Weird Mha Ships Novels & Stories

POV EMMA BELLE The harbor was a graveyard of broken dreams and twisted metal. Malakai hadn't just brought ships; he had brought an industrial nightmare. From the bowels of the Dreadnought, a new horror had been unleashed: the Iron-Hollows. They were humanoid machines of brass and riveted steel, but they didn't run on coal. Their chest cavities glowed with a sickly, captive violet light—the siphoned essences of shifters who had been captured in the Western Isles.

The first-alert ships—the ones that launched at the first sign of trouble, were kept on the ground level. As they walked, Avi was awestruck by the scale of the operation. Her gaze drifted toward a cordoned-off section where five sleek ships sat under heavy guard. The personnel there wore different uniforms from the rest of the maintenance crews. “Officer Azar,” Avi asked, pointing, “what department do those ships belong to?” Azar followed her gaze and smiled. “Those belong to the Slayers. They have their own crews and their own security detail.” Lees nodded toward a smaller ship off to the right. “And that one?”

“Whose ships? Are they ours? Imperials? Get me ident codes, immediately!” The officer pored through his MFD, but the information he could glean was garbled, scrambled, and incomplete. They were in a half-dead ship after all, and most of their sensors were offline. “No identification, sir, but they’re definitely hostile!” said the officer. “They’re coming in through a Hegemony port signal.” Outside, right where the Einherjar and the Discordians were fighting tooth and nail, space flashed and warped all around them. And when the galaxy spun back into place, what remained were powerful octahedral ships. The same octahedral ships that the Engineer and the Administrator used, and were now owned b

"We have a situation at the southern border outposts. Three hours ago, a fleet of dreadnoughts breached the southern mist-barrier of our territorial waters. They do not fly the banners of the southern rogue factions, nor do they carry the sigils of any known shifter pack on this continent." Aurelia stepped forward, her golden eyes narrowing. "Commander, describe their ships." "They're enormous, of petrified black mahogany, reinforced with crimson steel," Marcus reported, jaw clenched. "Their sails are pitch black, woven with blood-red crests depicting a serpent coiled around a eclipsed sun. They have dropped anchor in the Bay of Whispers, and their envoy is already marching up the King's Roa

“They were supposed to be heading for Everlasting End. Nobody expected they’d come back with an even bigger army. Let alone coming here.” “Wait, hold up,” Wilt said. “You said there are seventy-two landships. How’s that possible? Did the raiders have twenty-two landships lying around in Ashpile?” Chief Hassan shook his head. “No, they’re from mercenary guilds. The Eagles hired ten of the finest along with their landships using the loot they plundered in Ashpile.” Again, we were bewildered. My heart sank as fear crept under the skin. “So now they’re back to being number two,” Katie exclaimed to her dismay.

CHEN (EAST ASIAN MARITIME ALLIANCE) SUBJECT: UNCOMMISSIONED FLEET MOVEMENTS MESSAGE: Chairwoman Vance-Harrington, we acknowledge the fall of Lord Montgomery and the ARES council in Europe. However, three unflagged container vessels carrying legacy Harrington serial numbers departed the Port of Singapore at 04:00 UTC, routed toward the Malacca Strait. These vessels are operating under modified dual-biometric override codes... registered to Vance Security. ​Maya felt a sudden, icy chill cut through the warm evening air. She looked up at Julian, her amber eyes narrowing into sharp, incredulous slits.

I didn't know why I was crying. I knew nothing about Darren other than he had saved me multiple times from all the dangers in my life. I shouldn't have parted with him in this cruel way, but at that time, it seemed to be the only sensible way. Then, I heard the swirling sound of a helix. I lifted my head and saw several helicopters appearing on the horizon. They were circling above gigantic warships, which were cruising at full speed. I saw the emblem of the Royal Army printed on the side of the ships. But unlike my Father's emblem, which was printed in gold, these emblems were dark purple.