Jelsa Ship Novels & Stories

The bioluminescent foam on the waves turned into a wall of purification fire. ​The mist-claws shrieked and evaporated. The massive coral shape below the surface flinched, diving deeper into the dark. ​But the ship was being pulled. The current was an absolute force, dragging the entire fleet toward the center of the archipelago—the maw of the King of the Deep. ​"Kaelen, we have to board the islands!" Elara shouted over the roar of the sea. "We cannot fight him from the deck. We have to sever the connection from the inside!"

Prince Fredrick was caught off guard by how Eslar addressed him; her lunge came in swift and strong as she switched easily from side to side. Still, Prince Fredrick was able to recover, he had no problem deflecting the attacks, it was as though he knew where she would strike him. Eslar immediately switched to an upward strike yet Prince Fredrick blocked it with easy, smiling at Eslar with a fixed gaze. Eslar gazed back at Prince Fredrick with a cheerful smile, their eyes intent on each other; the earth shook instantly as a loud rumbling blasted out. From where they stood, they could see a ship in flames and three unknown ships approaching the harbour of Sud, lunching blazing rocks at the har

Aika: Retrieve successful! Yesha appears on the bridge of her ship. The DJS Light of the Grey is a heavy destroyer fully crewed with 60 men and women supporting The Directive Dimensional Fleet. A common design of the heavy destroyer ships of The Directive is having almost the same schematics as a battle cruiser stripped of the missile and torpedo pods. A destroyer degrades further with the removal of the railgun. Both types of destroyers have a tonnage or 200000 tons.

The Tungsten Projectile tossed the wooden gears, and the entire right flank of the airship came with a circular, splintering noise to stand still. The huge ship was immediately slapped. It sacked one-sided and began in a direct uncontrolled spiral to the edge of the green reef. “They crumble at the glass trees!” Silas called the monocle wide open. Kael looked at me. In his green eyes there was no triumph, but the steel determination of a leader who knows that there is no potential in the Ödland Allies die. “Bring us over her, Jada,” he said. “We will catch them.”

Half an hour later, the three finally dove into Tyrant Sea. "Marshal Snow, I remember it clearly. It's this direction. There's no doubt about it," Jessica said confidently. Elara warned, "I've got a bad feeling. My core is stirring. Something unexpected might happen. We need to be extra careful." Gideon said, "If things go sideways, Elara, you take Princess Jessica back to shore immediately. I know that's not too hard for you. You've got a top-tier physique. Maybe you don't know how to use it, but I doubt you'd mess up a retreat."

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.

Ella “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!” Cora grouses, shooting me a death glare as we gather at the Royal docks. Vanarium-hulled ships fitted with cutting edge defense and weaponry systems are moored along the wharf, their crews flitting around like hundreds of tiny ants as they prepare the vessels for departure. One, the smallest, is bound for the Altaran Islands and my mother; the others are all headed back home to face Damon. None of us want to say goodbye.