Fictional Battleship Novels & Stories

Alexander, catching the murmured exchange, called out sharply, "If you want to fight, come down and face me, old man." Despite not being at full strength, Billy was undeterred. "Hmph. I'll soon show you what I've got!" He retorted with a cold snort before turning away from the bow of the ship, eager to avoid unnecessary conflict for the moment. The Hawthorne Seafort battleship continued on its course, eventually halting in a wider area of the sea. "Whew, what a loss," remarked Miles with a cold expression, having just lost one of his top generals. Despite his frustration, he showed no intention of engaging further.

"After all, our Coulson fleet would never lose to Ehrlich." Helen's smile was full of arrogance and confidence. Coulson had never lost a sea battle. Not now, and never again. Alicia lowered her gaze and listened intently to Helen's words. Helen was correct. The naval battle would be won by Coulson. This was the unmistakable truth.

‎The twelve black-iron battleships didn't descend like a traditional army; they dropped through the cloud cover like a row of falling monuments, their massive hulls casting a permanent, suffocating shadow over the glass skyscrapers of the Southern capital. ‎ ‎I stood on the bridge of the flagship, my fingers resting lightly on the central command console. The silver star-shaped scar on my right palm was completely fused with the ship’s primary steering grid, the violet-gold solar energy humming through the metal beams beneath my boots.

On the horizon, ships were approaching. They weren't the sleek, geometric destroyers of the Architect. They were ugly, rusted, and trailing black smoke. A flotilla of scavenged vessels. Fishing trawlers welded with armor plating. A container ship mounted with old artillery cannons. A cruise ship painted in camouflage dazzle patterns. "The Free Fleet," Silas identified them, peering through a pair of binoculars. "The remnants of the Atlantic Navy and the coastal survivors. They’ve been hiding in the fog banks for years." "Are they friendly?" I asked. "They're human," Mom said, checking the load in her pistol. "So... probably not." The lead ship a converted frigate named the Goliath sounded it

The harbor was full of life, more people than Shadow had ever seen moving about the sturdy piers, chattering loudly and shouting amongst one another in one official language of the novel. However, their clothes varied from man to man to indicate their different backgrounds. Shadow stared into the distance while the rest of her people unloaded all the equipment that they brought. The possibility that the enemies were nearby was higher but no one cared enough to look around. That was because, opposite her battleship stood a ship with a figurehead that resembled some dolphin or whatever, rearing and throwing its head back. And some other ships that she couldn’t care about. “I can tell that they

Outside the Endlos Plane, a massive flying battleship with more than a hundred living beings had appeared. “There’s a plane ahead of us. Let’s go check it out.” A rather handsome man wearing a white robe stood inside the flying battleship and looked at the Endlos Plane. The battleship rapidly approached the Endlos Plane and soon passed the barrier, entering into the Endlos’ Dark World. As soon as the unidentified battleship appeared, the Endlos’ powerhouses that had reached the Sovereign Rank detected their presence. James stood atop a mountain and looked toward the Dark World with a frown.

We are secure. I let out a ragged sob of relief right there on the battlefield. The weight of the world lifted from my chest for one beautiful, fleeting second. But the war above was not over. A shadow fell over the courtyard. I looked up. The second Aurelian dreadnought had adjusted its position. It had ignored the ancient ballistas entirely. The massive golden ship hovered directly over the center of the Onyx Palace. Its underbelly opened, revealing a plasma cannon three times the size of the ones we had seen before.

Both sides quickly clashed, as they both opted to battle it out the old way in a brutal fist for fist melee battle. Shockwaves erupted from the point of their battle, spreading destruction around like this was not a battle between humans, but one between the legendary Godzilla and King Kong. Things didn’t always go according to plan; this was not an even competition. the attackers proved this, as other ranged high-grade warriors interfered and started helping their comrades to accelerate the downfall of the Spartans. The battle was very fierce, but unfortunately, the Spartan forces were still defeated, and their last battleship was aggressively taken.

The following day, two of County Y's berthed battleships, both products of County M's war manufacturing, were attacked and sunk. On the third day, a lone, unknown stranger had defeated every single security measure and stormed right up to the doors of the High Council of Country Y before stopping suddenly and left mysteriously. It was said that the Head of State of Country Y was inside, and he was so frightened that he suffered a heart attack.

“So what? Full steam ahead, do you hear? Full steam ahead! Raise the banner, hard to starboard, and load ‘em torpedoes! Today is the perfect day to strike; the enemy battleships are at bay! Destroyers, lay smokescreens! “Cruisers, charge into the harbor and fire our trusty torpedoes! Battleships, fire at will! Troopships, anchor near the island! Carriers, prepare to launch all aircraft! Full steam ahead, I do say! Those battleships are sitting ducks, it is now or never—” “Oh please, Ise! What in the blazes happened to you?’ “‘What happened,’ you say? I’ll tell you this: what happened is that all ten enemy battleships were sent to the bottom of the sea today! An outstanding victory, won’t you