Victorious Ship Novels & Stories

“A railgun strike could rupture the hull.” “Then you better hope your pilot is as good as you said he was, Victor,” I snarled. “Because I’m not playing chess anymore. I’m flipping the board.” I watched the tactical overlay as the Valkyrie ship surged forward, the massive engines humming with a predatory vibration. On the secondary screen, I saw Ocean’s scout bird lift off, a tiny speck of defiance heading toward the massive freighter. My world was splitting in two directions, and for the first time in my life, I wasn't sure if I could bridge the gap.

Arthur asked, leaning closer as he tried to peer at the page that she had opened. "I'm going to bid on Mr. September." Victory gave out a low appreciative whistle, wagging her eyebrows as she pointed at a photo of a hunky looking man, clad only in a pair of jeans that hung low on his waist, revealing hard abs and sculpted muscle. "I wouldn't mind him cooking for me." Victory continued, licking her lips lecherously as a mischievous smile appeared on her face. She read aloud what the winning bidder would be entitled to.

Through the black smoke, a solitary figure remained standing on the concrete pier above us, untouched by the fire or the gunfire. Viktor stood with his cane, looking down at the burning ship. He didn't look angry. He looked almost satisfied, as if the destruction of his own ship and crew was simply a variable he had already factored into the equation. "Impressive, Don Moretti," Viktor called out, his throat amplifier humming through the smoke. "You fight like a man who still has something to lose. That makes you dangerous. But it also makes you predictable." He lifted his heavy silver-topped cane, pressing a small recessed button near the grip.

“Stabilizing!” The engines struggled for a moment. Then the water calmed again. Emma stared at the radar. Her eyes widened. “The warship…” Victor looked at the screen. The massive signal of Adrian Vale’s vessel flickered violently. Parts of it disappeared from the radar. Daniel leaned forward. “Did we get him?” Sophia watched the signal carefully. The giant vessel was badly damaged. But it was still there. Elizabeth whispered quietly. “He survived… again.” Lewis looked at the radar. The Covenant fortress was broken and drifting. But not destroyed. The final battle with Adrian Vale was far from over.

Before I could hit her again the Queen turned into a puddle of ink, which went into the deck and disappeared into the sea. The Southern fleet seeing their Queen gone and their eclipse broken started to run. Helios and the Sea-Singer chased the remaining skiffs into the distance leaving The Widow’s Wail alone in the sea. I stood on the deck of the enemy ship my Aetheric armor gone my body feeling like it had been hit by a rock. Malachi landed beside me breathing hard. He caught me as I stumbled his arms the thing keeping me from falling. "We won " he whispered, his forehead against mine.

His ribs, still knit together with surgical tape and stubbornness, shrieked in protest. "Whoa! What the f**k?" Zack scrambled for a handhold as the ship tilted at a forty-five-degree angle. "Victor, you’re going to shear the wings off!" "The wings are for show, Zack! Watch the scanners!" Victor’s jaw was a locked hinge of bone and gristle. He stared through the reinforced glass at the massive, obsidian citadel rising ahead of them. It looked like a needle made of shadow, piercing the clouds. "Camille, get the breach charges ready. We aren't docking. I'm putting a hole in their hull."

"Submit or die." The eel school froze instantly. Then they all swam toward my hand and rubbed against my fingers. [Tamed Creatures: Sentry Eels x12] [Status: Absolute Obedience / High Voltage Discharge Available] I ordered them to spread around the edge of the reef cluster, forming an invisible line of defense. In the distance, two speedboats carrying ragged black flags appeared on the sea. "Pirates! Run!" Victor collapsed onto the deck in fright. Captain White drew the rusty knife from his belt and stared at the approaching speedboats.

The elegant, cruel script seemed to burn itself into my vision. Well played, little vessel. A noble rescue. Three hundred and twelve souls were reclaimed today. While your forces were occupied, my disciples visited three of your allied territories. They were, as you say, ‘under-manned.’ We acquired five hundred new vessels. The math, I believe, favors me. Until our next move. The world tilted. The numbers echoed in my skull. Three hundred saved. Five hundred taken. The parchment fluttered from my numb fingers. My knees gave out completely. Kael caught me before I hit the forest floor.

he whispers as I tear my eyes away from him and keep my head down as shame rolls off me “Alexander... Do you still think I am a Worthy Mate...?"

Sent it screaming back toward the Hierarchy ship. Their shields flared. Failed. The beam struck their hull and the massive ship exploded in light that hurt to see. Silence fell across the battlefield. The Hierarchy was gone. Destroyed by their own weapon turned against them. We had won. Impossibly incredibly we had won. Together connected we caught the weapon's beam and turned it back on the Hierarchy ship.