Descendants Ships Novels & Stories

It was covered all over with names and dates. “This is a carbon copy of the Indian shipping lines that took off from that harbor. I had to put down three thousand rupees before the woman behind the desk to get her reasonable. After the murder, I took on finding out the names of the ships that took off from that wharf after us. I found one ship, the Esmeraldar, which had left immediately after us. Nothing significant among those on her deck served my purpose. They were Indian natives, the late Prince, and some white fellows. I don’t know who, but it should be one of them.” “It shouldn’t,” said father, who had all along remained silent.

"That’s hundreds of ships. Cargo, cruise liners, private yachts..." "Filter it," I snap. "Filter by arrival and departure. I want a ship that arrived just before we did and left the day after the photo was taken. And then," I lean in, placing my hands on the desk. "I want to know which of those ships is in New York right now." Wong’s fingers fly across the keyboard. The clatter of the keys is the only sound in the room. The list on the screen populates. It’s long. MSC Divina. Maersk Alabama. Cosco Shipping Pisces.

The spirit of the world looked from the descending ship to us, her final words a whisper of impending doom. “They are here.”

They had grown into something beyond her expectation. “Green, White, Count Daud, and Count Musa.” The four of them marched forward and instantly kneel in front of them. The rest of the nobles and the people inside the white ship also kneeled down. “Thank you for the hard work.” She said sincerely. All five of them were the leaders of each ship. One ship had annihilated a dozen enemy ships at least. Therefore, they earned their respect. The compliment was due. “Thank you.” They said humbly.

One destined to last a lifetime. Although one could not consider them to be original, Stephen’s name for each ship was quite explanatory of the vessel’s function. The Jamaican tobacco plantation’s merchant ship was named Jamaica and the Georgian cotton plantation’s merchant ship was named Georgia. Both ships were large and cumbersome when filled with merchandise. They were often accompanied by one or both of his two frigates, the Duke, and the Duchess. Each was suitably manned and armed to fend off possible attacks from pirates or privateers.

Chapter 50: The Shadow Lord's Departure The harbor stretched before him like a promise of violence made manifest, its waters black as midnight beneath the pre-dawn sky. Forty-seven warships rode at anchor in formations that spoke of military precision and unlimited resources, their hulls gleaming with magical reinforcements that could deflect cannon fire and turn aside the most sophisticated naval magic. Each vessel flew the silver shadow of House Nox, but these weren't the modest coastal patrol ships his ancestors had maintained. These were instruments of conquest, designed to carry war across oceans and challenge powers that had never faced serious external threats.

All that was left of them were the countless corpses littered practically everywhere. It was almost as though the war that raged on it had finally come to a stop moments ago. In a way, it did. “Look! All those Imperial and de Jardin warships are back, too!” someone cried out. Raijin zoomed out slightly and revealed the numerous shipwrecks scattered high above Dendrus. They were still in that swirling storm formation, but unmoving and lifeless. However, floating among the dead were the remnants of whatever navies had been swallowed up by Godeater’s initial attack.

Danica said out loud looking over the other ships of the companies. Most of them had started to become just trade ships, there were very few that acted a punch when they became mostly trading ships. Her father’s pride and joy was The Morning Star and the Crown fell second. She couldn't take The Crown Ariadne would notice right away. Her eyes scanned the ships more carefully. “The North Star.” She whispered

she said, glaring at him. “They refused to comply. I guarantee you if all alphas can surrender their pack to me, I won’t have a reason to kill them. Come on, we are the first Descendants Of Moon Goddess, and we are equally powerful and in a way, immortal. You are already 1000 years old and still looking 20 years old,” he said.