Yautja Ship Novels & Stories

I sprang to my feet in shock, my mind blurring from a hunch. My god! The entire ship was covered in corrupted Yiki, every inch of it going berserk in its search for human hosts. And every human on the ship was their target.

We ascended the spiral staircase to the high-tech command bridge, where the console was a chaotic matrix of flashing radar screens and warning indicators. The yacht’s captain was sweating profusely, his hands white on the automated steering controls. "Mr. Vane! They’re matching our speed! They’ve deployed high-speed interceptor ribs. They’re going to cross our bow in less than three minutes!" Julian didn't hesitate. He marched straight to the main helm, shoving the captain out of the way. With a swift, practiced movement, he reached down to the center console and flipped open a locked, transparent glass casing. Beneath it sat a single, un-labeled toggled switch glowing an ominous, solid red.

"And right now, that’s the only thing that matters. We get out of the city, and then we figure out how to kill the god who created you." They scrambled onto the yacht just as the first of Julian’s speedboats hit the dock. The Backup Lucians on the speedboats didn't use guns; they used high-frequency sonic cannons that shattered the remaining windows of the warehouse. As the yacht’s massive engines roared to life, pushing the vessel into the deep current of the river, Silas Blackwood stood at the stern, watching the warehouse fall into the distance. He looked at Maya, who was wrapped in a thick, cashmere blanket Lucian had found in the cabin.

Worth it naman yung pagkakauntog ko sa matigas niyang likod kase paikot ikot na ako sa loob ng mamahaling yate na ‘to. “Imamanifest ko na sa susunod, ako na ang captain ng yacht na ganito,” pagdadasal ko habang hinahangaan ang napakagandang yacht na ito. “You must really have to work harder, Ysobelle. Hindi lang maliit na halaga ang ilalabas mo sa ganitong bagay,” saad ni Jeo habang nasa likod ko lang siya at nagmamasid. Parang hindi man lang naaantig ang puso ng isang ‘to kahit sobrang ganda na ng boat sa harapan namin.

I should take Jaylene to see the sea soon, if only he will stop pretending to care. I’m immediately recognized by the guards as they redraw their guns to themselves and cleared the path for me to walk by. I already know the rules to my father’s private party, so I don't pay attention to the guard patting me down with nervous fingers, searching my body for weapons. I smoke quietly as he takes out the holster with a pistol around my waist and puts it aside. I walked into the ship when he was done, my hands in my pocket. This is a three deck stacked yacht, with teak lounges, a sparkling aft jacuzzi and a helipad in the bow for emergencies.

"Can your light reach the lead warship's primary core from here?" Lyra stepped up to the edge of the parapet, her boots planting firmly on the snow-slick stone. She looked up at the lead dreadnought—the Dominion, a giant three-tiered warship bristling with heavy anti-mana turrets. Through the thick steel hull, her divine solar sight could perceive the dark-silver mana core humming at the center of the ship, driving its gravity-defying engines.

"If Valerius survived the crash, he’s coming." "Valerius isn't the problem anymore," Jack stood up. His knees cracked. He felt old. Twenty-something years old, but carrying the weight of centuries. He looked out at the horizon. Through the mist, a shape was emerging. It wasn't a military destroyer. It wasn't a Council interceptor. It was something far more terrifying because of its elegance. A mega-yacht. Pitch black. Matte finish. No lights. No engine noise. It cut through the water like a knife through silk, leaving zero wake behind it.

Luca replied. He walked to the teak rail and rested a hand on it. The wood felt warm under the sun. “Goodbye, old girl,” he said. His voice was low, almost tender. “Go do some good now.” He lifted a small remote and pressed the command. The yacht hummed softly then moved forward. Its engines were set to a slow, silent autopilot route. It drifted out of the bay, heading toward open water. The Phoenix Foundation would receive it soon. The yacht would serve as a mobile clinic and rescue vessel.

The white metallic tentacle squeezed our small boat until the fiberglass cracked. We were being dragged backward, away from the open sea and straight into the dark shadow of the yacht. Above us, the fleet of ships with the silver eye symbol moved closer. They looked like giant, floating predators. "Hazel, the virus!" Jane shouted, her voice weak. She was clutching Elle, trying to shield the baby from the freezing spray of the ocean. "Use your strength! You have to cut us loose!"

The vessel, painted entirely in vantablack to evade satellite detection, cut through the mountainous ocean waves like a mechanical leviathan. The deck was swarming with dozens of identical Vanguard mercenaries, all armed and waiting in the torrential downpour. Julian was unceremoniously hauled out of the pod by two guards, screaming in agony as his shattered knee dragged across the non-slip deck plating. Dante and Elara stood back-to-back in the pouring rain, surrounded by an army of elite killers, trapped on a ghost ship in the middle of a raging ocean storm, realizing they had simply traded an underwater tomb for a floating fortress.