Sundrop X Moondrop Ship Novels & Stories

“Now that I have the master files, I can upgrade our ship’s engines using the original Nightshade tech. We’ll be able to fly through a hurricane without shaking a single coffee cup.” Hope walked into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes. She looked at the blinking gold map on the table and then at Faith’s determined face. A bright, adventurous smile spread across Hope’s face. “Are we going on a road trip?” Hope asked. “Not a road trip,” Faith smiled, her brown eyes flashing with a familiar, brilliant spark. An expedition. By afternoon, the peaceful garden was filled with the sound of tools clanking. Leo was underneath the stealth ship, his blue light humming as he installed the new core processors

“Lady Ever—” “No names.” Becky lifted a hand without slowing. “Not mine. Not yours. Not tonight.” The man bowed his head. “As you wish.” “Is the ship ready?” “Aye.” He jerked his chin toward the vessel moored at the far end of the dock. It was a weather-beaten cargo ship, hull patched, sails rolled, the Eastwind insignia freshly painted over with a darker, unfamiliar crest. “False flag, false registry, false manifests. No one’ll track where she’s goin’.”

“If we go by Kael’s vanguard speed, and the currents along the Western Ocean, we’ve got maybe three days, four if we’re lucky. And Luna, Kael brought fifty ships. The Imperial Missive we intercepted… it says the Emperor is bringing over three hundred. We don’t have enough Black Summit engineers to pull off sabotage at that kind of scale.” Silas spoke next, voice thick, arms crossed so tight his shoulders looked carved. “If three hundred iron dreadnoughts park in our harbor and start firing, the Capital turns to gravel in an hour. Our Sun-Fire wards were made for vampires, not Old World artillery.” “Then we don’t let them reach the harbor,” I declared, my mind already sliding into the tactica

“But I’d be a Trojan Horse.” “If you’re comfortable with it, that would be helpful,” Thea said. “Who do you think will be at the summit?” “At least Crescent Moon, Mead Moon, Storm Moon, Far Side, Eclipse, Cold Moon, and Ice Moon. They were the packs that were upset about missing slaves. Possibly Moonrise and Chaste Moon. They’re neighbors with Crescent Moon. They probably think it’s safer to back them instead of New Dawn.” “Thank you, Alpha Ford,” Thea said. “I’m looking forward to our alliance and growing closer.”

Madoc looked over his shoulder at the dead hunter. "Unfortunately, that only works on humans," he said. "No, our business dealings can only work with cooperation. But that doesn't change the fact that I have quite a bit of leverage should you choose to be difficult. And now you understand just how powerful Sunrise Corporation is. You really don't want to cross us." Leon and Remy then pulled up in their black SUV. When they got out, Madoc said, "Boys, it appears we had a bit of a hiccup with the cargo on this trip." Then he looked back to me. "I suppose you won't tell me where they are?"

Knox's voice came from behind him. “What Leverage are we needing?” Ronan asked, turning on his heels to look at Knox. “The very beautiful woman Angela is holding is Zeke’s mate and Luna to Moonlight. Mick is holding Asher’s mate and Luna to Red Woods.” Knox began explaining. “Kind of figured that.” Ronan said not hiding his annoyance. “Moonlight and Red Woods are Cross River’s biggest allies and hold the biggest packs next to Cross River. So now we have their Lunas and if they do not bow before me…they will not have Lunas anymore.” Knox grinned looking at each woman.

The shadow-chains exploded from his wrists, ten times thicker and more lethal than before. "The wolf..." Dante whispered, looking at his hands. "He's... he's different. He’s bigger." "He’s a Void-Wolf now," I said, standing up and pulling him with me. "And we have a fleet to sink." "Zora, look," Sora said, pointing to the primary monitor. The Hegemony warships weren't just rotating their cannons anymore. They were launching "Titan-Class" drop-pods. Dozens of them. They were falling from the sky like black raindrops, aimed directly at the Shadow-District.

[The Cradle of Shadows] The Vane interceptor groaned as it banked sharply away from the Highlands Vault, its thrusters screaming in protest against the manual override. Below them, the fleet of black gunships—Lucien’s personal hounds—scattered like startled crows, their formation broken by the sudden, erratic maneuver of the courier ship.

An obsidian stone is inside my seal, and the guards fall over themselves to let us inside once they know who I am. The wall is ridiculously tall, made of thick, reinforced steel. I crane my neck back, move my hair back to see it all. The portly guard pulls a lever, and a portion of it lowers. Clunky and groaning, the ice flys out, the gate forcing its way open. The gate lowers completely, warm water slowly trickles out, and the inside of Estate Eclipse is steaming. I grab onto Dante and he helps me past the blocks of ice until we cross the other side of the gate.

“You’re lucky I like cleaning up messes.” Vicenzo chuckled, though there was something unreadable in his voice. “Tomorrow night. Everything’s set. The shipment will land at Dock 12. No delays. I’ll send the drop point an hour before.” “Everything is covered on my end,” I replied coolly. “Security, backup routes, trucks. No leaks. No loose mouths.” “Good.” He paused, then added, “And make sure no one hears about it especially Marylin. She talks too much when she’s drunk.”