Weird Ships Novels & Stories

However, before they could go far, a small spaceship blocked their way. Marlee looked at the small spaceship ahead with a puzzled expression. ‘We’re already in the Central Sacred Continent and they still dare to hijack our ship? ‘I didn’t think they would be so bold! ‘There are still many merchant ships passing by, so why did they block us?’ The other merchant ships that passed by were ignoring this as well. Since it was none of their business, they would not stick their noses into this. However, no matter what, Marlee refused to believe that there were people on the Central Sacred Continent who dared to rob them so blatantly.

I shouted into the glare, I had spotted up to five tiny ships coming towards us with immense speed. They all had black flags on them, designed with human skull as a warning. “Pirates, oh silly human pirates messing around.” “Oh how very great,” Tasha muttered to herself, she threw her orange peels into the water. “Just as I was about to get comfortable and have a good nap.”

“A big one. The ships we saw in the harbor were just the scouts. My scouts on the ridge are reporting a new kind of fleet approaching from the West. They are not using steam or fire. They are moving in total silence. They are blacker than the night, and they are eating the light as they move.” ​I turned my gaze toward the sea. My vision zoomed across the miles, piercing through the mist and the snow. I saw them. There were twelve of them, shaped like giant, obsidian needles. They did not have sails or engines. They seemed to slide through the air by erasing the space in front of them. As they passed over the water, the waves went flat and gray. The birds that flew too close simply fell from

​The Respiration didn't land so much as it anchored itself into the sea, its massive, barnacled hull groaning as it settled against the basalt pedestal of the spire. It was a Frankenstein of a ship—sections of sleek Sterling "White-Steel" welded to rusted industrial scavenge and draped in a hardy, vacuum-resistant strain of Whisper-Moss that glowed with a sickly, pale violet light.

There is 4 total ships that would be involved in the Inspection tour from Aeternum Central Shark City to the Eloesa City, with the public aims is to inspect the river routes and also delivering a few important items from the Aeternum Mainland to the Kingdom of Eloesa. There is only a single modern ships in the entire fleet of 4, that modern ship is the Coastal Patrol ship types from the Coast Guard, of which that I bought on earth before, the ship were fully geared up and armed to the teeth, ready for combat. As for the other 3 ships were the slow moving medieval wooden ships caravel, naturally it was all fitted with Magic Sails, for a bit faster movement. Yes, the Sail were magically enchan

Something that made Logan realize that all this time what made him unable to look at Mizuki was because of the girl's eyes. "Wait a minute, we really don't—no-no—but have no idea what's going on here. You and Alice are one? We're not all from this earth? So what are we? Werewolf? Vampire? Dracula? Crazy—it's all getting ridiculous!" said Logan with emotion already at the top of his head.

"Kaelor, look at the signatures of the ships above." "What am I looking at?" "They aren't Aethelgard ships. Those are Navia hulls. Steam-engines and salvaged iron." Aradaa’s heart sank. "It’s the humans. A 'New Republic.' They aren't trying to claim the ship... they’re trying to kill the 'Beast in the Deep.' They’re afraid of us." "Those are our people!" Kaelor shouted. "Why are they dropping fire on our heads?" A new signal pulsed on the sonar—a familiar, sharp encryption.

Alex and Sawyer drag Logan, now groaning softly, through the trees and onto a beach that opens up to a lagoon, where three massive ships bob in the calm water. They have to be… very old or exquisitely crafted replicas of the kind of ships Aviva mentioned used to sail the seas during the golden age of the Firestone witches. Several stories tall and made completely out of wood, they gleam like gold in the sunlight, their massive sails pulled in and anchors dragging on the seafloor. Pirate ships. All three of them. I might actually be dead. That would make more sense than what I’m seeing.

And as she hummed, she talked to the odd little creatures that lived in what they called the Candlewood. Some were as small as ladybugs and others as large as bumblebees. The brave ones climbed up Iris's knees and snatched away tallow beads to eat. The shy ones flickered in and out of view like the flames that crowned their candle-trees. As they moved, they often sang in high tremulous voices that Iris could only understand if she peered at the world through her eyelids as if in a dream.

I ask her when she straightens her spine and I know she is hiding something. “The ship was remotely run aground. Since the war with the shifters and your kind, the Russians have been interested in you and your people. We believe they have done this to capture you. That is why I’m here. We need to contain this spill and keep you safe.” I chuckle at her words as I take a step forward.