Titan Book Ship Novels & Stories

The merchant ship descended to a low altitude and immediately, a ship approached. A young man’s voice came from inside. “Hello, I am the navigator of this large trade zone. If you need anything, just ask me. I know this place very well.” Upon seeing the word ‘Central’ engraved on the other party’s ship, Marlee felt relieved. If they were another swindler like Willie, there would not be the word ‘Central’ on their ship. This was a means of transportation that only staff members recognized by the Central Sacred Continent officials could drive.

“Aylessio’s side.” Aylessio? What? She stared at me expectantly, wiggling her eyebrows teasingly. Rebecca and Artemy. Aylessio. Her ship name for us. I let out a laugh when realization dawned to me. She really wasn’t giving up. “Don’t laugh. This ship is not sinking, you hear me? It has sailed and will keep sailing! It’s not sinking under my watch.” She narrowed her eyes at me, but her tone had taken a teasing lilt now.

Kai By the time the ship draws near, it’s pretty clear that it’s Wyveronian. The flag’s stylized red dragon against the black background tells me as much, as does the ship’s name emblazoned on the side: Sea Flame. “At least they’re in human form,” Niko mumbles beside me. “Though, I’m pretty sure I can take ‘em regardless.” I exhale, turning to my Beta. “You’ve never once fought one of them. Hell, you’ve never even seen one of them shifted. Neither have I.”

Her mind raced back through her father's old engineering journals–pages of handwritten notes she had memorized during the long, lonely nights after his death. She turned around, her green eyes bright with sharp, brilliant determination. "We don't need to wait for the Kingsley Titan to clear Vancouver harbor." Alexander walked over to her, reaching out to take her hands into his. "What are you thinking, my love?" "The Kingsley Titan is our heavy timber freighter," Amelia explained quickly, her words flowing fast and smooth. "But Kingsley Shipping has three smaller, fast-deck feeder vessels docked in Seattle, Washington–just three hours south of the Canadian border across Puget Sound!"

It was just the family. "It’s too big," Mia commented, shading her eyes with her sunglasses. "If pirates attack, clearing all those decks will take at least twenty minutes." "Pirates?" Kian wrapped an arm around his wife’s waist. "Mia, the hull is reinforced with military-grade titanium. If pirates ram it, their boat will shatter like glass." Jackson stood at the bottom of the boarding ramp, looking incredibly relaxed in a linen shirt and chinos. Serenity stood beside him, wearing a wide-brimmed sun hat and a flowing white summer dress.

I stopped before the heavy oak doors of the Titan’s private chambers and took a deep breath as I studied the I paused to gather my wits. Quickly, I reminded myself that this wasn't just for me, but also for my unborn child. Taking another breath, I knocked once and pushed the doors open. The smell of crushed mint herbs and burnt tallow immediately hit me. Titan was propped against a mountain of furs, his shirt hanging open to expose his chest. His left leg was still wrapped in a slightly pink linen clothes, and he had a book open on his lap. I focused on the permanent irritation I felt towards him as he raised his head.

The tablet was gone. I looked toward the open loading dock leading to the pier. Under the flashing lightning of the midnight storm, I saw the silhouette of Richard Miller frantically scrambling up the iron gangplank of the massive cargo ship, the tablet clutched in his bleeding hand as the ship’s engines let out a deafening, final roar, beginning to pull away from the dock.

We ignore them as Titan walks into the packhouse towards the northern corner where Owen told me to go. I sense two souls as I get closer. And opens the first door but finds the office empty. I know what that means, and I turn to the other door. What I see when I open it makes my rage grow. Shannon is tied up naked on the bed, blood running from her neck, where he has obviously marked her by force. “Hello, Alpha, I would advice you to leave.” Titan growls. “Let her go.” Titan's deep voice sounds.

She gave me a long, hard look before turning around and rounding the last container until we reached the other side. "Is that your ship?" I couldn't help but ask. "Yes, that's my baby," She said. "I call her Princella. She's cute, but she can fire torpedoes. It was a pricey update, but it was totally worth it.” “Wow," was all I could say as I glanced at the ship. It looked pretty unassuming. "So, can I see my servers now…” I stopped as I turned the corner of the last container. Talia was already inside it, waiting for me.

No legal registry numbers caught the light. "The Nereid," Aisha muttered, her voice dropping back into that low, dominant contralto as she expertly brought the zodiac alongside the towering steel wall. "Julian's primary deep-water transport. This ship doesn't exist on any corporate ledger. It hasn't docked in a civilian port in five years." A heavy cargo net was thrown over the side, hitting the rubber tube of the zodiac with a wet thud. "Up, Elara!" Aisha commanded, grabbing the back of my life vest with a terrifying, effortless strength and hoisting me toward the ropes. "The clock is down to forty-five hours, and the Atlantic transport leaves from Nova Scotia by sunrise. Move!"