Armada Novels & Stories

He looked at me. "Ghost," he said, his voice barely audible over the mechanical hum of the lift. "When the shield drops, the entire Armada is going to get a lock on this building. It won't be a blind bombardment anymore. It will be a localized deletion strike." "I know," I said, adjusting the heavy data-deck strapped to my forearm. The Origin-Code pulsing in my veins felt like liquid adrenaline, sharp and electric. "The mass driver needs seven seconds to reach optimal launch velocity. I have to hold the target lock for seven seconds while the sky falls on our heads."

Adrian stood on the deck and looked ahead. Then, he leaped into the sea. One of the large ships was brightly lit. It was at the backmost position and it was the command center of the enemies. These ships were carrying Black Nergal’s banner, instantly revealing them as Black Nergal’s members.

She rose, checked to ensure that she had everyone's attention, and launched her attack. "Thanks to Admiral Adrolopus' sloth, lack of initiative, and general incompetence the Armada is in danger. A scout ship dropped hyper, scanned the fleet, and made its escape. Even now the alien hordes may be gathering to attack. I suggest we strip Adrolopus of his rank and choose a new, more competent leader". No one was surprised by Sector 14's pro forma attack, since she represented the Runners, and was playing to the cameras. There were catcalls, rude noises, and volleys of insults.

The storm clouds below the floating spire were parting, torn open by massive, unnatural iron hulls piercing through the sea of mist. Floating through the sky was a massive armada of armored war-barges, their black-and-gold banners snapping in the high-altitude winds. Dozens of heavy cannons were trained directly on the Cloud Spire, and at the center of the fleet stood a gargantuan flagship adorned with the dread crest of the High Command. Standing at the prow of the flagship, flanked by two dozen elite paladins, was a tall man clad in obsidian plate armor. Beside him stood Seline, her face bruised and pale, pointing wildly toward the balcony.

Dawn said while staring right at me. "Fuck off, Dawn. You don't know anything about me!" I squealed. I couldn't stand here quietly while she spouted bullshit. I felt Logan's arms wrap around me. "Shh...she isn't worth it." Dawn ignored me and kept her eyes on him. "Consider this my final warning. Stay away from Marina. Eddie, Mike, Jason, they all fell for her lore and look where they ended up? Dead and buried. You'll be joining them very soon," she hissed.

Mark confirmed “Thank you very much” She was very grateful that he agreed “Let’s get going then.” Summer said as she got Into the car. *** “This is your captain speaking, if you look to your left you will see that that we have arrived and will be landing shortly” The captain tuned on the seat belt sign “Welcome to Canada Octavia” Summer whispered into Octavia’s ear. “I cannot wait to meet all your friend you keep talking about, especially Drake and William” When you’ve heard the same name for nine years its only normal that you become curious and want to see them in person

from Cayden. “Cayden, call Alpha Connor and let him know what’s going on and to be on alert. Let him know that if need be, some of trackers and warriors may be crossing into pack lands and they’ll be coming in hot if they do, so there may not be time to send up a howl for permission.” Alpha Connor is the Alpha of the Midnight River Pack and our neighbor to the south. However, our packs don’t sit right up against each other as there is a “no man’s land”—land that isn’t owned by either pack—between the two that is several miles wide. I had already called him earlier when I got back to the pack house after meeting with my parents, so hopefully, he’s already had his own patrols on the lookout.

At this time, Connor Clarke and the rest were also released from the car. Standing on the coastline and looking at the huge golden cruise ship as well as the eight battleships in front of them, they suddenly felt a wave of chills. That was because the battleships were only eight of the thirty scattered over the waters of Arcadia Island. They each held extremely strong combat power!

He wasn’t yet ready to reveal his identity. Mario grabbed his coat. “Mykel Armstrong sounds distant from your name.” Williams kept queit. “I’ll be on my way then.” Williams did not reply and that was more reason Mario hurried out of the room as fast as he could. He was scared Williams was going crazy. That dream was enough reason for him to lose his sanity. How was he carrying all that and still managed to look fine? He feared Williams would go nuts anytime from now, he needed to take fast actions.

But he had no idea about the direction and gravity of the danger lurking around. ''Is there anyone there?'' Donovan barked out again impatiently making vain effort to keep a steady voice, ''you gotta speak out now or I'll fire whoever is playing this game.'' Suddenly, in a flash, the ward was lit again--but this time--with a flood of red emergency light spreading across the ward. The red light flooded the room from the ceiling and it afforded Donovan a chance to regain a clearer view of his surrounding space. However, he managed to keep his eyes partly open, staring down the isle towards Natasha's bunk again and he suddenly caught the sight of a looming epicene figure from a distance. The fi