Guns And Ships Lyrics Novels & Stories

He smelled of gun oil, sweat, and the sharp copper of his own blood. “The fleet,” Dante said, pointing to the small monitor in the lift corner. “The signal is spreading.” On the screen, the other ships in the Global Ledger’s fleet were losing formation. One gunship tilted sharply, its cannons firing randomly into the clouds. Another began to vent atmosphere, a trail of white vapor screaming into the blackness of the upper atmosphere. “The clones on the other ships,” Bianca whispered. “They’re shifting too. The whole Ledger is becoming a cage of monsters.”

Leo's brow twitched as her hand brushed his shoulder. He pulled his gun and pressed it to her forehead. "One more word against our principessa, and I'll blow your damn head off. You and your precious brother are both dying today." Jella froze. Shaking. The muzzle dug in. "Zeke!" she shrieked. "Are you seriously just gonna stand there?!" But Zeke didn't move. He just stared at the gun in Leo's hand—silver, engraved. An eagle on the grip. The Accardi crest.

But victory costs a breath And the gun fires at point blank range. As the shot echoes through the desert Only one truth remains Someone is not walking away.