Sonadow Ship Novels & Stories

"I want the live marrow harvest. We do it right here, in the secondary transport vehicle. Logan, bring the boy." "No!" I screamed, trying to run toward Leo, but Alexander caught me by the waist, pinning me against his side. "Elena, look at the river," Alexander whispered into my ear, his voice so low it was barely a vibration against the wind. From the dark fog covering the canal, three massive, black commercial shipping vessels were silently gliding toward the pier. They didn't have lights on. They didn't have flags. But the deep, rhythmic thrum of their massive diesel engines was vibrating through the concrete beneath our feet.

She closed her eyes and projected her consciousness across the vast gap, pinging the dormant psychic network of the ship. A heavy, subsonic hum reverberated through the cavern, vibrating in their teeth. The silver lines on the ship's bow suddenly ignited with a blinding, pure white light. The black metal of the hull rippled like liquid glass, parting to reveal a brightly lit, sterile white boarding ramp directly in front of their gantry. [The Price of Power] The bridge of The Sovereign was a vast, circular amphitheater of white polished stone and hovering holographic displays. There were no keyboards or joysticks. The ship was controlled entirely by thought.

“The cargo ship exploded in the middle of the ocean, Sir. Our team is currently heading to the location for further investigation.” Damon stood like a statue by the window, staring into the dark sky. His jaw was clenched so tight the muscles in his temples throbbed. He didn't need to roar to broadcast his fury. The pressure in the room alone was enough to suffocate anyone present. The subordinate who reported the news swallowed hard, hesitating to continue. “Sir… the port’s CCTV footage shows Mrs. Sara being dragged into that very ship. It seems—”

“Three, no, five, swan!” Kade’s attention snapped to the door; the heat banked down to purpose so fast the air cooled. “Close?” he asked, already moving. “Not yet,” Freckles called, running the word down the companion. “But the wind thinks they should be.” We went up together. Horizon East wore white like a lie that had waited. Swan pennants. New cut. The farthest ship walked the water like she owned it and brought faith to make it true. “Admiralty,” Jas said, mouth gone thin. “They brought a sermon and a choir.”

​"Sarah, the salt concentration!" ​Sarah dumped the final crates of industrial-grade sea salt into the pool. The water turned a milky, crystalline white. ​"Nora, wait!" Hestia shouted from the mouth of the cave. "Look at the horizon!" ​I looked back. The mist was being torn apart by a high-altitude sonic boom. A sleek, white needle-ship—a smaller, more agile version of the Continuum vessels—was descending toward the islands. Thorne wasn't waiting for his "Whistle" to work. He was coming to reclaim his harvest personally.

All weapon systems were locked on Kester Manor dozens of miles away! However, in such a tense situation… In the cold waters of Port Sendona, a group of more than a dozen soldiers in black combat uniforms and frogmen combat equipment slowly raised their heads above the water. They wore night-vision helmets and guns with infrared focus as they quietly approached the battleships. In the vicinity of the containers around Port Sendona, four other teams of fully armed soldiers in black combat uniforms and tactical helmets bent over in tactical formation. They approached these battleships in a quick and orderly manner!

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.

"But the Ministry... They know now. The seed sent a signal. They know exactly where we are." Suddenly, the whole ship shuddered with a massive THUD. It wasn’t an explosion, but something hit the ship. June looked out the small window. A huge, black shape rose out of the water nearby. Not a whale—a submarine. The Miller-Avery bird logo stood out on the side. "They’re not waiting for us to sink," Sarah said, her voice shaky. "They’re here to finish the Harvest." The cabin door burst open. Soldiers in white armor poured in. They didn’t have electric rods, just high-tech nets and sleep darts.

Joshua let out a final, guttural scream. The deck of the ship cracked. And the first cry of a newborn hit the air. It didn't sound like a baby. It sounded like a siren.

People cried in pain from Donoghue’s explosion, and people were falling as well. At that moment, thousands of boats a few miles away were slowly sailing in their direction. Those boat troops were arranged tidily. Leading them was a huge ship with a black flag flying over ten feet tall. There was a white shark logo on the flag with the words ‘Blood Shark’ printed on it. It was flying grandly when blown by the sea breeze. They were the Blood Shark Pirates. A muscular man was seated on the deck of the huge ship. It was the leader, Hidden Dragon. Behind him were the sexy Blood Sherlock Four Sisters.