Gol D Roger Ship Novels & Stories

“Sir… the port’s CCTV footage shows Mrs. Sara being dragged into that very ship. It seems—” The door slammed open, cutting him off. Roger strode in uninvited. His face twisted into a sickening smirk as he stopped before Damon’s desk. “I heard your little wife was kidnapped? And just now, our cargo ship, which those intruders hijacked, exploded in the middle of the ocean.” Roger blatantly displayed his joy at his adoptive brother’s defeat. “What a pity… my little brother, who hasn't been married long, is suddenly a widower.”

The serum makes it so we’ll forever bear the scars of our marks to show the world that we belong to one another. I trail my fingers up his neck, his jaw. To his eyebrow, which also bears a new scar. Brock was so close to death after the fight with Xavier that his shifter healing couldn’t keep up, and he now has scars that tell the tale. This small slash through his eyebrow, a deeper scar on his right shoulder, and another on the left side of his abdomen. I saw the scar on his eyebrow once before, in a vision.

Ash nodded and pressed his feet on the booster, the engine roared and the boat accelerated to an incredible speed once again. A few minutes later they were on the tail of the ship. Team then pulled the grappling hook launcher and with his launcher gun, he pulled the trigger causing the hook and rope to fly towards the ship. Fortunately, the hook successfully gripped the ship's quarter deck securely as Team turned around and grinned evilly towards them.

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.

All staring with open, milk-white eyes at the intruder passing through their grave. "Don't look at them," I told Kai, who was staring fixedly out the viewport, his jaw tight. "I know him," Kai whispered, pointing to a floating figure in a tattered coast guard uniform. "That's Rodriguez. He served in the Southern perimeter in '28." "He's gone, Kai. It's just a shell." "It's a minefield," Leo said from the pilot’s throne. His voice was strained, beads of sweat standing out on his forehead. "They aren't just bodies. They're capacitors. If we touch

CONFLAGRATION DEAD CENTER OF THE VALED SEA, LATE AFTERNOON HOURS. "Steady as she goes" Harold barked at the helmsman of the Grenalian flagship "Grey Thunder". "Steady as she goes aye aye Sir" The Helmsman responded as he kept steering the ship steady and true. Harold the High Marshall of Grenalia walked out of the bridge and onto the sea water soaked deck as he looked out at the fleet of ships sailing alongside him.

~Stargem: Rewrite~ Sephtis' fleet arrived at the Crimson Gate and joined the Blood Fleet. Right behind the legions of ships is the Excelente Class World Destroyer Ship. This ship is powered by four dark magic crystals and is 40,000 km in length (front to back), and has a height of 15-20,000 km. This monstrous ship has a large lazer barrel in front and as the name says, it can destroy worlds. This is only one of the 4 Excelente Class that serve as a flagship of the Forgotten Navy. The ship where Sephtis is, docks inside it and a man can be seen looking down from the hangar observatory deck wearing black robe with a golden sash.

Jago ran toward us, his face grimy with oil and sweat. "Zora! We’ve got the 'Void-Mines' set in the water, but they’ve got 'Pulse-Burners' on those ships!" Jago yelled over the roar of the ocean. "We're holding a knife to a gunfight!" "Then we change the rules of the fight," I said, stepping off the shuttle. I looked up. The clouds were parting, revealing the massive, white-gold hull of the South Spire flagship, the Ascension. It was beautiful and terrible, a floating mountain of corporate arrogance. And I knew she was on the bridge. Elena.

He purred, and Cora found her lashes falling shut, wondering if he was about to kiss her… then wondering if she’d have the strength to stop him. He didn’t. “I don’t know about you.” Roger concluded, his dark eyes piercing Cora as she peeked up at him again, nervously licking her lips. His glowing wolf gaze dropped to follow her little pink tongue, and suddenly the Beta was finding his trousers much too tight. “But I’m going to be working hard to think up ways to entertain us through those long hours on the ship, and at the temple.”

He threatens me. "Calm down, Don. This isn't the time to fight among ourselves. We need to be united and show them who are the rulers of American underworld." Rochelle, for whom he has a softer side, comes in between before one of us will be dead. He looks away to calm himself down. "Our ship has sunk in the Indian Ocean. An explosion caused the shipwreck which caused us 5 billion U.S. dollar's loss and dissatisfaction among our dealers in China and India." He drops the most explosive bomb over my head.