Armada Novels & Stories

Mar looked at her two companions who stood in attention while the cadet went inside the barn. “You seem pretty used to this?” she asked Dorin, but the officer arrived before the other could answer. "Your rifle, sir." 2nd Lieutenant Monroe handed a long silver rifle to the drill Sergeant. There were intricate runes carved on the black wooden barrel, trailing to the tip of its metal muzzle. "First lieutenant Gunnar, have you any experience in using elemental firearms?" he asked Mar. "No sir," replied the lieutenant, "I am a Sword Master, Rapier Class, from the non-magic corps."

After that she spoke in her timid voice. "Aren't we getting late for the trip to Positano? We are supposed to leave. It would take around 9 hours or more to reach." In such a heated conversation she forgot that she asked Arjun to visit Positano before leaving for India. After packing some necessary stuff they moved out of the house. It was an 8 hours’ drive but Myra chose to take a rental car by reaching there. Especially to roam around the Amalfi coast area. Seeing Myra's driving, Arjun was quite impressed. He couldn't help but admire her.

Mercile Industries was a drug research and development company that would do anything to make a buck. She watched 416 cautiously as she allowed her gaze to roam over his naked body. His back rose and fell with his breathing but besides blinking, he didn’t otherwise move. She noticed a red mark on his side. With his arms stretched upward she could see it clearly. Ellie hesitated. He could kill her if he broke a chain.

I proposed, and they all nodded in agreement. "What about you?" June inquired. "I will follow after all of you have crossed," I replied, and she nodded with concern. "Please be careful," Lex murmured. With determination, I raised my hand, facing the imposing sea. My eyes turned completely white due to the immense power I was about to unleash. Instantly, the ocean that had loomed before me parted into two distinct halves.

Maria said waving at Valeria in a queen-like manner. "Que tenga un buen día señora. Goodbye." Valeria said and left the room. Meanwhile, Maria sighed and sipped a little bit of wine from her tumbler. Whenever she got depressed or angry, red wine was her drug to overcome those emotions. She hoped that Philip would not get in her way. He had the special ability to destroy her plans at the most unexpected time.

Too weak to move. Freya stood to her feet. “Leo has just two minutes to live. Save him if you can,” and with that, she walked away. Vogar followed alone like he had been waiting to leave this environment for long. What were they going to do next? The beast was not on the Throne, and Beta Max will never take charge of anything if he wasn’t given the orders. Aside from that, Vogar was an Alpha. Very powerful and had lots of abilities. He knew his way around the packhouse and had so much control when the beast wasn’t around. Freya was already on the side of Vogar. She will manipulate Beta Max and Gamma Liam into falling into their trap. They were the next target. Vogar was after the Throne.

"They are the size of the legendary Dire wolves. Brand's wolf comes almost up to my shoulder on his flat feet. His teeth are as fearsome as the Háhyrnir (killer whale) that roamed our sea." Astrid witnessed his Adam's apple bob and his face drain of color in terror. "You are lying," he declared, but the quiver in his voice betrayed his deepening fear. "I am not," she assured him. She tried to muster up a look of concern for him, though she was not at all convinced she was pulling it off. "Save yourself, Leif. Show me where the baby is. Brodi is merciful. If you abandon your plan and confess, I'm sure you will survive. If you do not…"

"Amara... is that terrifying warlord truly your blood uncle?" "He is the Supreme Commander of the Adebayo Dominion," Amara snaps, her face twisted with bitter resentment. Her perfect standing with Kael has been completely compromised because of this old hag’s stupidity. "He used to protect my name above all others, but now he deploys his entire mafia network strictly to shield that unranked nurse!" "The warlord looks remarkably young," Carolla mutters, her mind scrambling to process the raw power she had just witnessed.

“The engine's dying.” “There’s an old fishing cabin three miles ahead,” Kol said, gripping the wheel tightly. “Off the grid. No power. No cameras.” “Go,” Adrian ordered. His fingers tightened around my wrist. He looked at me, his voice low. “If we have to split up… you stay with me, Isla. Understand?” Before I could answer, a deep, heavy engine sound rumbled behind us. I turned. A large matte-black armored personnel carrier had appeared out of the darkness. It pulled alongside us on the narrow road matching our speed.

Forty-eight hours. The countdown to the end of the world began not with a roar, but with the synchronized thrumming of a massive, joint-force armada crossing the Arctic Circle. It was a sight that should not exist in nature. A fleet of state-of-the-art, nuclear-powered icebreakers from the Blackwood Corporation, painted in matte-black tactical paint, plowed through the twenty-foot-thick glacial ice, creating a path of dark water. Behind them sailed the Crimson Court’s ancient, reinforced war galleons, their black sails bearing the silver crest of the bleeding bat, looking like ghost ships emerging from the endless fog.