Cursed Kny Ships Novels & Stories

It was safe and its mission almost done. *****& It was in the moon of the eagle, in the third year of the reign of His splendid majesty, King Katthike, of the house of Buthwal-Renandi, when in the fog of the night, the moon was veiled, six by six ships, the pennants with the snake on the masts of the immortal empire, went on a journey. The sails like dark wings, the oars nimble like flapping fins, the ships glided secretly over the black waters of the border sea. Sixty by sixty men in their bellies, only with one fierce desire in their hearts: To conquer for their king.

“Lady Ever—” “No names.” Becky lifted a hand without slowing. “Not mine. Not yours. Not tonight.” The man bowed his head. “As you wish.” “Is the ship ready?” “Aye.” He jerked his chin toward the vessel moored at the far end of the dock. It was a weather-beaten cargo ship, hull patched, sails rolled, the Eastwind insignia freshly painted over with a darker, unfamiliar crest. “False flag, false registry, false manifests. No one’ll track where she’s goin’.”

“I know you did everything for Melinda and your unborn child.” She reached over and took my hand, clasping it firmly. “Melinda is lucky to have found a mate like you, Keith. If only….” She sighed, and her expression deflated, tears gleaming in her eyes, “If I could break the curse binding the three of you by sacrificing my life, I would have done it in the blink of an eye… But….” Her voice trailed off and she gazed into the space with an empty expression. The curse of the three mates had been haunting the werewolves for generations. Despite trying all sorts of ways and methods; no one had managed to figure out a way around it.

They reached the deck together to find the crew gathered at the rail, pointing toward the horizon where two ships emerged from the morning haze sleek, fast, flying colors that made Kaelan's blood run cold. Imperial Navy. "They've found us." His first mate, Davin, appeared at his elbow, face grim. "Fast ships, Commander. We can't outrun them, not in these winds." Kaelan's mind raced through options: fight, flee, negotiate. None of them is good. The Navy ships would be fully crewed, well-armed, and acting on orders from the Succession Council. If they'd already seen Liam's photographs, if they already believed the worst

It was to be said, everything were going well for Knight Maxwell, as he saw 4 Aeternum Ship sailing on the river in peace on top of that there were even the Aeternum Flag hoisted on the ships, meaning that the ships carrying something valuable, this is a sign that Aeternum would always do, whenever there were something precious in their fleets there will be Aeternum National Flag hoisted on top of it. As soon as he and his army saw this sign, they were all happy, their eyes shines with greed and lust, everything that is from Aeternum is good, useful and beautiful be it the golds or the woman. Aeternum only provide the best, hence the attack started, everything were going well, the soldiers w

They close their eyes to the onion. The port was as crowded as Davos had ever known it. Every dock teemed with sailors loading provisions, and every inn was packed with soldiers dicing or drinking or looking for a whore . . . a vain search, since Stannis permitted none on his island. Ships lined the strand; war galleys and fishing vessels, stout carracks and fat-bottomed cogs. The best berths had been taken by the largest vessels: Stannis's flagship Fury rocking between Lord Steffon and Stag of the Sea, Lord Velaryon's silver-hulled Pride of Driftmark and her three sisters, Lord Celtigar's ornate Red Claw, the ponderous Swordfish with her long iron prow. Out to sea at anchor rode Salladhor S

“Do cherish this moment, as veteran Knights never receive this chance to see or be on the warship The Archangel. Good luck children, I hope to see everyone back here in a month’s time. Dismissed!” The squires marched in an orderly but excitedly to the clearing where the warship was docked. Everyone was very excited to be on the legendary warship The Archangel. This warship is one of the highest-level techs that the Kingdom of Camelot owns. It guards the kingdom against all its enemies. All the squires in the south can recognize the shiny massive warship immediately on site. Since the squires were young, they’ve heard the legends of The Archangel. How it decimated the Republic of Gaul militar

Despite the scary fight going on infront of me, my mind managed to be swamped with many other things, different smells began to hit my nose and the thoughts bothering me were quite unclear. He managed to throw Brenda off balance, sending her sprawling across the ground. He pounced on her, his powerful jaws snapping dangerously close to her throat. Brenda growled and twisted, she twisted free and lashed out, catching him off guard. She took advantage of the momentary lapse, darting away from him and towards the edge of the cliff. She paused, her eyes locking onto mine, filled with a mix of hatred and something else—fear, perhaps? "This isn't over," she growled, her voice rough and menacing, s

"Always blind." We made a slow, patient circle. Across the black tongue of water, the two ships worried at each other like dogs with an inherited grudge. It wasn't a hammering broadside brawl; it was tight and cruel and cheap. The corsair wanted Nightjar's stern, board, and be done. Nightjar wanted to make the other man regret daytime. "Captain," I said, when a softer light winked near the cay's lee. "Boat on the water. No oars. Towed and cut."

The sight of the massive golden-sailed warships sends a wave of cold dread through our exhausted warriors on the blood-stained beach. Rising like towering titans against the darkening horizon, the magnificent vessels bear the unmistakable heraldry of the southern courts, their polished bronze hulls catching the dim, stormy light and gleaming with an intimidating, imperial wealth that far outclasses Mercer's industrial armada.