Weird Ships Novels & Stories

Meeting: Rowling stood at the bow of the ship watching the cliff as the pulled into Raven’s Peak two other ships trailed behind him. Rowling's ship was a deep dark cherrywood, he had liked the cherry color of it because it reminded him of blood stained wood. He wanted the fear aspect to be in everything he did. His sails were a deep dark blood red and his personal flag was white with a sword hanging above a headless man’s body. He even named the ship Trepidation. It was written on the side of the ship in deep dark bold letters.

So I snapped out of it. Beta Michael didn't have much stuff, so we were able to go through his things quickly. Likewise, Alfred and Scot, who equally had nothing to hide, but their vast collection of porn and condoms. "Your wolves are very active," I teased Marcus, and he began to laugh because he was equally active, and I had the first-hand experience of it. We moved to Epsilon Kurt, and that was when shit got ugly. I found capsules of many colours in an aspirin bottle. I knew what aspirin looked like, but this sure wasn't it.

I was totally shocked when I saw how huge and different the structure of the main ship was. I thought it was going to be round and spinning like a top, but it was nothing like what I had seen in movies. It looked like an enormous windmill, with what looked like blades at the top. They weren’t literal blades, more like floating compartments. It had a long body, and three large blade-like structures hovered above it. It was so massive that I could compare it to a flying skyscraper in space.

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE LUCA POV As we got closer to the shipyard, I noticed hundreds of shipping containers stacked carelessly on top of each other. It looked like a huge maze. There were lots of spots to hide and sneak away from. Some containers were piled high and were shrouded in darkness, making them great spots for snipers.

" I need to work on my matchmaking skills. Once we've all finished our drinks, we head up to the central bay. I stop as we enter this place is enormous. I've never been inside a building like this, I gasp. "fuck this place is massive." Max laughs, "Yeah, there are twelve ships in here, each ship has its own space pods inside, the pods hold two people, but you only need one to control it." Brandon walks on ahead, "come on, ladies; let's show you around our ship." "Our ship," I reply, " yeah, you two are now officially part of elite four," he says. "What’s elite four " max laughs as he says, " we're just ship number four." " Oh," I reply.

I was still struggling with one Physics question when Joshua suddenly came to my side to show me something "Michael, check out this thing I saw on Facebook", he said showing me his phone as I read it out "As of early 2015, some countries like Netherlands, Argentina, United Kingdom, Denmark, Brazil, just to mention a few legally allow same-sex marriage(gay marriage), and Texas legally allow Bestiality. Some countries also legalized marriage with animals and properties", I read out loud " That is ridiculous, why would they allow such lewd acts, they are absurd", I stated

We had survived the dark simulation, destroyed the Shadow King, and brought real peace to the world. Suddenly, a strange, dark shadow fell over the sun. The bright afternoon light didn't fade into clouds it was swallowed whole. High above the palace, three massive black ships with glowing red sails dropped out of the upper atmosphere, floating silently right above the city's glass dome! They weren't ocean ships, and they weren't Selena's machines. They were ancient celestial warships from the realm beyond the sky. A loud, thunderous voice echoed down from the lead warship, shaking the palace stone beneath our feet:

Until now, it is still unbelievable that their ships are sailing in the sky, not on the water. I knew that Armageddon was still not fixed so I expected our car to be different. I expected it right because our car is different. It's a black ship with red sails and a canopy. Three ships were there and two appeared to be sentinels. Elijah is bringing a larger troupe right now than we previously had in Waldorf. Sushi was also there and had boarded the ship that seemed to be our car. It doesn't even pay attention to me and I don't know why. This necromancer is switching moods from time to time.

Although he didn't like it, hiding here has given him the ideal opportunity to gain critical Intel of his position and the forces fighting for power in this region of space. Turns out, the entire field consists of destroyed ships. There were ships which looked more like flying cathedrals than anything else. A bit away from them blood red dagger shaped ships from various sizes were floating around. Probably a leftover from a long forgotten war, but now a goldmine for others looking for pickings.

I forced my head up, my teeth grinding against the metallic taste of blood and sulfur that filled my mouth. Above the ruined apex of the Spire, through the jagged holes in the shattered dome, the three massive, wedge-shaped hulls of the charcoal titanium battleships weren't firing anymore. Their underside target-acquisition bays were sputtering wildly, the solid violet lenses flickering between a dangerous crimson and a dead, empty grey as the systemic hard-reboot I had forced into the baseline began to bleed into their navigation arrays. Without the High Council's central core to provide a unified targeting frequency, the ships were blind—three hundred thousand tons of military-grade hardwa