Marauders Ships Novels & Stories

"We're out. We're actually out." "Look," Jun whispered. Elara wiped her eyes and looked at the long-range Aetheric-Scanner. They weren't alone in the dark. Emerging from the shadow of the moon, and rising from the far side of the planet, were hundreds of other White Ships. They were of different shapes and sizes—some looked like floating cathedrals of glass, others like jagged shards of obsidian—but they all shared the same Architectural-Lineage. "Are those... survivors?" Mina asked, her voice trembling.

Alex and Sawyer drag Logan, now groaning softly, through the trees and onto a beach that opens up to a lagoon, where three massive ships bob in the calm water. They have to be… very old or exquisitely crafted replicas of the kind of ships Aviva mentioned used to sail the seas during the golden age of the Firestone witches. Several stories tall and made completely out of wood, they gleam like gold in the sunlight, their massive sails pulled in and anchors dragging on the seafloor. Pirate ships. All three of them. I might actually be dead. That would make more sense than what I’m seeing.

Ella thought. Soon she had taken a left turn, but to her dismay, she could see that the other two trucks were also following their SUV closely behind. A moment of carelessness or absentmindedness might ruin them completely. There were almost two hundred werewolves following them. Ella noticed that Alpha Gabriel was looking backward. He too had realized that they were being followed.

I was too caught up in myself to notice the several large ships filling the blue skies above. "Stop Zax, come back, the planet is getting invaded," Marwan yelled worriedly, seeing the ships. He dashed after me. He grabbed my long hair and pulled me back painfully. I gasped heatedly, getting a tiny thrill from it. I fell back into his open arms and turned to look up at him. "Stop your dramatics and look up, pofa," he said sternly. I glanced towards the sky and blocked sunlight and cursed. "Who the fuck is that," I growled. Marwan squinted his greenish yellow eyes and frowned.

Sharon shouted. "I know but we need to move with the next plan, we need to save your sister." Mrs. Tom said. Sharon heaved and they took off. They stopped by the cliff and stared at the ocean. About twenty ships with cannon guns was sailing to the shore. And in the air was five fighter jets. "Shit! The Crazy 16 are here ." Sarah, Aiden, Andy, Ella and Maggie were swimming to the top of the sea when missiles from the sky began to rain into the ocean causing them to split.

The freckles on her face glisten with small sweat dews as she creates an O-shape with her lips puffing some air out. I look at the clock on the wall; it’s almost the end of my shift but who doesn't like some extra cash in their pockets. So I remove the pumps, lining the bruise on my leg with a second skin patch, before trudging towards the door. “Penny, you just had a rough session with Alpha Valen”, Martha voices out, her eyebrows crossed in the middle of her face, and I just look at her.

A cruise ship with countless holes in it was anchored in the endless blue shimmering sea of waters. "Mara!!!!, it's your time to die! Say your last prayers" Mara looked at the people around him, there were people that he have met so far, some were her clients and some were are opponents whom she had fought with. Her best friends, her husband, her Stepmother and even her classmates. With their faces and aura carrying with them an air of hatred and loathing. "Gecko, Eve, Ethan, Mrs Astrid, Maya, Father Susan, Speedy and you all......"

Through her spyglass, the scene at the shipyards was a vision of absolute ruin. Three massive, copper-plated Draconian war-barges had bypassed the outer reef guards entirely, using the Dawn-Gild's leaked coordinates to slam their white-hot reptilian prows directly into the grand merchant vaults. The dry-docks where the secondary hull lines of the Royal Navy were being laid down were already ablaze, the seasoned northern pine timbers turning into lines of running charcoal under the pressure of the Saurian Janissaries' magma-weapons.

Smith and Clara landed on the port side, and Elizabeth and Paul on the Starboard side. The sea bed is muddy—difficulty walking. All the senior people on the ship were sitting and watching the ROV videos. The captain and the shift supervisor were staring at the NAV screen in the wheelhouse. It was the coldest day in December. The task time is thirty minutes. Both groups moved forward slowly. "Confirmed three large containers, starboard side," Paul reported. Along with Paul,Elizabeth approached the container.

The marking on the boat was at least a few centuries old. This is a war ship. Those are Tharans. This must be the Battle of the long ships. The commander moved forward looking at each of his men, he couldn't see clearly the sky was fiery red, arrows were flying everywhere. One of the arrows hit the sail. All around him there was fire. Men were still burning or were half burned. The battle didn't end well for the Tharans, the history books were true in that part. The crystal had finished the visions. The room stood still, the crystal was still glowing.