Naruto Ships Novels & Stories

Chapter 50: The Shadow Lord's Departure The harbor stretched before him like a promise of violence made manifest, its waters black as midnight beneath the pre-dawn sky. Forty-seven warships rode at anchor in formations that spoke of military precision and unlimited resources, their hulls gleaming with magical reinforcements that could deflect cannon fire and turn aside the most sophisticated naval magic. Each vessel flew the silver shadow of House Nox, but these weren't the modest coastal patrol ships his ancestors had maintained. These were instruments of conquest, designed to carry war across oceans and challenge powers that had never faced serious external threats.

They tried their best to sleep peacefully but considering the news they had just heard it was impossible for them(with the exception of Shiro and Yamato who were already used to sleeping through precarious situations. The night went by, the morning came and it was time to go. The task had been completed and school was returning to session. Naomi was the first to take her leave after properly introducing herself to everyone. No one wanted to experience Orie's teleportation again so Nega brought them to shipping harbour. "But aren't ships slow?" Shiro asked and Nega just smiled and replied "not this one" as he pointed to one of the ships. "It looks like every other ship" Yamato pointed out

Jack steered the pod past, picking up speed as he went. A huge ship appeared in front of them. Darts came and went. Jack pushed by, dipping underneath away from their turrets. More large ships appeared and finally one of theirs. The little pods looked like grapes on the side of the ship. The ship sent missiles out. Jack pushed the pod faster. He wasn't about to get caught in an explosion.

He indicated a sleek, fast courier ship. "The Silver Dart. Lightly armored, but fast. If we can reach it—" A shadow fell over us. It wasn't a cloud. It was too solid. Too geometric. The wind picked up. It whipped the trees into a frenzy. The sound of heavy thrusters drowned out the confused murmurs of the civilians behind us. I looked up. Descending from the upper atmosphere, blocking the sun, was a warship. It wasn't a drop-ship. It was a Dreadnought. Its hull was painted silver and blue. It bristled with kinetic cannons and gravity-dampening arrays.

It was so noisy, and it sounded like there were a few ships approaching them. Mya was shocked and instantly jumped out of bed. She saw Adrian and Lincoln standing quietly on the deck while more than twenty ships surrounded NS Trinaga from all directions in a three-thousand-foot ring. These ships had Black Nergal’s flags on them. “They’re here at last,” Mya said upon witnessing the scene before her. This was the situation that she had feared. Yet, what was the point of being worried? It was upon them at last. She looked toward Adrian and asked, “What should we do?”

After all of his crew had disembarked, Zhou Fu immediately aimed the black hole in his hand towards the warship mothership. Instantly, the huge ship disappeared from view as if it had been sucked into another part of the world. The youth troops led by Chen Long looked astonished by what Zhou Fu was doing. However, they did not immediately protest even though their heads were filled with a thousand question marks. Whosss…… A few seconds after Zhou Fu had eliminated the warships, appeared in front of everyone a medium ship with a slightly extravagant design called the Guichuan Ship. "Well, get on all of you to my ship! In this way, we will slightly obscure our movements!” Zhou Fu ordered the t

There's no going back. Furious and protective, yet blazing with finality, Damien looked directly into my eyes. "We finish this... together." Coming Near the Castle An enormous, fortress-like command ship, half battleship, half floating military base, rose out of the swirling turmoil of the storm as Natalia's mobile fortress. Under the flashing lightning, her armored hull shone brightly, and its tall command tower rose like a knife piercing the sky. Like predators circling their prey, combat drones patrolled the enormous top deck, while heavy artillery platforms monitored the storm-tossed water with deadly accuracy.

She was also the right A****n for the job. The Golden Mare had finally gotten in touch with Katrina. Together with Buffy, they wrangled a forty woman combat team of SD plus fighters from Houses Ishara and Durga (from Indonesia) together to send as aid to the ninja. It sounded like a tear-drop in the ocean. Katrina insisted it wasn't. The ninja wanted to keep their war as secret as possible.

Somito’s voice was filled with a sudden, eerie relief. "They're not following because they know what's coming," Nomo realized, his eyes widening as he looked at the radar. A massive, purple blip had appeared directly above them, descending from the highest strata of the atmosphere. It wasn't a Flyer. It was a "Void-Cruiser," a heavy-class warship of the Royal Navy. It looked like a floating cathedral of bone and iron, its underside glowing with the ominous light of a dozen massive cannons. "Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me," Somito whispered.

The player went into contemplation for a few moments before he responded, "And what of the blueprints that you gave him. Even if they were low leveled, I doubt the sect has that many architectural blueprints. You must have given him something else to make up for it, right?" Shiroa hesitated for a moment before she spoke, "That is correct, sir. We don't have that many architectural blueprints to spare, so I also gave him a few ship blueprints as well. I included the submarine blueprint into the mix since the sect doesn't have an apprentice shipwright, much less a master shipwright. I decided to use it to make up for the rest that we couldn't spare."