Giulio Cesare Ship Novels & Stories

He always froze at the sight of the man that ruined his entire existence, fear always winning. “Are you okay, boss?” Nicholas questioned when he noticed how uneasy Leo had become. “You don't have to worry about me, instead, get ready to fight as soon as Martinez and his men get here.” Leo answered coldly, his eyes on the containers of goods which were being loaded onto the ship. They were on the last container when Ceaser ran in, informing them that Martinez had been sighted heading in that direction. Leo's heart missed a beat as he ordered everyone to take their places.

Jidana, Kariya and Ophilius packed themselves into Ophilius’s sky ship. Ophilius had to use to metal poles as crutches as he struggled to enter the ship. Jidana and Kariya helped him into the ship and they were ready to set sail and on their way to the Petragram mansion. Ophilius’ s ship was big and red with two large masts each carrying 10 flags. There are two compartments on the sides that house cannons and a compartment inside the ship to store weapons. The ship is powered by wind Furiyu and the wind of the sky.

A ship was approaching and Silvio knew it was his. He walked toward the shore, stopping just before the water's edge. Glancing over his shoulder, he spoke, his voice cold and commanding. "Follow me" Elena's heart skipped a beat. He had spoken to her.. Her cheeks flushed and she jogged to keep up Jia and Tiziano followed, as they approached the ship, men descended from the vessel. They bowed as Silvio passed and again as Tiziano followed behind him, making Jia's confusion deepen.

A warning. I grip the railing harder, heart pounding. The cargo ship looms ahead, massive and slow, vulnerable. And then—floodlights blaze from the starboard side. Another vessel emerges from the dark. Sleek, black, marked with a single insignia. The Vitale crest. I exhale, part relief, part dread. The new ship surges between the cargo and the attackers. Its guns roar, tearing into the speedboats with terrifying precision. Engines sputter, hulls splinter, screams cut through the air. Within minutes, the would-be raiders are retreating, limping into the night.

The sea seemed too calm to be afraid. Leo snorted lightly next to me, his iPad showing the way that the ship was heading forward, " Yes, Miss. Vincenzo Russo wanted to prove you wrong. He wants to prove to his grandfather that you are incapable of making decisions. Look, we are forwarding safely." I agreed with Leo. Vincenzo never liked his brother. He had no reason to think about the well-being of my gang. I prayed silently for a safe departure. The materials inside the ship were worth a million dollars. I would be in debt if something went wrong with the ship.

"You just forced my father to take the wheel." The silhouette grew clearer. It was a ship, but to call it a ship felt like an insult to physics. It was a floating city. The flagship of the Aurelian King was three times the size of the dreadnought we had just destroyed. It was shaped like a massive spearhead, plated entirely in white gold and diamond glass. It moved with a silent, terrifying grace, casting a shadow that swallowed the entire harbor. "The Gilded Sun," Kaelen breathed. "He is here."