Starco Ship Novels & Stories

The Ahi warships were often crafted by master smiths; therefore, to him, these were ultimately valuable things. “My gosh, how is that ship flying?” “Impossible!” “I must be dreaming!” The whole of Starlight was in shock and awe, many of them gasped and and a handful of them even screamed from the sight. This was no ordinary scene. Suddenly, a loud crack could be heard from the ship, followed by its slow descent into the Starlight market. Once landed, the mouth of the figurehead opened, allowing a group of men to exit.

She usually left the serious business to his older brother Ernest. "Alright," Lory said. "Send me the details. Which ship and when?" "The cargo vessel is called the Pacific Star," Marcus said. "It's approaching the harbor now. You need to intercept it before it reaches the docks. The Old Madam wants the goods transferred to one of our boats." "Why the rush?" Lory asked. "What's so special about this shipment?" "I don't have those details," Marcus admitted. "I'm just relaying the Old Madam's orders."

“A piece of the stars from me to you.” She looked at the ring and could feel its own presence there in the room. It was beautiful and to her right then and there. It was more than perfect. They had come from the stars to this little planet thousands of years ago with the possibility to merge the DNA with a new creature. They had made it to this point, and the babies they each held were the future. A star stone ring for the star dust family.

Nevertheless, the most important fact out of all is that these inhabitants of this planet are the species who are behind the creation and distribution of gigantic premium mobile cruises that are also called the 'The Disque Caravan'. In the night sky of this distant habitat of Darthars, a commercial stellar cruise soon entered one of the million air routes. This stellar ship had a build quality far below average. With hydraulic grease and smoke leaking out of the rusty cracks above the ionic thrusters, the ship was silently crying for urgent maintenance.

"Linda, we are in the middle of a very important meeting. This better be life or death." Linda stepped forward. "It might be, ma'am. I just got a call from the shipping docks. One of our cargo ships—the Star Voyager—has been stopped." Mr. Harrison sat up straight. "Stopped? By who?" "By Don Eduardo Reyes' private security team," Linda said. "They say the ship is carrying restricted goods. They've blocked it from leaving the harbor." Ms. Chen slammed her hand on the table. The sound echoed through the room. "That's illegal! That's completely illegal! They can't just block our ship whenever they want!"

The Shifters used their strength to haul massive slabs of salt from the Barrens, while the remaining Iron-Kin-now master welders-fused the crystals onto the ship's hull. Leo and Sarah developed a "Magnetic Harness" that let Kael and Lyra sit at the center of the ship's bridge, their collective resonance acting as the "glue" for the salt-armor. The ship no longer looked like a vessel of war. It looked like a jagged, blindingly white comet. It was the Star-Skater, a chariot of salt meant to challenge the gods of the void. The departure from Earth was silent. There were no cheers, only the weight of a planet holding its breath. As the Howl cleared the atmosphere, Kael felt the Sun's presence-no

Both of them were making the hand seal of Tō the Outer Lion and they were very young Storks. Sasha could also see that their cannonfire had caused scattered damages up the enemy ship’s length. He had known that targeting the front wasn’t ideal because of its reinforced and curved bow but, more importantly, most of their cannonballs had been caught by a cushion of air projected by the Stork monks. Now they all dropped harmlessly into the sea. The twin monks were adroitly turning the junco so the two ships would be broad to broad. ×

He approached their table and placed it in front of Mabel, who raised an eyebrow. "Go on," Marco said evenly. "Open it." Mabel’s hands trembled as she unlatched the case. Her eyes widened as stacks of crisp bills came into view. "Oh my gosh," she whispered, her voice filled with awe. She quickly shut the briefcase, her expression shifting to one of triumph. Marco remained stoic. "Now the details." Mabel took a deep breath, as if savoring her victory. "The ship’s name is Maersk Mc-Kinney Moller. It had Maersk Line’s white seven-pointed star logo on a blue background. It departed from the port nearest to this place."

A strong hand clapped him on the back drawing his attention forward. “Look, see there!” Dean said, pointing to the Black sails coming around the corner. Gavin's first reaction was to grab a hold of Dean for touching him but paused. Gavin’s eyes spotted the ghost-like ship gliding across the ocean. It was still as haunting as the first time he laid eyes on it. It was a ship from nightmares but it was stunning. He spotted her golden hair as the ship drew near. The doom in his stomach fading slightly. The Evening Star pulled up alongside the Morning Star day and night at a stand still.

Every step I took left a faint, scorched footprint on the metal deck. "He’s at the Vale," Isaac said, following me. "But he’s not alone. He’s leading the first wave of the Star-Eaters. He thinks he’s protecting the universe by erasing us. Rowan is on the command ship behind him, whispering in his ear." We reached the bridge. The main screen showed my home world, the beautiful green and blue planet I had fought so hard to protect. But now, it was surrounded by a swarm of black, insect-like ships. In the center was a massive throne ship, glowing with a sickly violet light.