Fandom Ships Novels & Stories

"Having no fear of my husband is another reason you worry him. Silly man. He's accustomed to being the highest on the food chain, much as a great white shark in the ocean. I, on the other hand, feel he needs to remain on his toes. Removing a slice of his ego every so often helps with that." It's obvious to me that Nikka has no fear of her mate either. She is a cat shifter, long thought of as the enemy, and does not have the history of she-bear timidity that I've seen through the decades. I begin talking more and share things I have never shared before. Not the sacred texts, but the things I can help the clan with. It frees me from my doubts and fears for the future. Tyboll had better hurry b

she asked, not bothering to hide the irritation in her tone. "I know what I'm about to say is gonna sound crazy but, the fact that Kira and I are mates isn't exactly a coincidence. According to some crazy prophecy, our packs are supposed to come together and unite as one so we can fight against some terrible creatures that were cursed by the sun," Damien explained to her, completely oblivious of the fact that his words only infuriated her even more. "What stupid prophecy are you going on about Damien? Who told you something so foolish? Let me guess, it's the moon goddess again? She allegedly spewed another nonsense and you're just buying into her shit?" Sheila spat out in disdain.

Liliana requested, instead of changing and ignoring her I find it attractive and defensive to read out to her. "Okay, that would be great Liliana, all you have to do is listen carefully." I sighed, opening to the certain part that has a binding in it. "They lived together as a family both the shifters and the centaurs and humans. The humans had taken their time and injected some blood from the shifters when war broke out on an island that remained..." The lines were so interposed that they caught my attention. "Forbidden." She sharply said and I raised my head inquisitively at her.

They recognize the value of unity in the face of external challenges, and the importance of fostering a sense of peace within their respective territories. As the months pass, a tentative alliance forms between their packs. Borders become more open, trade routes are established, and cooperation becomes the norm rather than the exception. Avery and Zephyr find themselves working together, their differences gradually melting away in the face of a shared purpose. The once-hostile encounters transform into respectful exchanges, with Avery and Zephyr finding common ground on issues such as conservation efforts, mutual defense, and the promotion of peace among neighboring packs. They become advoca

Sharon shouted. "I know but we need to move with the next plan, we need to save your sister." Mrs. Tom said. Sharon heaved and they took off. They stopped by the cliff and stared at the ocean. About twenty ships with cannon guns was sailing to the shore. And in the air was five fighter jets. "Shit! The Crazy 16 are here ." Sarah, Aiden, Andy, Ella and Maggie were swimming to the top of the sea when missiles from the sky began to rain into the ocean causing them to split.

"Don't get worked up over them. They're just rich, entitled people. Forget whatever she does and focus on your work. I know it's hard, but you can do it. You're stronger than you think." "I'm not strong, Mom," I said, feeling defeated. "I can't keep pretending to myself that my feelings for Damien will go away. Is there any ritual or something to kill my feelings for him?" My mom sighed and shook her head. "Unfortunately, there isn't. In our pack, the only way for mates to break the bond is for them to come together under the sacred moon and openly denounce each other. But that can be dangerous, honey. It can lead to madness or even death."

When he released Divine Awareness, the conclusion he made was the same with his speculation—In the distant city, the mysterious energy like that on the ships also existed, rejecting Ding Hao's Divine Awareness. The thin monkey-like guy walked to him with an alarmed look. "Brother Hao, there are 131 ships in total. I've checked all of them and found footprints on all of them... And I'm sure the owners belong to the same group. I guess they'd taken things on those ships before us. And, they also left a few limits on the ships. I accidentally touched them just then!" Ding Hao made a slight frown. "Limit?" The thin monkey-like guy quickly added, "Some small formations like a warning device. I gu

There were moon sized arks, on which most of the civilian population lived, worked, and eventually died; supply ships, which carried the raw material required to sustain the Armani; and three types of warships, including battle ships, destroyers, and fighters. The fleet had been traveling through space for more than a millennium and would continue forever. Or would it? The Facers, so named because of their desire to put an end to the journey and "face" the Shem, had become even more powerful of late, raising the possibility that things might change. Not that the Runners, who had ruled for so long, could be ignored.

(Sofia Di Gianna) Me, Radian, Selie and Sofia are currently standing at the dock, admiring the lines up that made up from 3 Warship, 3 Freight Container Ships, 5 Ferries, 10 patrol boats, 15 fast speed boats and also, 5 luxury yacht, that I brought last night. Bringing these all here, actually filled my entire dimensional storage rings and also filling my radius capacity to the brim. Luckily everything were able to be done in a single trip, and at the end, I were able to witnessed my start of the dream to see Aeternum Armada starting it steps to become the biggest and largest Navies in the entire Fantasma. Naturally all 3 of the ladies were all speechless as they saw the lined up, especially

The ship was no longer a machine; it was a gargantuan, sleeping animal. ​“Mama, the ship is dreaming,” Liam said softly, his voice sounding hollow from exhaustion. He was pale, his gold light dim but steady, his eyes wide as he looked at a cluster of flowers that had sprouted from a secondary cooling vent. The blooms looked like spun glass, but they smelled like jasmine, crushed pine, and the specific scent of rain on hot pavement. “It doesn't want to be a weapon anymore. It wants to be a cradle.”