Marauders Ships Novels & Stories

"Kaelor, look at the signatures of the ships above." "What am I looking at?" "They aren't Aethelgard ships. Those are Navia hulls. Steam-engines and salvaged iron." Aradaa’s heart sank. "It’s the humans. A 'New Republic.' They aren't trying to claim the ship... they’re trying to kill the 'Beast in the Deep.' They’re afraid of us." "Those are our people!" Kaelor shouted. "Why are they dropping fire on our heads?" A new signal pulsed on the sonar—a familiar, sharp encryption.

in her chest from drowning out the conversation. ​The atmosphere was suffocating. Every time Elara moved, the violet lattice of veins on her neck flared, casting a rhythmic, ghostly light onto the faces of the Alphas. ​“The scouts from the Mist-Runner pack have confirmed it,” Vance said, slamming a fist onto the table. “Sixteen dreadnoughts. Gold sails. The Southern Armada isn't coming to offer aid, Elara. They’re carrying enough shadow-glass cannons to level what’s left of the Citadel from five miles out.”

Drago's grin turned savage as he spotted his prey--a ship, sails furled, docked and unaware of the danger approaching. "Now we strike," he growled, his voice like gravel. "Leave no one alive." The crew roared in bloodthirsty approval, brandishing weapons and grappling hooks. Their tender boats launched, stealthily cutting through the water toward the oblivious merchant ship. Drago's laugh boomed over the thunder as the raiders swarmed aboard the helpless vessel. Steel rang out as screams pierced the night. The crew fought valiantly against Drago's ruthless band of marauders. Swords swung, daggers flashed, and bodies fell as the pirates overwhelmed the defiant defenders.

As he spoke, Charlie reminded him, "You should try to be prepared for any trouble. By then, in addition to helicopters, you will also be equipped with a few high-performance speed boats. Although the boats used by pirates are not large, they are fast and mobile. You have to also come up with some effective coping and response strategies.” Porter said solemnly, "Mr. Wade, you can rest assured. We will formulate and develop a complete mode of operation at that time, and we will then integrate the armed escorts on the merchant ships, sea bases, coastal bases, and rear bases using the best methods. A cargo ship escorted by Ten Thousand Armies would never be allowed to encounter any danger!” Char

I pointed at the two smaller ships behind the Great Carrack. Alongside the Great Carrack, I have also read about the two smaller-sized ships which served as escort ships to the royal ship. “Yes,” my mother replied. “Those are the Night Crawlers. You have heard stories of your father commanding these ships, today you shall see for yourself.” She grinned and walked down the bridge of Azalea. From where I stood, I watched my father speak to the men gathered on the shores of Azalea, something about the journey we’re about to embark. “Are you coming?” My mother called and grabbing my dress, I joined her as Randolph helped us on the Great Carrack.

Dozens of space pirates surrounding the merchant ship acted immediately, but Marlee was not weak either. Although this was a merchant ship for transporting goods, after the transformation, its offensive and defensive were not too weak. Many accidents were bound to happen during the long distance from the Jung family to the Central Sacred Continent. Therefore, they would still need some means to deal with these simple problems. After Boss the space pirate ordered his people to attack, Marlee immediately ordered in a deep voice, “Everyone, attack!” Boom boom boom! All the cannon barrels on the merchant ship fired energy cannons at the space pirates rushing over.

the corporal shouted. I watched as our three stolen ships, the Sun’s Fury, the Dawn Treader, and the Gilded Hawk, broke formation. They weren't running. They were diving into the swarm of Northern destroyers like wolves attacking a herd of bison. "They're outnumbered ten to one," I whispered, sweat stinging my eyes. "They can't win a dogfight." "They aren't trying to win," Ashren's voice echoed in my memory. "They’re buying time." "Ground assault!" Jace, the lieutenant in charge of beach defense, cut into the comms. "They’re launching drop pods! They’re coming through the shield!"

with his bloodied arm, testament to a wolf sharpshooter who had almost ended him before a cannon shot from Grey Thunder had blown him into the water. "High Marshall, reports from the ships: 6 ships sunk, 4 ships currently taking in water with the crews engaged in heavy fighting with the werewolf borders so repairs are totally out of question, 5 other ships are currently battling it out with the Werekult boats; we've been able to sink 5 of theirs so far with 2 of their ships critically damaged,