Weird Mha Ships Novels & Stories

Yi Ru Wan crossed her arms and watched the scene with an entertained smirk. 'Hmph! Just an ugly cripple. You think you're qualified to stand by my Brother Tian's side?' If it weren't for the crowds deafening roar, she would've shouted for the wench to feel shame and go die in a rathole. The hovership, silver in color with a shark-like sharp front, descended to the ground and silently powered off. Its top and sides slid back, revealing the two figures sitting side-by-side. Similar in style to the ships before the Great War, the only difference was its ability to travel both underwater and above the clouds.

He'll see what mediation will do for us once he allows different thinking to replace his natural stubbornness. It's an hour before we take the motorbikes to the shipyard. I've only been here once before, and it was just as creepy then as it is now. The old ships are decrepit piles of rusted steel that look like they should be resting at the bottom of the ocean instead of being secured to endless brown docks. The ships tower above us and bob slowly in the nearly black water, making weird creaking sounds that heighten the entire creep factor.

Dante pointed toward the water. A fleet of Council "Wraith-Boats"—sleek, silent vessels made of the same silver-mercury as my wings—was gliding into the harbor. But they weren't manned by Alphas. The decks were crowded with "Dormants"—the failed experiments. They stood in perfect, military formation, their eyes glowing with that solid, dead red. The "Machine Mother" had mobilized her army. "They're searching for the 'Prime Vessel'," I realized, my heart hammering against my ribs. "They know I washed up here. The child’s signal is a flare in the dark."

Mario asked, excitement flickering across his face. ​"There is a second warehouse," Chloe said, her eyes narrowing. "It’s an old cold-storage facility in the Brooklyn Navy Yard, disguised as a defunct meat-packing plant. It’s registered under a shell company called 'Apex Logistics.' And here’s the kicker: the Sovereign isn't the only ship. There are two high-speed transport vessels—the Valkyrie and the Wraith—that are trailing forty miles behind the main ship. They move without transponders. They dock at a private pier three miles north of the main terminal, exactly one hour after the Sovereign hits the port."

Maverick said as he pointed to a big, black cargo ship. “Very subtle.” I observed. “Actually, it is. It brings supplies to another island behind ours. It makes an unscheduled stop randomly. We started walking down the hill, towards the boat. My eyes were surveying the area, looking for someone I knew. I had nothing. There were wolves everywhere but none that I recognized. As we got closer, I started paying attention to what was being loaded. Cages of monkeys, wooden crates that said “flammable” and “Fragile”. There were more animals off to the side in cages that I could hear. Sounded like a lion or cheetah.

I recoil from the sight, my eyes narrowing as I will myself to continue looking, and suddenly the planet implodes, scattering the dark matter over the Milky Way. The sound of silence sweeps through the Arena. The beautiful stillness of emptiness. The planet imploding was over within seconds. “Something's not right,” Miya murmurs as she opens her eyes and raises her head to the sky. I look up, squinting as I try to see what she sees. “The shield is active, bonetta.” I lower my gaze and look at her. “There are ships. Six of them. Female and younglings. The government. Human…"

The morning after Inquisitor Vane’s ultimatum, the Blackwater River looked like a graveyard of iron. Three massive Southern warships sat anchored in the center of the flow, their steam vents huffing rhythmic clouds of grey smoke into the pristine mountain air. They were "teeth" of a different kind—not bone and sinew, but coal and steel. ​Rhea stood on the battlements, her fingers tracing the rough stone of the manor. Beside her, Elias was a statue of suppressed fury. The grey-gold veins on his neck pulsed in time with the thrumming of the ships' engines.

"Smoke's clearing a bit to the west. Wait... ships. Lots of them. Ezra, confirm?" Ezra whistled low. "Holy crap. Lila's launching everything. Hybrid warships, at least thirty. Big ones with those weird glowing cannons. They're heading straight for Blackthorn waters." I strained my eyes against the glare. Sure enough, from our height the flee,t looked like a swarm of steel predators cutting through the waves far below. "She's going all in. Kenji, can you get us closer without being spotted? I need to see their formation."

Ang langit ay nababalot ng makapal na ulap at ang dagat ay tila nagngangalit, nakikisabay sa tensyong bumabalot sa dambuhalang cargo ship na pag-aari ng mga Holt. Sa itaas, ang ugong ng tatlong black hawk helicopters ng mga Hohenberg ay nagbibigay ng nakakangilabot na babala.