Marauders Ships Novels & Stories

"I am so tired of you all treating me like a doll! I won't break if I get a few scratches!" At my shout, three men's mouths hit the ground. "My god, Mara. You almost bleed out before we could get you to the Sorcerer to heal you. And you still want to go after him? That's suicide and you know it! Sólas is a Draygon, Mara, one of the most powerful ones! Do you really want him to succeed in whatever he was trying to do to you!?" Erik spewed angrily. I know what he did to you, Mara. Tohr said to me, his molten golden eyes boring into me.

Termâs could hear the cries of survivors but there was little he could do. “Doesn’t a rough sea mean a slow pace?” “Well, Saron, my men are rowing as fast as they can.” Erwaith looked out at the high foaming whitecaps that surrounded them. His white hair flew around wildly in the strong north winds. Careath was still within view but disappearing quickly. His fleet was made up of forty ships with roughly four thousand armed men. The Silver Hawk was by far the largest and was in the lead. The coast of Myrmidar was bleak and lifeless; even the usual animals were noticeably missing. Erwaith and Saron could see smoke to their northeast in the direction of Dymor.

he'd called it, though Jack suspected simple curiosity. "Visual contact," Marcus announced. Jack looked up and saw it. The scout ship was beautiful—a sleek vessel of silver and blue, organic curves suggesting it had been grown rather than built. But it was clearly damaged. Portions of its hull flickered with unstable energy, and a trail of debris marked its descent path. Behind it, still distant but closing fast, three dark shapes pursued. The Vanguard hunters. "Aria-7, this is Jack Miller," he broadcast on the Origin Heart's frequency. "We're here to help. Can you match our position?"

"Their transport vehicles might not have utilized the highway networks at all, Tobin. Their commanders could have easily evacuated his frame by ship." "By ship?" Tobin echoes the words, his face looking highly surprised. "Marsey Island lies completely out in the open sea, Warlord. It is only accessible via deep-water transport vessels." After a short moment of tactical thought, my jaw tightens. "Audit every single cruise record and commercial cargo manifest logged across the sector for the past forty-eight hours. Ensure no internal mafia yachts slip past our maritime dragnet." Tobin gives a firm nod of his head and promptly sets off to deploy the border orders.

Did someone order them to abduct me… again? How many were there? The ship suddenly rocked, and I peeked out of the room’s tiny window. My eyes widened in horror. Several pirate ships surrounded us. And on their hulls, I saw a familiar mark—the same one from the Mollukai ship that had abducted Natisa and me before. Oh no. I just hoped she—and my mates—were safe.

Creed’s presence anchored me. The ground trembled as Amendus returned, a dark swirl of shadows and Wendigos behind him. But this time, we were ready. Sebastian’s voice carried over the chaos, commanding, almost melodic. “Hold the line! Protect the vessel!” Waves of energy slammed into Amendus’s army from the sides—controlled blasts of light and shadow, striking with precision.

He said, squeezing her. Morgan inhaled and nodded knowing he was right. “Come Ariadne let go light the candle.” Morgan said, scooping her daughter up. Claire made her way down the path toward Adriane’s Crown. The ship was a beautiful cherry-colored wood and just like The Morning Star had eteches of gold detail throughout it. Gavin took pride in the small detail of his ships. The sails were enormous and brilliantly white. The top mass held the flag, a simple crown surrounded by stars. The Queen’s flag flew in the back corner of the ship letting others know that the ship was protected by the Queen. Gavin and Morgan had done well for themself and for the past few years had a contract with the q

Junayd responded, pleased that it seemed to have worked. "They are following us!" Eira announced from the stern. Sure enough, three of the other ships in the pirate fleet were in hot pursuit. Xander stood at the bow of one of the ships screaming orders angrily. Out of the sides of the vessel, a dozen oars on either side poked out and began to row. The ship began to gain on Junayd. "Should we row too?" Devrim asked as he could see others panicking.

The boats were approaching, the whispers faded, the tranquil whooshed away, the sand darkened, the battle had begun. The boats arrived at the exact time they anticipated, and Fasting was there to receive them, one by one, they unloaded the vessels, stacks and stacks of cocaine, guns, gun powder, this was it, the day he had been waiting for, this was his opportunity, with a deep breath, and his vision clear, he locked his sight on his target, it was a clear shot, he wouldn't miss, he placed his hands on the trigger, his body hidden, in a croutched position, ready, he exhaled, but something was wrong, this was easy, too easy. Before he could figure out why, the captain gave the order, and in s

she said, making me grimace, “you aren't marrying her now. This is a long-term betrothal-” I pulled away before she could finish ignoring her face falling. “Does it make it any better mom?” I shouted watching her move back. “Why the hell would you and Dad do this? Why would you agree?” I snapped even though I knew the answer. My father already explained it earlier. A marriage alliance, to merge the packs as if they weren't joined at the hip already. It was a simple fact known to all. The Red Crescent Pack and The Red Moon Pack were neighboring packs, closely intertwined. They had been partners for years, way before I was born. My father and Alpha Addams were like brothers. Of course they bot