Yautja Ship Novels & Stories

Then, Yarl strode out of the cabin. F*ck! He would kill those pirates for interrupting his fiend soul incorporation process, no matter what it took. Yarl was filled with nothing but rage. He had almost gotten the fiend soul before he was interrupted. Anyone would be angry at the situation. Whew! Yarl came to a halt when he saw what awaited him on the bow deck. A row of nearly ten ships could be seen in the distance in the ocean. Every vessel had 50 soldiers, and they had surrounded the Blanc clan's boat. Those men wore blue long-sleeved shirts that appeared to have been meant for swimming, and they wielded long knives.

"Deborah hold the torch again. We need to secure the tracking wounds before the hull hits the sectors." Julian said quietly "We're completely invisible now Sierra." His eyes were fixed on the amber monitor screen. A slow gentle smile broke through the fatigue on his face. He watched the dot move deeper into the empty South Atlantic. "The manual rudder lock means no corporate algorithm can pull us back. We have twenty-five years of fuel in the holds. We have the wealth of human medical science in Leos DNA.. We have a ship that doesn't exist on any ledger in the world. We are truly a nation on the water." I looked at him down at the clean white-lacquered floorboards beneath my knees.

It started to pull—not at the land, but at the energy itself. Maya screamed. She felt her soul being yanked toward the ship. Outside, the clones crumpled, their new memories tearing out of their heads like smoke. “They’re taking it back!” David yelled. “Everything Maya gave them!” Maya grabbed for Julian, clutching the locket around his neck. The little gold spark inside stayed still—everything else was being dragged toward the ship. “Julian, take the girls! Get to the mountains!” Maya shouted, shoving herself up as the wind whipped her hair. “I have to go to the ship.”

He pulled his sleek, custom-built tablet from his jacket pocket and handed it to her. Serenity looked at the screen. It was a 3D blueprint of a ship. But it wasn't just a yacht. It looked like a floating palace. It had multiple helipads, a massive infinity pool, a glass-bottom underwater observation deck, and an indoor botanical garden. It was absurdly huge. "Jackson..." Serenity gasped, zooming out to see the full scale of it. "What is this?" "A custom-built exploration vessel," Jackson leaned over her shoulder, swiping through the rooms. "Classified as a megayacht, but heavily armored enough to survive an iceberg. And it has the most advanced medical bay in the world."

The blue vessel, with its wooden stars and patched sails, looked massive and clumsy beside the elegant, white geometric precision of the origami fleet that surrounded it, but it was the only hull we had that could carry human bone. "We’re leaving the clearing, Seraphina?" Julian asked, his hands covered in grease as he tightened the bolts on the ship's rudder. He looked back at the basalt ridge and the beautiful, copper-green tree that had sheltered our children through the night. "We just drew the boundary. We just made the stone soft."

Vulture stood at the edge of the mountain compound, staring into the cold horizon. His coat flapped in the wind. Behind him, Bain, Petrov, Sokolov, and Liang stepped out from the debriefing room, heavy silence hanging between them. Liang spoke first. “Wen Ji confirmed the facility beneath the yacht is mobile. It’s already left the Mediterranean and is headed toward West Africa. The other two—still active.” “She’s running a global network in plain sight,” Petrov muttered. “Selling lives like livestock.”

The Trench-King didn't eat them; it simply held them under, its infrasonic hum shattering their resolve. "To the ship! Now!" Elara commanded. They scrambled onto the Aegir’s Wake as the engine roared to life. The vessel was a beast of carbon-fiber and steel, designed to navigate the treacherous, ice-choked waters of the North Atlantic. As the ship pulled away from the pier, Sif stood at the stern, her blue eyes fixed on the receding skyline of Oakhaven. She looked at Elara, a strange flicker of regret in her gaze.

And Zyke will be next to him while the three of us are in the middle. “No need for the formalities, you can call me Grandpa” Grandpa said. Ash kept whispering to me that grandpa was smart. This is the First time they meet Grandpa officially. I was just shredding them stories about him. Our flight also took more than 4 hours and we went down to the beach where there are many ships and yachts. “Woah” Zyke said in amazement. “Where are we, Lo?” Nica asked. Grandpa looked at him and walked in front of a white Yacht. It also has a Double M stripe on the side which amazed me.

And then she was in front of them. The Sea Helm. Even catching a glimpse, Jonah gulped for air. She wasn't just a yacht; she was a statement of unimaginably gigantic power and isolation. Over two hundred feet of curved white steel and varnished teak, she glided through the water with a silent, stalking efficiency. She was not so much a pleasure yacht and more an admiral's warship.

Boarding the boat, as long as the boat didn’t leave the country and enter the high seas without authorization, was still considered reasonable and legal. At this time, several small and medium-sized yachts were docked at the pier. The largest of them all was a luxury cruise ship that had been prepared by Yahiko for Charlie. The convoy drove directly to the pier and stopped in front of the boarding gate of the yacht. Although Yahiko had lost both his legs, he still got his people to help him out of the car and onto a wheelchair just so he could send them off. After Charlie and Jasmine had gotten out of the car, Yahiko turned to them and said, “Mr. Charlie, the crew and the captain are my conf