Sonic Ships Novels & Stories

It was a scream. Zephyr stood on the prow of the Sovereign. She threw her head back, her eyes rolling white, and unleashed a sonic boom of compressed air that shattered the windows of the harbor control tower three miles away. CRACK. Before the glass even hit the ground, the sea erupted. Hundreds of pirate vessels—sloops, retrofitted trawlers, and fast-attack skiffs—surged out of the unnatural fog bank. They didn't fire warning shots. They fired everything.

"A vessel that can absorb and silence all external vibration. We need to create an envelope of perfect, localized stillness." Lyra, hearing the report, provided the complex formula. "Channel your finest, purest Ice-Discipline into the hull's alloy. The perfect molecular stillness of the Ice will create vibrational null-field, rendering the ship functionally silent in the sonic dimension." The mission was designated the Silent Courier. Zeva would pilot the specially coated vessel, but her team couldn't rely on elemental projection. They had to use a complex, newly developed sonic dampening technology invented by Dr. Elara.

~Stargem: Rewrite~ Sephtis' fleet arrived at the Crimson Gate and joined the Blood Fleet. Right behind the legions of ships is the Excelente Class World Destroyer Ship. This ship is powered by four dark magic crystals and is 40,000 km in length (front to back), and has a height of 15-20,000 km. This monstrous ship has a large lazer barrel in front and as the name says, it can destroy worlds. This is only one of the 4 Excelente Class that serve as a flagship of the Forgotten Navy. The ship where Sephtis is, docks inside it and a man can be seen looking down from the hangar observatory deck wearing black robe with a golden sash.

sagot ni Liam, ang kanyang mga mata ay nakatutok sa sonar. ​Nang marating nila ang dambuhalang butas sa gilid ng Sovereign, pumasok ang kanilang pod. Ang loob ng barko ay puno na ng tubig, na nagbibigay ng isang nakakangilabot na "ghost ship" vibe. Ang mga pasilyong dati ay puno ng liwanag ay balot na ngayon ng kadiliman at mga kable na tila mga bituka ng isang halimaw.

"How many ships?" "Six iron-clads, sir," the scout replied, looking up with wide, anxious eyes. "But they aren't firing their batteries. They are moving slow, towing a massive, floating iron platform behind them. High Alpha Torin says it looks like a deep-sea siege crane." Natalia turned her gaze toward the open horizon. Through the thick, swirling sea-mist of the Midnight Sea, the familiar, low-profile silhouettes of the western warships began to break the gray winter light. They didn't sound their mechanical horns this time; they moved in a synchronized, eerie silence, their smoke-stacks belching thick black soot that cast a dark shadow across the frozen water.

It was so noisy, and it sounded like there were a few ships approaching them. Mya was shocked and instantly jumped out of bed. She saw Adrian and Lincoln standing quietly on the deck while more than twenty ships surrounded NS Trinaga from all directions in a three-thousand-foot ring. These ships had Black Nergal’s flags on them. “They’re here at last,” Mya said upon witnessing the scene before her. This was the situation that she had feared. Yet, what was the point of being worried? It was upon them at last. She looked toward Adrian and asked, “What should we do?”

However, even if they could not get their hands on Mia, it would be nice to have those beauties around her. Those people were also stunning. Of course, the first thing they needed to get rid of now was the Octagon in front of them. If they could get rid of David and the others, the beauties in front of them would be theirs. More than a dozen black-horned ships were parked not far away. They continued gathering energy as they could not give the Octagon a chance to disperse them. The black-horned ships were already a notch below the Octagon. If they were spread out, separate attacks from the black-horned ships would never be able to break the Octagon's defenses.

I wonder if it would be higher if it wasn’t near the cliffside. My mind kinda went blank as my vision was ensnared by the California shore that passed. It was early in the evening so the sun had just begun to set. The water sparkled and was an almost dark purple shade, which contrasted from the soft pink and golden oranges that swirled in the horizon. I saw some dolphins or seals jump out of the water in the distance. I smiled as it was like they were waving to me and welcoming me into their home.

The moment his bare skin brushed mine, the white-hot seal of his Mark beneath my navy collar flared with a deep, steady warmth that instantly settled the lingering tension in my veins. "The Singapore shipping lanes belong to the North pack's maritime division, Elena," Silas rasped, his thumb gently tracing the soft line of my lower lip until the last of the anxious purple vibrations beneath my skin went completely dormant. "They can send all the digital pings they want, but tomorrow morning, we change the routing codes for every cargo vessel in that sector. We don't just block their data; we seize the raw materials they're using to build the next batch of prototypes."

My crew fought not to join them in the salty grave. "Safeties! Now!" I ordered, my voice cutting through the siren song haze. They blinked away the thrall temporarily. My crew always carried safeties in case of an attack. They were rare, but when a clan of sirens got their sights set on a ship, they would sink it. Ravenous and violent. With my voice, everyone had about a five-second window of clarity. Securing themselves to the main mast or support ballasts. Hold out until I could handle it. My mother left my side, immune to the song as I was.