Stucky Ship Novels & Stories

We dragged the corpses into the dark. Thomas exhaled hard. “Clock’s ticking.” “Yeah. Let’s go.” We slipped into the yard. The pier was alive—workers hauling crates, forklifts humming, trucks reversing with sharp beeps. But look close enough and you saw it: these weren’t dockhands. They moved with discipline, heads scanning, steps too sharp. Sicily’s army wearing borrowed skin. The shipment was there, stacked in the open like trophies. Dozens of crates, unmarked, except for a faint stenciled number: 19-9.

ZAYN The dock smelled like salt, diesel, and old rope, the kind of place where deals went down under flickering lights and nobody asked questions. The ship finally bumped against the concrete pier, engines coughing their last as the crew exploded into action. They scrambled off like rats fleeing a sinking ship, boots slapping against the wet planks, voices overlapping in a frantic mess of curses and shouts. I didn’t blame them. Today had been long, bloody, it was perfectly normal for them to try and get off as fast as they could.

Shawn made his way to the port far away from the capital to the north. He walked along the port with his walking stick wearing an emerald suit and looked dashing yet intimidating. His walking stick tacked on the cement with each step he took and when he reached the docks, the wood creaked under him. He got many curious looks from the fishermen and sellers. As he walked down the dock he found a ship named Lona Nou. He stopped in front of it and couldn’t see anyone on the ship. He walked back up the docks and looked for someone -- anyone to ask questions.

I give her full control as I hit the night again. Me- Good thing I was naked. Shelby- Discussion on that later. Me- We didn’t get to you know. Shelby- Later, I need to focus. Shelby sniffs out the rogues. These aren’t Uncle TJ’s; these are nasty rogues, who kill for the fun of it. Too bad for them, so does Shelby.

Forced to halt, Howard raised his head to meet Adrian's gaze, his eyes betraying a mix of indignation and embarrassment. Meanwhile, Adrian maintained a frigid stare, uttering, "Wanna get in? I can grant you access, but I think you’re forgetting something." Howard knew that Adrian expected an apology, yet he harbored a stubborn reluctance. He erupted in anger, shouting, "This ship belongs to me! I'll go where I please!" "You're correct, this ship is under your ownership," Adrian acknowledged coolly, "However, I am not under your domain. Without my intervention, the ghost will inevitably descend to the lower deck once I depart. Consider this: what fate do you think awaits you when Autumn takes

But when our eyes met, even for just a second, my heart skipped. I quickly looked away and focused on setting down the refreshments, by placing cups of tea, pouring wine, laying plates of snacks and biscuits on the dining table one by one. The men were deep in conversation. “Our international shipping deal just came through,” one of them was saying. “If we get Adam’s approval, we’ll move thirty percent of our goods through the Port of los Angeles directly. No more intermediaries. It’ll double our profits.” Mr. Grey nodded slightly. “I want numbers by the end of the week.”

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. ×

Lindsey fell for balance in Alec's arms. "We've got to stop this habit of ours," Alec chided after. "What was that?" Phil exclaimed; his eyes still round with surprise. Garullo gave everyone an answer. "This ship is failing and under repair. It happens constantly around here," "Why are they still using this old ship anyway?" Alec muttered. "Like I said, it's a special ship," Garullo said almost imperceptibly as Phil spoke. Suddenly Garullo halted before turning at a corner. "What is it, Garullo?" Phil asked.

Sam jumped over the ledge, immediately turned around and held his hand out for me to grab. I would act surprised by his gesture, but to be fair, this behaviour was to be expected of any decent person. My fingers grasped his hand and his cool skin tingled against mine when he tightened his hold on me. With his assistance, I manoeuvred over the ledge, both feet landing on the grand wooden deck. As expected, the ship bore the signature black signature colour, adorned with dark red flags that fluttered in the breeze. Wooden sculptures of demons and bats stood high, all in attacking postures. Wruy followed closely behind me. After a moment of marvelling at the ship's masterful construction, I red

"I am going to the egg chamber." "Why?" "Because the Figure just became the most important person in the universe. Again. And if there really is a shadow version of everything we have built out there, then there is a shadow version of the Figure too. And shadows, Katherine, are always hungry for light." The compass burned. The needle pointed down. And far above the atmosphere, hanging in the dark between the planetary shield and the stars, nine hundred and thirty-seven warships that were and were not Jack Sterling's fleet waited with the patient precision of a mirror reflecting a face that had not yet looked away.