Sundrop X Moondrop Ship Novels & Stories

" My heart skipped a beat at his words, and a glimmer of hope ignited within me. Maybe, just maybe, I had found a way out of the darkness and into a brighter future, with Romain by my side. As I washed my hands and face with rosewater and soap in the basin, my mind lingered on Sophia's cruelty and her attempts to eliminate me. Yet, here I was, in the arms of my savior - the Dark Prince, my mate. My cheeks flushed as I recalled the kiss and his sweet words. 'Thank you, Moon Goddess,' I whispered, drying myself with a linen towel. But, just as I relaxed, a low, husky voice whispered in my ear, 'The time is near, Aria. Your destiny is calling.'

he asks me. “Yes. Literally.” That gets a chuckle out of him. “So what did they allegedly do?” “According to Mr. Blake, they decided to load all of the poop up and take it across the sea and dump it. He said that the narrowest point of the sea from Sundrop takes you to Dun’s Crossing. Originally, it was called Dung’s Crossing.” Kieran chuckles. “I really don’t believe that shit.”

"Come and take him!" Solas stared at me for a long, quiet second. A flicker of amusement crossed his giant, shimmering face. "Very well, Queen Elara," Solas replied softly. "I was hoping you would say that." The hologram vanished. The Gilded Sun did not fire its cannons. Instead, the massive bay doors on the underside of the flagship slowly ground open. They did not drop bombs. They dropped pods. Hundreds of sleek, silver drop pods rained down from the belly of the ship. They slammed into the frozen harbor, embedding themselves in the ice and the stone of the lower city.

I heard from the front gate and the two of us began to rush over to see who had arrived. When we made it back to the packhouse we saw a stream of SUVs arriving and I knew that they were from Ridgewood pack. Alpha Reese must have also decided on having some of his men join us here and I don’t think it was a bad idea, especially if we fail on trapping the Moon Witch in her own realm.

He gulps the last of his water, crushes the empty bottle in his hand until it scrunches into a ball, then hurls the fisted plastic into the farthest depth of the forests beyond us at inhuman speed. The baritone in his voice drops a notch below. “We’ll end him.” I'm about to ask what the plan will be in detail, when my mind drifts to the date of the next full moon. Only a few days away now, the date coincides with… the night of the School's Winter Formal. Shane balls both his hands into fists, inhaling, then stares up at the reddening sky. “Dreadborn will fall on the next full moon. I'll make damn certain of it.”

Mario asked, excitement flickering across his face. ​"There is a second warehouse," Chloe said, her eyes narrowing. "It’s an old cold-storage facility in the Brooklyn Navy Yard, disguised as a defunct meat-packing plant. It’s registered under a shell company called 'Apex Logistics.' And here’s the kicker: the Sovereign isn't the only ship. There are two high-speed transport vessels—the Valkyrie and the Wraith—that are trailing forty miles behind the main ship. They move without transponders. They dock at a private pier three miles north of the main terminal, exactly one hour after the Sovereign hits the port."

And the strain was starting to tear me apart. ### The Arrival of the Syndicate The peace of the New Eden lasted exactly seventy-two hours. On the morning of the fourth day, the sky didn't turn red, and the sirens didn't wail. Instead, a fleet of black, silent ships descended from the clouds. They weren't Aethelgard ships; they were sleek, organic-looking vessels that seemed to be made of liquid obsidian. They didn't land in the streets; they hovered exactly three feet above the "Stitched" pavement, defying the physics I was working so hard to maintain.

​"Sarah, the salt concentration!" ​Sarah dumped the final crates of industrial-grade sea salt into the pool. The water turned a milky, crystalline white. ​"Nora, wait!" Hestia shouted from the mouth of the cave. "Look at the horizon!" ​I looked back. The mist was being torn apart by a high-altitude sonic boom. A sleek, white needle-ship—a smaller, more agile version of the Continuum vessels—was descending toward the islands. Thorne wasn't waiting for his "Whistle" to work. He was coming to reclaim his harvest personally.

The lead Alden war ship drew up parallel, close enough that the captains could shout across the gap between the ships. “We are Estrean merchants,” the Concordian vampire captain called out with a good approximation of the Estrean accent. “On our way to collect fabrics and other merchandise from Concordia.” “We see the flag. Concordia is a dangerous place at this time. It is advisable for you to reconsider your destination,” the Alden captain called back.

he lied gently. She smiled, already falling back into sleep. “Bring donuts.” He looked at Heidi. Heidi looked at him. She nodded. Translation: donuts or death. He could live with those stakes. Brindabella Slipway — Dawn Koa’s sloop sat on a trailer, lights wired to a borrowed LandCruiser, tarps tied tight over the deck. The lake glowed pewter under a sky deciding what to be. Jack tossed the pelican case aboard and hopped up after it.