Hetalia Ships Novels & Stories

Rage and hate poured from him in a sickly red aura. Methodically, like he knew he was being watched, he turned to the side, revealing a ship. White with orange trim. Lifesavers mounted to the starboard dipped and rose with the tide. Distorted blue letters were printed on the rear stern, but she couldn't read them through the haze.

I recoil from the sight, my eyes narrowing as I will myself to continue looking, and suddenly the planet implodes, scattering the dark matter over the Milky Way. The sound of silence sweeps through the Arena. The beautiful stillness of emptiness. The planet imploding was over within seconds. “Something's not right,” Miya murmurs as she opens her eyes and raises her head to the sky. I look up, squinting as I try to see what she sees. “The shield is active, bonetta.” I lower my gaze and look at her. “There are ships. Six of them. Female and younglings. The government. Human…"

He was so shocked that he rubbed his eyes to make sure what he saw was not his imagination. Although the darkness had prevailed, he could clearly see that not a far distance from the beach, many ships were cruising toward them. The ships were all painted black. Under the dim light from the moon, the ships were as massive as a sea monster, and they were full of people standing on board. They all had muscular bodies, and they held long sabers in their hand, looking very fierce and undefeatable. The leading ship had a giant flag. It was raised more than a few feet high above with three words written on it.

Edmonton gasps. While Lilith swivels to him grabbing his naked waist with her arm and she leans on his chest. “After the marriage of Prince Adams and the Princess of the S clan we won't have to hide again since both kingdoms will be bonded by marriage and they will become one!” murmurs Lilith while caressing his stomach with her finger.

Alessia's POV We are BOARDING the airship that Elijah called Armageddon. It is bigger and more elegant than the average ship I see. Its sail is white and gold with the Valeria brand. Elijah is now busy ordering the captain to speed up the sailing in the sky. I also notice that it is indeed faster than normal ships, but the truth is that it is still slow especially and we are in a hurry now. "So you and his majesty, huh?" Stefano turned to me with a teasing smile on his lips.

Alpha Anton P.O.V Becoming the new alpha of the Dark Moon Pack my father once led. I thought the only issue I would be facing was all the problems in becoming a leader of a pack. I never once thought that one day I would look at my Luna and felt nothing. I no longer felt any connection with her. Being around her was as if I was dwelling within my mansion alone and mate-less. I squeezed my hand into a tight fist; remembering the day my father, former alpha Eric, informed me about my first mate who was taken from me by death before I had known her. Everything was going well with my Luna Talia at first. We had a wonderful and loving life as mates should be. Until everything changed between us t

Alpha Thane and I exchanged wary glances. Footsteps echoed down the corridors and a guard marched into the room. “My Lord.” He bowed to Alpha Thane. “My Lord, a dark mass of warships are sailing towards our shores. They’re lycans, they have sophisticated weapons. It's nothing like what I’ve seen before.” “It’s him,” I rasped, my throat tightening. “That’s King Calix.”

I heard my brother shout out after me as he was coming out of the packhouse, probably to check if I was around or not. "Aurora, what? Where?" I heard Debbie exclaim in a confused state as she turned around to see what or who my brother was shouting at. As I turned, my eyes immediately locked with his. Alpha Tyler. I could see the shock on his face as he looked me up and down. My heart was thumping like crazy in my chest, but in my head, all I felt was disgust and hatred towards the one that I had mistakenly been paired with by the moon goddess.

He runs a hand through his messy hair and gives me that half-cocked grin that usually means trouble. “Yeah, well, maybe you should care. Because word on the street is the Albanians are using Delucca’s little shotgun wedding as the perfect distraction. They’re testing the waters. Literally. Three shipments hit the docks last night—girls, Rafè. Young ones. Barely legal, most of them. Packed in like cargo.” My jaw tightens. I already knew about the shipments. The reports came in at dawn, but hearing it out loud from Alessio makes the rage simmer hotter.

She gave me a long, hard look before turning around and rounding the last container until we reached the other side. "Is that your ship?" I couldn't help but ask. "Yes, that's my baby," She said. "I call her Princella. She's cute, but she can fire torpedoes. It was a pricey update, but it was totally worth it.” “Wow," was all I could say as I glanced at the ship. It looked pretty unassuming. "So, can I see my servers now…” I stopped as I turned the corner of the last container. Talia was already inside it, waiting for me.