Titan Book Ship Novels & Stories

She recalled Leo's parting words to her: "You can't let Titan get a whiff of us okay? You have to be craftier and smarter. Be ahead of him in his thinking. No matter how many good things he's done for you, don't ever forget how brutal and erratic he is. He'll snuff out our lives, just like he did with his first mate if he ever finds out about us." Maya knocked and let herself in. "Hey girl, oh there you are," Maya said, jumping on her bed. "I knew Titan would find you,"

They simply un-blurred from the background radiation of space, just past the orbit of Titan. ​They were beautiful and terrifying. They didn't look like ships at all, but like gargantuan, translucent Nautilus shells carved from frozen starlight. There were no visible engines, no weapons, no cold-processing arrays. They hummed with a frequency that was so deep it made the Respiration’s ironwood hull weep a sweet-smelling resin.

The Naval fleet is also waiting for the arrival of the 327th fleet with its seven hundred thousand dreadnoughts and battleships. The 327th fleet is one of the Kingdom's largest fleets and the most powerful because it is made up of pure destructive might. Its flagship is called the Benevolence, the third Titan Class Ship that was built during the Starlians' defeat at the Land of Demise. The Benevolence is equipped with 200 heavy tripple barrel magic cannons that can rotate for 180 to 360 degrees, it also have 400 single barrel cannons that can fire both magic and solid projectiles. The Benevolence has an isosceles triangular(∆) shape and is 10 to 15,000 kilometers long. It has a height of 4 t

Its edges were curled with heat, the script shifting like molten iron beneath the surface. Maya didn’t speak. She knew what they were nearing. The Sixth Tide. And worse—the betrayal that made it real. --- The Iron Salt wasn’t an island. It was a graveyard. Hundreds of broken ships drifted in a perfect circle, chained together by coral-grown anchors. Fragments of weapons jutted from masts. Statues of half-forgotten gods stood cracked on shattered decks. Some ships were made of steel, others of bone. One, drifting slowly to starboard, appeared to be carved from teeth.

below fell silent, their heads snapping upward in unison. The Sovereign ships—the massive, obsidian vessels that had terrorized the Iron Shore for months—were returning. They descended through the atmosphere in a jagged, disorganized swarm. But they weren't in battle formation. Their hulls were scorched, their extraction beams flickering and broken. Dante narrowed his eyes, his silver-tech eye zooming in on the leading ship. "They aren't attacking, Ivy. They’re venting their engines. They’re burning everything they have just to move."

" I turned the view from the earth and looked into the infinite, pitch-black void of all. There, radiated by the bright light of the sun, drove the relic. The sister ship of the echo of the stars. It was a steel Leviathan. At least five kilometers long, shaped like a aerodynamic arrowhead, crowned by three huge, annular Drive sections. The shell was of a matte, blunt grey, oversaturated with Hundreds of dead solar hedges, like the broken wings of a huge Bats in the room. There were no lights. No position lights, no glow in the engines. The ship was absolutely dead. And Silas was right: the starboard flank was torn up. Violent,

Xiao Fang explained the function of the imperial ship to Ciao Chen. After seeing and hearing about the advantages of the imperial ship, Xiao Chen was truly amazed. It was even crazier than his own ship, so Xiao Chen was very happy to use the imperial large ship. Xiao Fang was aware of what his younger brother was planning and firmly rejected the request. This warship was not a ship for Xiao Chen to use freely. Although it was powerful, the materials needed for the ship were rare and very expensive. The empire only had ten at the half-emperor level, twenty at the king level, and a hundred at the immortal level. Xiao Fang made this ship a walking fortress for the Xiao empire if it ever explore

“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’.”

She was going to gas tens of thousands of her own citizens, workers, and soldiers just to flush out the rebellion. "The ultimate efficiency," Tristan whispered in horror. "Erase the board and start over." "Tristan, pull the lever!" Saoirse yelled, sensing his hesitation. "We have to let the fleet in!" Tristan grabbed the third lever. With a primal shout of exertion, he ripped it downward. CLANG. Through the glass wall, they watched as the magical blue light of the Titan’s Gate vanished entirely. The massive, house-sized links of the iron chain succumbed to gravity, crashing down into the depths of the ocean and clearing the harbor entrance.