Weird Ships Novels & Stories

"The continent isn't sinking..." I looked up at the shattered sky, my Sovereign mark burning brighter than the sun, as the absolute, horrifying truth washed over us: "It's floating," I realized, my voice echoing through the bond. "The five provinces aren't land... they're five massive star-metal ships... and they just detached from the ocean floor."

I stand on the high cliffside, my heart sinking as I count dozens of black-sailed war-ships closing in on our coastline. The vast expanse of the dark ocean below is choked with iron-clad vessels bearing the serpent insignia of Dawn Mercer's western syndicates, their towering masts slicing through the gray, turbulent sky like a forest of wicked blades.

Not from the predator. It was a hum. A single, resonant, harmonious note. A ship dropped out of a jump directly between us and the void-predator. It was the vessel we had seen once before, the one woven from a basket of light. Elara's ship. But it was not alone. Flanking it were a dozen other vessels—Kael's Stalwart Friend, now scarred and battle-hardened, and others we recognized from the freed worlds. Ships of crystal, of living wood, of solidified sound. The First Chapter.

And I was excited about it. # Can we think of a ship name for this two? I would like you to drop it in the comments please!

But the water wasn't the scary part. Floating on the black sea were ships. Hundreds of them. There were Viking longships, their wood rotted and petrified. There were 17th-century galleons with tattered sails frozen in mid-flap. There were rusted ironclads from the Civil War. And dominating the center, massive, grey steel hulks of WWII destroyers and U-boats. They bobbed silently in the black water, bumping into each other with dull, hollow thuds.

It was found that it can float in the air without making any sound. The Oval magnetic ship is inspired by those UFO's in year 2020's according to the old inventors known all over the world. It will be remembered that before the year 30hundred, the last world war against Astorians or they so called Aliens happened. "Attention everyone! Each team can board their respective ships! We have to hurry! Our temporary headquarters is ready and those already there are waiting for us." Everyone looked up when the Vice-Chairman of the American Monsters department spoke.

My whole being trembled violently as the pressure building within me promised to extinguish everything. Zayn Dawson What use was having a $750k yacht when it was somewhere at the bottom of the ocean? Whose bright idea was to have a 3 days boat cruise on my luxury yacht to celebrate my birthday? I tried to remember but everything was still fuzzy. The only thing that was sure to me was the shipwreck last night and how I had somehow miraculously found myself on this island. It looked deserted. Small waves washed shells and debris to the pale sand. Fuck! This was just what I needed. Another fucking disaster.

He was so shocked that he rubbed his eyes to make sure what he saw was not his imagination. Although the darkness had prevailed, he could clearly see that not a far distance from the beach, many ships were cruising toward them. The ships were all painted black. Under the dim light from the moon, the ships were as massive as a sea monster, and they were full of people standing on board. They all had muscular bodies, and they held long sabers in their hand, looking very fierce and undefeatable. The leading ship had a giant flag. It was raised more than a few feet high above with three words written on it.

Splash! In an instant, the three warships were lifted out of the sea by a special cosmic rule. The seawater flowed out from the drainage ports of the warships. Hundreds of soldiers from Country Y were unable to stand due to the harsh rocking and rolling! The next second, the Imperial Preceptor clenched his hands! Boom! The three warships were squeezed into a deformed shape by a special spatial force. All the ammunition on the warships exploded! It looked like fireworks! With just one encounter, these three warships turned into three pieces of flattened scrap iron. Then, the Imperial Preceptor tossed them out by hand across ten thousand miles. They landed in the harbor of Country Y!

POV EMMA BELLE The harbor of the Triple-Spire was no longer a sanctuary for Northern ships alone. Vessels of impossible design—some made of living coral, others of pressurized mercury, and one that appeared to be a hollowed-out asteroid—were settling into the sapphire-and-prismatic waters. They were the Fringe-Lords, representatives from the ten thousand "Laboratory Worlds" that had failed where we had succeeded.