Weird Ships Novels & Stories

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.

"We're out. We're actually out." "Look," Jun whispered. Elara wiped her eyes and looked at the long-range Aetheric-Scanner. They weren't alone in the dark. Emerging from the shadow of the moon, and rising from the far side of the planet, were hundreds of other White Ships. They were of different shapes and sizes—some looked like floating cathedrals of glass, others like jagged shards of obsidian—but they all shared the same Architectural-Lineage. "Are those... survivors?" Mina asked, her voice trembling.

When he released Divine Awareness, the conclusion he made was the same with his speculation—In the distant city, the mysterious energy like that on the ships also existed, rejecting Ding Hao's Divine Awareness. The thin monkey-like guy walked to him with an alarmed look. "Brother Hao, there are 131 ships in total. I've checked all of them and found footprints on all of them... And I'm sure the owners belong to the same group. I guess they'd taken things on those ships before us. And, they also left a few limits on the ships. I accidentally touched them just then!" Ding Hao made a slight frown. "Limit?" The thin monkey-like guy quickly added, "Some small formations like a warning device. I gu

Its edges were curled with heat, the script shifting like molten iron beneath the surface. Maya didn’t speak. She knew what they were nearing. The Sixth Tide. And worse—the betrayal that made it real. --- The Iron Salt wasn’t an island. It was a graveyard. Hundreds of broken ships drifted in a perfect circle, chained together by coral-grown anchors. Fragments of weapons jutted from masts. Statues of half-forgotten gods stood cracked on shattered decks. Some ships were made of steel, others of bone. One, drifting slowly to starboard, appeared to be carved from teeth.

The Concordia, Twelve Hundred Years Before The bow of the ship was carved into the shape of a ferocious bare-breasted woman, her sharply pointed vampire teeth displayed by a savage snarl and her twisting hair blowing out around her in exquisite detail. “She is beautiful,” Sigrid exclaimed in awe looking up as their rowboat skirted the boat. “I did not see her… Or was it another ship?” She looked at the other ships anchored in the bay around them. Like ant-trails across the water, the rowboats transporting passengers and supplies wove through the waves to the other vessels.

From the looks on my friends’ faces, I can see they’re all at least as surprised as me. The only boats still in regular use are sailboats, whose electrical systems have been permanently disabled to avoid triggering Anomalies. The boats are used mostly for fishing the bay and nearby coastal waters. My mom and dad say that before The Incident, people used to sail simply for pleasure, but that was a long time ago, when the world was a very different place. The boats I’ve seen out on the water have all been pretty small—I can’t imagine sailing on any of them all the way to San Francisco, but since I’ve never been on a boat in my life, I’ve really got nothing to judge the soundness of the plan by

I ordered, backing away from the projection as the core’s glow faded. — Back on the bridge, the main screen revealed the newcomers: four ships, massive and angular, shaped like fractured arrows. They shimmered with the sheen of old alloy, designs unlike anything I’d seen. Kira stared. “They’re not broadcasting any ID codes.” “Open hailing frequency,” I said. The channel crackled to life, but no words came. Only a deep, vibrating tone. Then—another projection. This time, a woman. Pale, with silver eyes and a crest of radiant energy atop her head. She was beautiful. Terrible.

They moved in ways that human designed ships never could. And now that they had stopped flashing in, began to move towards the Hegemony fleet in response. Their ships seemed to sway as they flew, as though they were completely organic, living ships. As though they were swimming through space. Equally as eerie, every ship in the Drogar fleet seemed to be linked to each other somehow. Ss they moved, they pulled on the ships around them right alongside. They seemed to all move like a massive school of fish in an endless ocean, through slipstreams they created for each other.

Into his child. Finally, he nodded. “Then we go to them. On our terms.” The Mother Ship Mia pulled up the satellite feed again. The massive silhouette sliced through the Atlantic like a predator. It wasn’t a normal ship. Its structure was angular, brutal—an artificial island armored in plate metal and pulsing with internal energy. Cole stepped beside her. “That thing is the size of a small city.” “It’s worse,” Mia murmured. “It’s a floating fortress. A neural server. An AI womb.”

But he went further to explain anyway. “This continent is protected by a mix of several things. Fog and mutated birds for the air. Supernatural wave interference to confuse compasses and navigation tools. But the sea is safe in the way that it is only attacked primarily by one thing: the erratic waves.” “However, in the case of multiple ships, it awakens a monster. A kraken.” He did not sound like he was joking. Was that why half of Reese’s ships sank in my past life? Though now, wouldn’t doubling the number of ships only make the situation worse? That would mean louder sound.