Starfire X Raven Ship Novels & Stories

The only thing running through my mind was her safety. Raven was one who needed no one because she could protect herself. For her to call me simply meant that things had gotten out of hand. Suddenly, a wave of flames burst out of him. “That's it, fireball. Let them all burn…” He chuckled. I didn't wait to find out what the psycho was on about and dashed off. If he wanted to get Raven, he would have to get to her first. Arriving at the gates of BloodFang, I killed everyone and anyone who tried to stop it.

"Randall, I understand that you want to protect me, but I also have my own skills and strengths. Together, we can face this villain and overcome any obstacle that is in our way. Don't leave me aside, trust me." There is a tense pause, Randall's eyes looking for mine in search of an answer. Finally, he sighs and reaches out to me. "Stella, I trust you more than anyone else in this universe. If you are determined to face this threat, then I will be by your side, fighting together as a team." I smile relieved and shake your hand firmly. "Thank you, Randall. Together, we are unstoppable." With renewed confidence and our hearts in tune, we prepare for the final confrontation with an evil that ros

Vaari grabs the chain and drapes it over my head letting the pendant fall on my chest. Hearing a deep rumble above, I look up just in time to see Draig breathe fire over the top of Mummo's boat, that sits next to her mother's burial mound. "Vaari's right, you should have it. I remember laying with Mummo, you were the one always playing with her necklace," Raven's voice shudders, she stares ahead while grabbing my hand and lacing her fingers with mine.

A sea of honeyed fire comes down my throat but my hunger isn’t filled, my meal is interrupted when The Ray bites down hard onto my tongue. I shriek and push him away, tricked by the sweet smells of the monster. “You bit me!” “You kissed me!” “That was not what I would call a kiss,” I sneered. The Ray turns even redder than before, a feat unknown to me. This creature turns red and is so warm and easy to bother. I no longer fear it, because he fears me more than I fear him.

The Fenris ships, caught in the sudden gravitational backdraft, were tossed away from the hull like toys in a hurricane. Elena stood up, her breath coming in ragged, frozen gasps. Across the void, she saw the lights of the Fenris mothership flicker and die. In the silence of the vacuum, she felt the "Hidden" power begin to ebb, leaving her dangerously cold. But as she drifted back toward the airlock, she saw a single ship appearing from behind the nebula. It wasn't a Fenris needle. It was a sleek, royal-grade interceptor, marked with the crest of the Silver Creek Pack.

The giant ship did not just arrive. It ripped the sky wide open. It looked like some massive, jagged tooth—so huge, you couldn’t see a single star past it. From the library windows, the “Tooth” sat out there like a mountain built from black iron and cold glass. No lights. No engines. Just a heartbeat, deep and thunderous, shaking the Oven-Maker’s metal floors with every thump. “That’s not a ship,” Raven whispered, clutching her metal pipe so tight her knuckles went pale. “That’s a tomb.”

"Kaelor, look at the signatures of the ships above." "What am I looking at?" "They aren't Aethelgard ships. Those are Navia hulls. Steam-engines and salvaged iron." Aradaa’s heart sank. "It’s the humans. A 'New Republic.' They aren't trying to claim the ship... they’re trying to kill the 'Beast in the Deep.' They’re afraid of us." "Those are our people!" Kaelor shouted. "Why are they dropping fire on our heads?" A new signal pulsed on the sonar—a familiar, sharp encryption.

It was a faint spark, not the roaring bonfire of the Void, but it was there. "I can try," Tristan said. "But we need to get there first. And we need the fleet." The Rendezvous Point The Mammoth ran out of track at the edge of the Dragontooth Cliffs. The rail line ended abruptly, twisted metal hanging over a hundred-foot drop into the churning gray ocean. Below, hidden in a cove of jagged black rock, lay the Rebel Fleet. It was a magnificent, ragtag sight. The stolen cruiser Sovereign sat in the center, looking like a scarred beast. Around it clustered hundreds of smaller vessels—pirate sloops with patched sails, Iron-Kin barges armored with scrap metal, and sleek merchant runners from the Fr