Armada Novels & Stories

“He won’t put his sister in harm’s way.” Omen cleared his throat and Jake turned to look at him. “When I was recruited to the Warriors, I had to be sponsored by a permanent member of the club to prospect. It was the same for Weasel, Rebel, and Shadow. Are we going to stick to that or how are we going to recruit new prospects since we currently don’t have any?”

It wasn't the natural rhythm of the tide; it was the restless, deadly movement of two armies converging. Domenico's flagship, the Il Padrino, was flanked by four sleek Italian missile boats, their decks teeming with men in tactical gear. Their formation was aggressive, protective, designed to hold off any external interference. Off their starboard, the Russian vessels—our silent, heavy destroyers—maintained a wider, more strategic perimeter. We had brought enough firepower to flatten Paros, but the objective was surgical, not total war. The scale of the war was immense, but the target was tiny: a single, desperate man and the tunnel he was using to run.

She explained with a shrug. Construction? Clans? Indie must have seen the confusion on her face so she smiled, "The Northern Territory is vast, but we're in Crasmere the capital where the Alpha resides but there are seven clans in total who owe allegiance to the alpha," she explained in a hushed tone like she was giving Rey some sort of history lesson.

VANE: ANG TRAIDOR SA LIWANAG ​Sa gitna ng kanilang pagkamangha, isang malakas na pagyanig ang naganap. Ang kisame ng hall ay nabutas at mula roon ay bumaba ang anim na tactical ships ng "Project Icarus." ​Si Dr. Aris Vane ay lumabas mula sa pangunahing barko, suot ang isang armor na gawa sa ginto at itim na chrome. Sa kanyang kamay ay hawak niya ang "Icarus Lance"—isang device na kayang humigop ng memorya at DNA sa isang iglap.

Elena stood beside him, her fingers flying across the master tactical interface with miraculous, blinding speed, synchronizing the island's automated defense systems. "The unencrypted channel to the Pantheon fleet is live, sir," Marcus announced from the communications station. "They are waiting for our response." Adrian reached out, tapping the master audio transceiver. His deep baritone dropped into a low, lethal register that echoed through the command gallery—and broadcasted directly onto the bridge of every warship anchored forty miles offshore. "This is Adrian Vance," Adrian spoke, his voice carrying the terrifying weight of a sovereign emperor. "You are trespassing in sovereign Vance-

The view was unreal, like it didn’t belong in real life. The Phantom Armada had made it through the cliffs. With no giant red barrier to atomize them, the dozens of pale-grey dreadnoughts ground viciously against the jagged shores of the Crimson Continent. The metal ramps swung down. Commander Vane led the first wave, then came thousands of Lycans and Obsidian wolves, spilling into the Gothic streets of the vampire capital like a living storm. The combined roar of the North shook the whole foundation of the continent, and it felt like the ground was trying to break its own bones.

It was an Admiral, scarred and decorated, sitting on the bridge of the Gungnir. "Unidentified Aeolus transport," the Admiral spoke, his voice calm and authoritative. "This is Admiral Vance of the Fenrir Council Fleet. You are entering a restricted exclusion zone. We have you locked with twelve fire-control radars. You have ten seconds to power down your engines and prepare to be boarded. If you deviate from your course, you will be vaporized." "They want a delivery," Marcus growled, checking his rifle, though he knew a rifle was useless against a fleet.

“Time for you to turn that Fed pawn into a Hegemony queen.” “Aye sir,” replied Rear Admiral Nehara. Enemy flak bounced off the Blade of Damocles’ armor as it maneuvered into optimal attack range. It swerved closer towards the swarm of slowly-disintegrating Federation ships from above, and angled its weapons towards its target with decisive precision.

Slowly and gracefully the three ships joined formation with the massive supercarrier. Though the Invictus with its three kilometers length was an impressive sight for anyone to see. She was simply a speck, however, compared to the majestic might of the Twenty Kilometer long vessel. The differences didn't end there. The Invictus was mostly smooth and, aside from a few main turrets and the lines of Point-defence Guns, had a flat and sleek appearance. Ark Imperial was littered with 'small' turrets. Small being at least tens of meters high and wide which boasted multiple barrels per turret, the ventral section mounting dozens of skyscraper-sized antennae for fire direction of the vast array of w

"The assault craft are fueled and waiting at the Marina South Pier, Mr. Vance. Let us go reclaim your fleet." ​Julian laced his fingers through Maya’s, pulling her close against his side as they stepped into the lead armored vehicle, ready to wage war on the dark waters of the Malacca Strait.