Odysseus Ship Novels & Stories

It was Myllyof’s plan to depart in Beltizar and take the road again by foot. Their means of transport up the broad Mondo was an unblemished ship that went by the name of Silver Hawk. It had two main masts holding two sails apiece, plus a third mast used only if needed. The ship was also equipped with fifty oars below the main deck. Three men manned each oar. Many of the oarsmen were prisoners or pirates captured along the river route. The boat was lined with one hundred shields per side, to be used in battle if needed. There were twenty large crossbows and hundreds of long bows located on both sides. There was another weapon known as the ‘fire breather’. It was for shooting a long stream of

But suddenly my body was pulled back, my chin crashing on a seat. Spitting blood, I spun to see Melisande behind me, fingers fastened on my belt. “Silence your tongue, Freyja and Hiln’s daughter, or I shall cut it out of your mouth. Back off, Melisande! Tristan hissed, reaching for me, only to draw up short when Theodora pointed an arrow at his face. My gaze skipped about the ship, which comprised no warriors who were not offspring of the gods.

Finally, Elise said, “If Orion’s still floating, we need eyes on it. Otherwise, every move we make is blind.” Sophia nodded. “We find it. Carefully.” --- Camilo’s Pacific contacts located a fishing vessel willing to scout the coordinates. Two days later, grainy footage arrived: a massive ship, painted white, drifting as if abandoned. No lights. No visible crew.

October 2, 1345. Lomnag road, The city of Dromnerty, The Harbour town of Myknos. Lady Odeya Katarina Black Odeya studied the men, hauling cargo off a ship, through the brim of her fisherman's hat, noting the guards that dotted the wharf. The place was alight with activity even though it was nearly nightfall, warning her that she shouldn't proceed with her plans for that night.

The Concordia, Twelve Hundred Years Before The bow of the ship was carved into the shape of a ferocious bare-breasted woman, her sharply pointed vampire teeth displayed by a savage snarl and her twisting hair blowing out around her in exquisite detail. “She is beautiful,” Sigrid exclaimed in awe looking up as their rowboat skirted the boat. “I did not see her… Or was it another ship?” She looked at the other ships anchored in the bay around them. Like ant-trails across the water, the rowboats transporting passengers and supplies wove through the waves to the other vessels.

Jidana, Kariya and Ophilius packed themselves into Ophilius’s sky ship. Ophilius had to use to metal poles as crutches as he struggled to enter the ship. Jidana and Kariya helped him into the ship and they were ready to set sail and on their way to the Petragram mansion. Ophilius’ s ship was big and red with two large masts each carrying 10 flags. There are two compartments on the sides that house cannons and a compartment inside the ship to store weapons. The ship is powered by wind Furiyu and the wind of the sky.

The “fire” that killed Alicia’s grandfather wasn’t in any official file. It took Zara 36 hours to find it. “Private maritime registry,” she said over video call at 3 a.m. Geneva time. Her face was pale from lack of sleep and blue light. “Kessler Shipping and Dickson Shipping dissolved their partnership in December 1994. Two weeks later, the _Maris Stella_ went down off the coast of Norway. Your grandfather was on board.” Alicia sat up in bed. Alex was already awake, watching her face.

No legal registry numbers caught the light. "The Nereid," Aisha muttered, her voice dropping back into that low, dominant contralto as she expertly brought the zodiac alongside the towering steel wall. "Julian's primary deep-water transport. This ship doesn't exist on any corporate ledger. It hasn't docked in a civilian port in five years." A heavy cargo net was thrown over the side, hitting the rubber tube of the zodiac with a wet thud. "Up, Elara!" Aisha commanded, grabbing the back of my life vest with a terrifying, effortless strength and hoisting me toward the ropes. "The clock is down to forty-five hours, and the Atlantic transport leaves from Nova Scotia by sunrise. Move!"

"Good. Let's go on board." They climbed the ramp. The ship was big inside. It had a control room with buttons, a deck with rails, and rooms for sleep below. As they walked, more Moonclaw men died behind them. Quiet kills. Their bodies were thrown into the water. Darius's men were fast. Like shadows. The ship pulled away from the dock. Waves splashed. The engine roared. The dock got small. Lisa stood on deck. The wind was cold. She hugged herself, scared so much her teeth chattered.

The muddy lakeshore offered no shelter. Rain hammered Pera’s naked skin as she stood beside Marcus, Lena sheltered between them. The lifeboat rocked abandoned behind them. In the distance, Darius’s cargo ship listed and sank slowly into the black water. Marcus’s shoulder bled from the sniper graze, but his rifle remained steady. Pera gripped her pistol with both hands, heart pounding, Marcus’s thick cum still slowly leaking down her inner thighs from their desperate fuck on the sinking ship.