Odysseus Boat Novels & Stories

Lucien screamed as he tumbled into the passenger seat just as a massive boulder smashed through the wooden platform we had been standing on a few seconds ago. I slammed the levers forward and the boat launched through the narrow cave mouth into the freezing darkness of the Mediterranean, and behind us the great fortress of San Marco finally slid into the sea with a terrible sound of tearing iron and exploding fuel tanks that lit up the entire horizon with a dull red glow.

"A wooden boat against Aether-steel? Let them come. They'll shatter against the shields." On the trawler, the world was screaming. Wind howled. Rain lashed the deck sideways. Vane lashed the wheel in place. "Collision course set! We hit amidships in thirty seconds!" "Get to the bow!" Tristan yelled. They gathered at the front of the boat. Tristan, Saoirse, Vane, and Zephyr. "Shields are up," Zephyr shouted, wiping rain from her eyes. "If we hit that blue field, we vaporize!"

"Show me." The captain bowed and started walking fast ahead. We didn't have to go too far because he pointed at a large residential apartment complex partially on fire and I saw the giant letters spray painted in red. "Death to the Moon Goddess vessel." I read the large text.

He pressed his lips tightly together and said nothing. Eventually, I broke the silence. "You came all the way here to find me. Was there something you wanted to say?" However, before Michael could speak, I cut him off, "I know you’re busy planning a wedding, but as far as I remember, we haven't filed our divorce yet. Maybe we should finalize it as soon as possible." Just as I expected, he opened his mouth but couldn’t get a word out. This time, he stayed quiet for a long moment. When he finally spoke again, it was to apologize, "I'm sorry about what happened on the yacht and pushing you into the sea."

He gives a quick nod of approval. “There’s a boat trailing us,” he tells me. He has sharp, bright eyes and is thick with muscle. I search my memory for his name. They all have these hard, tight names that sound like punches to the jaw. Dax, I think he told me. That’s right, Dax. “Might be a fishing vessel, poachers-or even pirates. We hailed them, and they didn’t respond."

Haisley's hand was now in his grip, and he roughly dragged her onto the boat, pressing her shoulders so that Haisley sat calmly before he released his grip and started the engine that took Haisley into the dark sea. "Where are we going?" Haisley asked, gathering her courage. The man didn't answer her at all. Until, for who knows how long, the small, powerful motorboat stopped and floated in the middle of the ocean. Not far from them, a large cabin cruiser boat could be seen approaching. The boat turned around so Haisley could see its back. The man who brought her pulled her arm to make her stand again and silently dragged her to the end of the boat.

Professor Xander ordered. "You can call us by our names or nicknames. It's a mouthful using Lady when giving orders. Also, someone else should help Sussie return fire. I think I know a way to make this boat move even with a torn sail so hold on tight everyone and Wyl, please drive the boat." I said and I went to the back of the boat and released a small whirlwind as near as I could in the water and that will hopefully act as a propeller. The boat started moving slowly so I started increasing the strength of the whirlwind. Professor Xander and the others were still returning fire and defending the boat while Wyl stirred the boat to the right direction.

The massive, city-sized flagship floating in the center of the armada just… sat there, its dark iron hull rising and falling with the ocean swells, like it was breathing. “Why arent they firing?” Liam asked, stepping up beside me, his crossbow lowered but his whole body still locked up tight. “They have us completely outgunned. They could level the cliffs in ten minutes.” “Look,” i said, and pointed toward the water. Lowering from the side of the colossal flagship was a single black-wood longboat. It hit the water with a heavy splash. Six massive Lycan warriors manned the oars, rowing in perfect, mechanical unison toward our shores. But it was the flag mounted to the front of the small boat

he said as he walked away. It took almost a half day before Odin reached the shore of the Alabama border. He sat behind the tree and rested for a while. He was tired and regretted that he did not ride a horse. "I should have used a horse going here so I could save my energy. Now, I have no other choice but to use a boat and paddle on my own to get to Elshor island." Arya, one of the Amazonians spotted him. "Son of a bitch, how many times do I need to warn these f*cking idiots that they are not allowed to be in this place!"

It was morning—another day to decide if it was worth running or if their escape had been successful. Somehow, they noticed that their boat had stopped moving. In front of them was a scanty yet beautiful view that left their jaws hanging slack in the air. Freya tugged at Oroson’s arms, reaching for him to help her get off the boat. “What’s this place?” Her eyes fed on the sight that kept luring her in. “It’s so pretty, yet… scanty.” She stretched her hands out, but he grabbed her waist instead, pulling her completely out of the boat to the sandy floor.