Sunlight Ship Novels & Stories

But then, the glass path beneath us began to vibrate. A cold, golden light began to bleed through the purple clouds. The beautiful moment was shattered by a sound I recognized all too well—the sound of a silver horn. Silas pulled back, his eyes flashing with warning. He stood in front of me, his shadow-spear appearing in his hand. "They found us," he hissed. Through the clouds, a fleet of golden ships appeared. They weren't made of wood; they were made of light, and they were filled with Celestial Solars—the warriors of the Sun.

When the sail caught the sun, it gleamed with the exact same iridescent light as Elias’s anchor band. They named the ship The Resonance. On the day of the launch, the beach was packed. Thousands of wolves had traveled from the interior to witness the departure. I stood on the wooden docks with the Vanguard. The crew was small, deliberately so. They were not an invading force; they were a surgical team.

​YARA POV ​By the time six oclock rolled around, the guests had boarded the estate's massive three deck yacht for the sunset party. ​The ship glided smoothly over the waters of the ocean, the sky turning dark shades of burnt orange. Music played softly from the outdoor speakers, guests drank expensive champagne, and laughter filled the main deck.

And Caleb stood directly behind her, his hand resting at the small of her back a constant, grounding heat against the rising tide of her power. ​Before them sat the captured Southern fleet. Seven dreadnoughts, led by the Solaris, bobbed in the dark water. They were beautiful, gilded things, designed to reflect the sun and dazzle the eyes of "lesser" nations. ​“They are Sun-Bonded,” Silas said, his voice carrying a new, rhythmic resonance. “The Southern Scribes wove light-spells into the hulls. If a Northern hand touches the wheel, the ships will ignite. We cannot sail them as they are.”

“The sea is rough and the days are long. My love is gone. I’ll keep this candle lit for me, so my love comes back to me.” The sun was slowly peeking up over the horizon, shimmers of gold touched the tops of the passing waves. The sunlight dancing on them. Claire’s eyes were heavy and she slowly began to nod in and out. The men below were starting to wake as the sun began to slowly spread over the deck. The sunlight sneaking into the deepest cracks on the ship. The men grumbling that had fallen asleep on the deck as the sunlight woke them. “What's your name Lady Captain?” A voice said from behind her.

Winds of the cultivating Sky World spread like a rabid fire unchained by men or monsters, but these winds provide the sale of Salavanta’s ship. The stormbellow of the cloaked ship roars with the coming rain. Sounds of both elements mix and mash together like harmony gushing over a waterfall. The Translucent Sun is a one-of-a-kind ship made to cloak and under this ability birth from the arcane and technology, the ship moves faster by keeping the stormbellow at just enough power to float and turning the jets off. With the wind and rain picking up in the air, it is easy for the ship to travel faster within Sky World, but even more impressive is how silent the vessel is without the use of extra

she protested, but was already moving to the floor-to-ceiling glass that showcased the Manhattan skyline. "East. Toward the water." Camille pressed her forehead against the cool glass, eyes searching the horizon where night was reluctantly giving way to morning. "What am I looking for?" "Wait for it." As if on cue, the first ray of sunlight broke across the water, igniting the glass towers of the financial district in gold and fire. But it wasn't just the buildings that caught the light. An enormous structure floated in the harbor, a ship unlike any Camille had seen before. Its vast deck gleamed with what appeared to be thousands of mirrored panels catching the sunrise.

“Already?” He nodded, watching the light reflect off her freckles. “You slept through most of it.” “Guess I needed that,” she whispered, glancing toward Kyle. The boy waved his iPad proudly, showing her his latest game score. --- By the time they arrived at the yacht, the sun was high and golden, scattering diamonds across the turquoise waves. Lucas’s yacht — The Solstice — gleamed under the light, a masterpiece of white steel and tinted glass, gliding through the sea as though the ocean itself bent for it.

Shola's extremities covered hundreds of square miles of ocean and, that being the case, could feast on nearly limitless sunlight. Wonderful, delicious sunlight, which was different from that available on her native planet had its own unique bouquet. It was a dreamy existence for the most part, drifting with the currents, pursuing whatever thoughts happened along, and keeping the world at bay. Well, almost at bay, since there was no way to ignore the surface vessels that did occasional damage to her delicate limbs, or the minds, thousands upon thousands of which planned, schemed, and plotted until the ethers were filled with the metal equivalent of static.

SHAWN I didn’t know what I expected. A normal coronation? A quiet night under the full moon? Honestly, I thought I’d just be standing there, cheering for Mike, my best friend, as he became Alpha of the Brim Pack. I’ve known wolves, packs and mates my whole life through him—heard the stories, the rituals, the warnings. The night air was cold. Fires crackled around the clearing, casting dancing shadows on the faces. The scent of the forest mixed with smoke,dried herbs and tobacco.