to dock to repair.” add to the code: warning =A , Incoming Ship = C, possibly hostile = T , eta 2hours =2. Ryder prepared the code by misspelling the words to include the Ziion Milltary code in it. It now looked like “SOS, malaunctioning ship, requecting permtission to dock 2 repair.”

Once we got in the car, I let out a breath and tried to calm myself down. Noticing Soren was looking at me, I cleared my throat. "So did you find what you were looking for earlier?" "It's a secret." He blinked twice at me, and successfully lightened my mood. But before I replied, he said, "gosh, I'm just so bad at keeping secrets! So…I got something for you–" I watched him reaching into a large white bag, "well something for your baby, to be accurate." My eyes widened at the sight of an elegant black toy ship that Soren had presented in his hand. It was about the length of my forearm, fairly large compared to most of the toy ships, but was sophisticatedly decorated in the most realistic way.

Jax screamed, his sword glowing as he prepared for a hopeless strike. "I can't... the children... they can't take a direct hit from a Sovereign-class cannon!" Sofia cried, her eyes darting from the ship to the small, brave faces in the circle. Pella was shaking, her emerald glow flickering as the silver shadow of the ship passed over them. "Then move them! Sofia, get out of the center!" Nomo tried to pull her away, but she remained rooted to the spot.

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."

of a thousand different realities. As the Sovereign-Echo drifted toward the station, Audrey realized they weren't the first to make the journey. Thousands of ships—some made of iron, some of light, some of bone, and some of "Pure-Sound"—were docked at the station’s "Conceptual-Piers." And every single one of them carried a variation of the "Union-Sigil."

He buckled the harness over his head. "Take a seat guys, this is going to be fun." Tom sat down in one of the four seats against the back wall. He buckled his harness as did the other three men. "Pod seventy-one ready," Aidan said into the headset. The huge ship in front of them turned to face them. The thing was massive. As one, a bunch of spikes released from the ship and formed a pattern. They approached the human ship. Tom knew these. He had learned to pilot one a lifetime ago. Those were darts, offensive ships used to attack. The darts grew closer and flew in a pack. Lasers beamed out of them in short rays and hit the ship.