Ducktales/ships Novels & Stories

the corporal shouted. I watched as our three stolen ships, the Sun’s Fury, the Dawn Treader, and the Gilded Hawk, broke formation. They weren't running. They were diving into the swarm of Northern destroyers like wolves attacking a herd of bison. "They're outnumbered ten to one," I whispered, sweat stinging my eyes. "They can't win a dogfight." "They aren't trying to win," Ashren's voice echoed in my memory. "They’re buying time." "Ground assault!" Jace, the lieutenant in charge of beach defense, cut into the comms. "They’re launching drop pods! They’re coming through the shield!"

The three-ton wolf let out a low, tired sigh, his head lowering onto his paws as the violet fire in his sockets settled back into a peaceful, watchful ember. "The... the docking clamps are open, Zora," Kemi whispered, her voice shaking as she looked out over the six massive cargo ships that were now completely free of their corporate chains. "The... the whole fleet is ours. And the sector six Spires... they don't have a database left to log our debt."

He approached their table and placed it in front of Mabel, who raised an eyebrow. "Go on," Marco said evenly. "Open it." Mabel’s hands trembled as she unlatched the case. Her eyes widened as stacks of crisp bills came into view. "Oh my gosh," she whispered, her voice filled with awe. She quickly shut the briefcase, her expression shifting to one of triumph. Marco remained stoic. "Now the details." Mabel took a deep breath, as if savoring her victory. "The ship’s name is Maersk Mc-Kinney Moller. It had Maersk Line’s white seven-pointed star logo on a blue background. It departed from the port nearest to this place."

Aurora said. "Then take her with you. Hunter would keep doubting her if she stayed here," Agatha said. "I can't go with Aurora. Alonso's target is Draken since Draken abandoned his side so he must be keeping an eye on North pack. Then he'll find out I'm there. For now, I know Hunter killed all of Alonso's men who were with me, which means Alonso is not aware of my whereabouts. I'm the safest at the moon pack right now if I stay hidden," Silvia whispered as Agatha and Aurora stared at each other worried.

“We checked it thoroughly, there is literally no space for any instruments to slide between her skin and the metal. We can't cut through the top, it is super thin and we can't make where the metal ends and skin starts. Apart from it, everything is absolutely fine with her.” They sure cant. This isn't a simple shackle, this cant be. Aeric and I trace the shackle with our fingers, our skin bouncing on the little unknown words engraved on the shackle. Four different lines of words, going around in circles, reunifying in themselves. I take a closer look as if the alien language will reveal itself, probably, speak to us. In this lifetime, I have learned more language than necessary. Some for busi

The Sovereign Fleet As the last piece of the code clicked into place the VALE_09 engine showed a detailed map on the library's screens. The North Atlantic area, which had been the focus of their fight for the three years, was completely dark.. The Pacific Rim was lit up with dozens of green nodes. Elena's eyes got wide as she sorted out the hidden assets into a list of what was most important: The Shadow Fleet: More than forty big cargo ships operating out of Singapore with no visible connection to the Vane company.

"I've been tracking Daxon for months now, ever since he first showed up on our radar. But I had no idea he was related to you. He's not just some Alpha wolf looking for revenge. He's organized, he's funded, and he's got resources that suggest he's working with someone bigger than himself." My blood chilled. "What kind of resources?" "The kind that let him set up operations in international waters," Derek said. "The kind that let him disappear for months at a time and then resurface with new technology, new weapons, new allies." Jackson stepped forward again. "Alpha, we've identified at least three vessels in the area where your mate's signal is strongest. One appears to be a modified cargo s

ECSTASY EASTERN SHORES OF THE VALED SEA, BORDERS OF WEREKULT. "Land ho!!" The lookout on Damon Silverclaw's flagship hollered over the salty wind that battered the sails of "Lycan's Wrath". The boatswain of the ship took cognizance of the lookout's report and began readying the ship for docking. Damon was below deck in his quarters, brooding quietly as a meal of roast turkey and Werekult brewed ale sat untouched on the table before him.

Scott jumps in, obviously getting the same impression that I was from Detective Doug and wanting to nip it in the bud before offending either myself or Raul. “Yes, Alpha Scarlett contacted me earlier today, alerting me about the strange scents that her patrols picked up around her pack lands. I came out here to get the scents for myself so I’d know what to be alert for around my own pack lands. By the time she and I were done discussing everything, a meeting with Leader Bruno was set-up for tomorrow—well, I guess later this morning now—so it made more sense for me to stay the night instead of heading home.” Raul explains. Okay, so it’s not EXACTLY the truth, but it’s not an outright lie, eit

I shouted into the glare, I had spotted up to five tiny ships coming towards us with immense speed. They all had black flags on them, designed with human skull as a warning. “Pirates, oh silly human pirates messing around.” “Oh how very great,” Tasha muttered to herself, she threw her orange peels into the water. “Just as I was about to get comfortable and have a good nap.”