Guns And Ships Lyrics Novels & Stories

They moved through the water like it was not there. They were shaped like stones. They glowed with a clean light. It made the Arks red alarms look old. "Those are not the Generals ships" the soldier whispered. He was holding Junes arm tightly. "Those look too clean. Too perfect" A big shadow blocked the light from above. One of the ships was right over the broken glass dome. A door opened on the bottom of the ship. A beam of light shot down. It hit the water with a sound.

I stood and pulled out the gun, which was at my waist, and loaded it in front of Vivian. "Lay a finger on you? That's a waste of my time!" I suddenly raised my hand. This caused her to scream and squat down with her hands on her head. What she thought was the end wasn't. My gun wasn't aimed at her; it was aimed at the wine cabinet behind her. The next second, there was a loud bang. The sound of glasses shattering echoed in the room. The flying shards had even cut Vivian's waist, leaving a deep blood trail.

The study is nothing like the rest of the penthouse. It’s darker, more enclosed, the walls lined with shelves full of books that don’t look decorative. Hardcovers with worn spines. Titles that suggest strategy, history, economics. The desk is heavy wood, solid and unadorned, its surface neat to the point of severity. Papers are stacked in precise piles. A leather notebook lies open beside a crystal tumbler, amber liquid catching the light. And next to it, unmistakable even at a glance, is a gun.

Instantly, the docks erupted into pure, unadulterated hell. BANG! BANG! BANG! The deafening roar of gunfire shattered the night. The Reapers didn't even hesitate—they pulled out automatic rifles and started spraying bullets into the dark. As sparks flew off the metal shipping containers, steel tore through steel. The smell of burning gunpowder and salt water filled the air, thick and suffocating. "Stay down, Lina!" Nikolai roared over the noise, pulling his weapon and firing a blind burst around the edge of the crate.

Ayla's POV "Have you forgotten all those years and the good times we had together?" I drew my hand back gently and looked at the dried leaves drifting on the Karnell River. "I remember them. When you hurt me time and time again in the past, I kept giving you chances precisely because I remembered those times. "However, you're only reflecting on yourself now. It's too late, Shane. "It's like these fallen leaves." I spread out my palm and caught a yellowing leaf. "Even if I stick it back on a branch… It's not going to come back to life."

The frightened woman he had rescued five years ago was gone. Standing before him now was someone entirely different. Someone stronger. Someone willing to face the truth, no matter how painful. A small smile appeared on his lips. “So stubborn.” Ashley smiled back. “I learned from you.” At that exact moment The cargo ship’s horn echoed across the harbor. A deep, haunting sound that rolled through the fog. Every guard immediately looked toward the vessel. Large floodlights suddenly illuminated the deck. Ashley gasped. Rows of armed soldiers stood shoulder to shoulder.

“I have the pack! And I have the land!” ​I stopped at the water’s edge, where the red surf was licking at the sand like a wounded animal. The first of the iron ships was only a few hundred yards away, its massive propellers churning the water into a frothy, oily mess. I could see the soldiers on the deck, their iron rifles glinting in the morning light. They were not wearing gold; they were wearing grey, the color of the machines they served. ​“They are not looking for magic,” I whispered, closing my eyes and reaching out with the Web. “They are looking for targets.”

“I’ll keep working the list.” I left him behind, wondering how I could suddenly be fine with trusting Vector. Then again, we were both dealing with a mad man who didn't mind killing us both. For the sake of self preservation, working with him wouldn't be the worst thing I'd never done. When I arrived, the shipment were being unloaded by my crew. The sealed guns were wrapped in crates and stacked onto the trucks heading in to their owners. I walked the length of the pier, scanning the stacks, checking manifests against my mental count.

REIGN “One more finger.” I ordered while lighting my cigarette. One of my men placed the trembling man’s left hand on the table and another quickly chopped off his pinky finger, equalizing the two hands. The unfortunate man let out a loud scream as he clutched his hand close to his chest. “So,” I blew out the smoke, “where's my truck?” I asked and the man shook in fear, sweat drenched his body and his lips trembled. “I don’t..”

The lead band answered. ***Intro music*** I know you think that I shouldn't still love you Or tell you that But if I didn't say it, well, I'd still have felt it Where's the sense in that? (Tears start rolling from her eyes. Every word in the lyrics comes from her heart) I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder Or return to where we were But I will go down with this ship And I won't put my hands up and surrender There will be no white flag above my door