A Thousand Ships By Natalie Haynes นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Lila, a male I recognized as Theo and a girl who didn’t belong to this world. She had long, soft chestnut hair that looked like she’d run a hand through it one too many times. Stormy gray eyes that might probably shift to silver when she shifts, Her cheeks were flushed pink from laughter. But what stole my breath wasn’t her smile. It was the damn shirt she was wearing. Not just any shirt. It was Theo’s. My shirt on her body would’ve been perfection. His? Unforgivable. My wolf went feral before I could blink.

I dig my nails into my palms, making crescent moons. I turn back to the window, trying to hide my tears from Kenli Incase she looks my way. I can't let her see. I can't let anyone see me cry. It's pathetic, just like me. I rest my forehead against the glass. The road isn't smooth. Making my forehead bounce against the glass. I take deep breaths, closing my eyes, pressing my forehead harder against the glass. My fingernails digging so hard into my palms; I feel the hot liquid oozing out lightly.

It was so noisy, and it sounded like there were a few ships approaching them. Mya was shocked and instantly jumped out of bed. She saw Adrian and Lincoln standing quietly on the deck while more than twenty ships surrounded NS Trinaga from all directions in a three-thousand-foot ring. These ships had Black Nergal’s flags on them. “They’re here at last,” Mya said upon witnessing the scene before her. This was the situation that she had feared. Yet, what was the point of being worried? It was upon them at last. She looked toward Adrian and asked, “What should we do?”

He knew talking about holy scrolls in this place was very dangerous. In the middle of the sea, a ship appeared and seemed to be pulling over at the edge of the sea. Nathania and Keith observed the strange looking ship. The ship was huge and gloomy, even the sails were torn and very dull. Nathania shuddered, her eyes watching what kind of creature would emerge from inside the ship. "You see that ship?" Keith asked. "Of course I saw it! My eyesight is still sharp!" "I'm not asking if your eyesight is still sharp or not! What I want to ask is, did you see the strange symbol engraved on the sail of the ship?"

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The harbor was full of life, more people than Shadow had ever seen moving about the sturdy piers, chattering loudly and shouting amongst one another in one official language of the novel. However, their clothes varied from man to man to indicate their different backgrounds. Shadow stared into the distance while the rest of her people unloaded all the equipment that they brought. The possibility that the enemies were nearby was higher but no one cared enough to look around. That was because, opposite her battleship stood a ship with a figurehead that resembled some dolphin or whatever, rearing and throwing its head back. And some other ships that she couldn’t care about. “I can tell that they

Not like this, at least! I hated them for spinning lies around me, for stealing my name and my work. If I had a chance at life again, I would never let them get away with it. I would make them pay. Suddenly, a beam of light broke through. I realized the restraints binding me had been undone. I closed my eyes, letting the sunlight wash over me, that faint warmth giving me a thread of comfort. When I opened them again, a familiar face filled my vision. His eyes widened, and I could see a red tint gradually climbing into them. "Why are you here, Cassidy?"

The seed-ships rose on pillars of blue light—gravitic drives that moved through the atmosphere as silently as a sigh. Twelve ships, shaped like silver seeds, drifted upward, their hulls shimmering as they caught the last rays of the sun. They looked like a new constellation being born. I felt Leo’s arm around my waist, pulling me close. "Look," he whispered, pointing upward. The ships reached the upper atmosphere and deployed their solar sails—vast, translucent wings of light-fiber that looked exactly like the petals of a Luna-Bloom. They caught the solar wind and began their long, slow journey toward the outer planets.

It wasn't the Holy Syndicate. From the fog emerged a fleet of "Ghost Ships"—commercial freighters, private yachts, and even fishing trawlers, all manned by people who had been "Decommissioned" by the Syndicate’s global seizure. They were the waitresses from Singapore, the coders from Geneva, and the soldiers from New York who had refused to go back to their "Stations." The lead ship, a battered Northwood icebreaker, pulled alongside the black sand. A woman stepped onto the deck—Mina, her eyes tired but free of the neon-green glow. Beside her stood a thousand others, their faces grim and determined.