Novel & Cerita Marauders Ships

“Thank you, Marcus. This is my commander and chief of the royal guards Mada. I felt it was time she deserved a promotion and semi-retirement.” “Mate.” Mada says. Looking up at Mada, Marcus also says “Mate.” “Well, it seems that you all have been blessed with mates today.” Serena says to us. “Now that the mating ceremony is complete for you Adina and Josh, shall we go have a crowning and mating reception in the dining room? “Yes, we have.” Josh says to Aunt Serena.

one of our best soldiers shouted from the door and everyone stood in silence waiting for me to start talking. "I think everyone here already knows that Moses' bar was attacked last night. Two of our boys were killed, Jason and Brandon will not return to our pack because of the vampires, these boys will not have a second transformation, never learned to control their wolf, they will never find a mate and the fault is that fucking vampires!" The men in front of me growled and agitated in revolt, all there were tired of this war, most had lost one of the family, no one could stand all the killing and bloodshed that had lasted for centuries.

Dawn said while staring right at me. "Fuck off, Dawn. You don't know anything about me!" I squealed. I couldn't stand here quietly while she spouted bullshit. I felt Logan's arms wrap around me. "Shh...she isn't worth it." Dawn ignored me and kept her eyes on him. "Consider this my final warning. Stay away from Marina. Eddie, Mike, Jason, they all fell for her lore and look where they ended up? Dead and buried. You'll be joining them very soon," she hissed.

"If you think I can't get away, you're gravely mistaken." Swiftly turning his head, Mr. Marcus shouted, "Blow up the ships!" Upon his command, the cargo ships immediately moved about two hundred meters. With a thunderous explosion, the three ships erupted into a deafening roar. A massive mushroom cloud billowed from the sea, as the ammunition ignited and set off a chain reaction of explosions. The sky was lit up by an array of colorful and dazzling fireworks. So vibrant, so dazzling, so... decisive. Like thunderbolts striking the surface of the sea, the three cargo ships vanished into thin air, leaving no trace. Fragments of sparks scattered on the sea and quickly dissipated.

"Do it." I dived. One shot. Precise. The slug shattered the rudder control mechanism at the stern of the ship. The flagship groaned, its propellers spinning uselessly. It began to drift, turning in a slow, helpless circle. The other destroyers were dead in the water, their electronics fried. The fleet was paralyzed. "Attention, harbor," I broadcast on all channels. "This is Queen Marigold. Your ships are disabled. Your weapons are junk. Your Captain is a coward."

Price nodded. "Crewman, can you get me a visual on those contacts?" After flipping a few switches and button presses three ships emerged on the screen. "Commander, these ships appear to be a Havoc Class Merchant raider escorted by two Claymore Class Corvettes, followed by strike craft. Possibly Furies and Faustus interceptors. I advise prioritizing the Havoc first as it is better armed." "What are the weapons on those ships?" "The havoc has Plasma based weapons. Those can cause severe damage to an unshielded ship this size. The Claymores have a single railgun, similar to your calibre, and Point defence guns."

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 ships would then sail back up to Kabutar or another of the floating nests. Thus he began to ramble around the Amera, passing various crewmembers and many guards, some in groups and some standing in solitary like clear statues against the bulkheads. He went all around the ship, peering from the various railings while also taking care not to get too hot or too dry. And then, while moving from observation point to observation point, another thought came to mind: Why did so many marines travel with trade ships? He purposed to seek answers. —

I had made it to be a part of them, watching people suffer while smiling. I threw a dagger at one of them. He grabbed it sharply and walked towards the boy. "Fuck off!" "Stop! Please!!" His screams filled the room, loud enough for everyone in the villa to hear. Andrew pulled out a chair for me to watch the show. I sat down immediately, facing them, as they began to do what I had said. Andrew cleared his throat, "Don, what about the shipment?" "The marines seized one of the ships in Florida, even though the other two had not yet arrived."

"Three... two... one... go!" With a mighty roar, the pack surged forward, their momentum carrying them toward the fortress's main gate. Arrows flew from the walls, but the warriors pressed on, their determination unwavering. Shane and Sean led the charge, their hearts pounding with adrenaline as they approached the gate. They swung their weapons with precision, felling rogue guards who dared to stand in their way. Inside the fortress, the rogue lord and Cassie heard the commotion outside. The rogue lord's eyes narrowed with rage as he realized the pack's assault was underway.