Sunlight Ship Novels & Stories

The air burned his battered lungs, but it was a good burn—the kind that reminded him he was still breathing, still alive. To the east, cutting through the golden reflection of the sunrise, a white hull was visible on the horizon. It wasn't a sleek, black stealth ship, and it bore no corporate logos. It was a standard Coast Guard cutter, its bow throwing up white spray as it steered a direct heading toward the pinging coordinates of their survival sphere. The nightmare of mercenaries and monsters was truly behind them; the normal world had finally come to bring them home.

It turned Black. It wasn't the black of night; it was the black of an eclipse. A massive, hexagonal shadow began to blot out the sun, a vessel so vast that its leading edge was over the Atlantic while its trailing edge still brushed the Great Lakes. This was the Andromeda Prime—the flagship of the "True Owner."

A massive, funnel-like vacuum of shadow erupted from my palm, stretching across the valley and latching onto the lead ship, I watched as the golden glow of the fleet began to dim, the light being dragged toward me in shimmering, violent ribbons. The Sol Invictus lurched, its engines sputtering as I drained the very power that kept it airborne. "Go back, Jaxon," I commanded, my voice layered with the echoes of the Abyssal Kings, "tell your King that the Sun has officially set, if he wants his child, he’ll have to come into the dark to get him." Jaxon didn't wait for a second warning, he scrambled back into the scout ship, the ramp slamming shut as the vessel struggled to lift off against the

Rage and hate poured from him in a sickly red aura. Methodically, like he knew he was being watched, he turned to the side, revealing a ship. White with orange trim. Lifesavers mounted to the starboard dipped and rose with the tide. Distorted blue letters were printed on the rear stern, but she couldn't read them through the haze.

The full bottom of the shield was made of sturdy metal, providing stability and protection. Embedded within the water shield were the waylights, serving as the carriage's headlights. These dark cone-shaped lights emitted a mesmerizing magenta glow, created by the bright polarized light beams that radiated from the crystal tips. At this time, just before daybreak, the lights illuminated the surroundings with a captivating magenta hue, casting an enchanting shimmer in the surrounding waters. As the carriage advanced, the magenta glow pierced through the darkness of the underwater landscape, revealing glimpses of vibrant corals, swaying sea plants, and the elusive creatures that inhabited the d

The white sand shines in the bright afternoon sun, burning the sensitive pads of my bare feet as Daax and I pull the pod from the water and hide it in a nearby cave. Holding my mate’s hand, I interlace our fingers as I guide him through the dark cavern. As the path slowly widens, sunlight filtered through falling water dancing along the walls. “I’ve kept it safe here for you,” I grin as we step through the falls. Sitting on the calm waters of the cove below is a vessel, still sea-worthy even after decades of sitting idle. Her beautiful, long lines can cut through water faster than most of the imperial fleet, and with its signature solar wings capturing both light and wind, she is nearly impo

“Okay, on the count of three. One…. Two…. Three…. now push!” The ship is beginning to shift its movements down. It’s a bumpy ride from all the turbulence we endure as we hit severe winds. The clouds are starting to appear. Once we finally break through all the shadows, bringing light to the sky, as the sun hit the ship, steam began to swirl around the metal, gliding like a fog hugging the ground and making the ice crystals vaporize when we broke through to earth's atmosphere. I am greeted with a magnificent view of the sun rising, I have never experienced before. I am just in all from this image right in front of my eyes. Earth is nothing like Our planet on Bamptillia. Yes, we have different

"Look out your western window." The old man turned his head sharply toward the small, round porthole on the right side of the cabin. I leaned over his shoulder, squinting through the salt-crusted glass. The sun had completely gone down now, leaving the horizon a deep, starless, suffocating black. But out on the water, about half a mile away, a single, brilliant white light was burning. It was a massive, military-grade searchlight, cutting through the dark waves, its beam bouncing erratically off the swells as it headed straight toward the *Melody*.

I didn’t bother with an umbrella; it was a bit hot, but I felt lighter than I had in years. Even the darkest places eventually see the light.