Bowser Ships Novels & Stories

Matthew conjured a shield and deflected the geyser to the side before throwing it at Morozko. Morozko caught the shield with one hand and was about to throw it back, but then was hit by an explosion. By now, Matthew had just landed on the ship and damaged the deck. Pulling the blade out of the deck, Matthew threw it at Morozko as well as calling the shield back to him. Using his pole that can control the ocean, Morozko deflected the blade. Then he tapped the deck’s floor with and called upon a large wave that swept the deck where Matthew was standing. After the water had subsided, Matthew was found to still be standing with a spear stabbed in the deck at an angle to prevent himself from bein

with his bloodied arm, testament to a wolf sharpshooter who had almost ended him before a cannon shot from Grey Thunder had blown him into the water. "High Marshall, reports from the ships: 6 ships sunk, 4 ships currently taking in water with the crews engaged in heavy fighting with the werewolf borders so repairs are totally out of question, 5 other ships are currently battling it out with the Werekult boats; we've been able to sink 5 of theirs so far with 2 of their ships critically damaged,

The ground trembled with waves of dust rolling across the meadows when the ship touched down. The tiger fired a blast of energy, churning up enough winds to dispel the incoming waves of dust before they could dirty their food. The tiger appeared to be jealously protective of his food. Men got off the ship. They shot contemptuous looks at Chu Xun and his companions and ignored them before going to the river to get some water. "Whoever they are, they ain't coming at us," observed the elephant mutant quietly. The men who got off the ship were low-tiered Beast Lords.

It’s not that dissimilar to what my parents did to Vedran as a child. And it will destroy the people’s faith in him. A wolfish smile spreads over my lips. A few enemy wolves slip Matej’s control and scramble up the sides of our ships. Built low, both to navigate the dangerous river and for passing wolves to be able to board, they make quick work of the sides. We always knew they would, even with Lieutenant Hana yanking the tiller back and forth to try to shake them off. I skitter across the deck and find myself face-to-face with the snarling maw of a dripping Tansy Beach wolf.

Then I saw them—there was a set of about fifty ships moving in a formation on the water. They were heading toward the borders of our land. The moment the people on the ships spotted us, arrows started flying up into the sky. Vermithor dodged the arrows easily by twisting his body in the air. He was very fast. Then he went into a full attack mode. He dove low toward the water, opened his mouth wide, and sent streams of hot fire across the ships. The wood caught on fire instantly. The sails burned up in the heat. Men screamed and they jumped into the water to escape.

She morphs into an owl and flies off into the distance. “The cold ones.” Brea hisses as they all look over the horizon at the huge ships coming from across the sea. “Cursed ones,” the leader of the natives announces. “We call them cold ones,” Brea explains. “They are cursed.” the leader of the natives maintains. “If you look closely you will see the spell reflecting on their wooden water house.” Brea looks at the ships closely. Her eyes widens as she sees the signs. The curse is barely visible but it is there, contaminating even the ship.