Omori/ships Novels & Stories

Every single explosion that shook the island seemed to echo that truth louder in my mind, and I tightened my hold on her because the possibility of losing my sister had always been the one terror I never knew how to conquer. “One of our men reached the eastern shore,” Elliott reported from across the room, drawing my attention away from Russiana. His face, usually painted with easy humor, had hardened into something grim and sharp. “Three OTO Melara warships anchored near the port. Gau Clan insignia confirmed. The bombardment is coming from them.” I lifted my eyes to Reign.

His friendly smile put me at ease. “So…first day at college and you are already in trouble. You must be a bad girl,” Eddie winked. “No way! I was just running late, that’s all,” I giggled nervously. “I am joking. My name is Eddie, as you heard Ms. Barns say. What’s your name?” Eddie asked me. “Marina,” I replied. “Marina, what a beautiful name. It suits you.” Eddie smirked. “Tha…thanks,” I stammered. Ugh, why did I have to be so shy about everything? Eddie didn’t seem like the kind of guy who likes a mumbling idiot.

“He used the same algorithm he taught my mother ten years ago.” “He’s sentimental.” Mavric stared at the monitor displaying Liora’s brain activity. Her brainwave patterns were stable, yet intensely active. On another screen, a world map showed a red dot moving quickly. “Found him,” Liora hissed.” “He’s not in Greenwich… he’s not even in England.” The red dot stopped at coordinates in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea. “A ship?” Mavric asked. “Not just any ship.” “It’s an Omni-Tech Mobile Data Center disguised as an oceanographic research vessel,” Liora began pulling data from the ship’s manifest.

Orion nodded once, repeating the words as he held the new general's gaze. "For the North."

"Second group — Vito, Lorenzo, Salvatore — you’ll be working the docks near Baia Sant'Angelo. They’ve been quiet for too long, and quiet never means nothing. Stay sharp." Vito’s fingers tapped against his belt, restless. He always hated waiting, but the docks required patience. I hoped he'd find some before the day was through. "Third group," I said, meeting the eyes of the last cluster. "Matteo, Davide, Giovanni — you're with me. We'll take the northern road through Monte Ferrano. Reports say there's been movement between there and Villa di Corvo. Could be shipments, could be bodies moving in and out. Either way, we’re getting answers tonight."

A high-pitched shout tore through the morose atmosphere, startling Mel, "Coast!" Mel stepped away from Harriett's embrace and watched as the Orion ship loomed nearer, almost twice the size of her father's largest ships. She stood, transfixed as she watched the decorated carvings along the hull of the ship, snaking around the ship's base to form a clan symbol she was unfamiliar with. The vessel finally docked at the harbour and Mel tightened her coat around her, warding off the cold wind that brought a renewed anxiety with the ship's arrival. A long bridge stretched out from the side and two large figures made their way down to them, garbed in luxurious fur clothing.

So something is already injected into their bodies that no one wants to see or know. Ranks are based on letters, with A being the first, followed by the next. Ameira was ranked first because her body was the most powerful, and when it comes to intelligence, she has the highest IQ among the rest. That's why she became the special subject of every experiment and was too horrible to remember her past. She doesn't want to remember any part of her past.

A warning. I grip the railing harder, heart pounding. The cargo ship looms ahead, massive and slow, vulnerable. And then—floodlights blaze from the starboard side. Another vessel emerges from the dark. Sleek, black, marked with a single insignia. The Vitale crest. I exhale, part relief, part dread. The new ship surges between the cargo and the attackers. Its guns roar, tearing into the speedboats with terrifying precision. Engines sputter, hulls splinter, screams cut through the air. Within minutes, the would-be raiders are retreating, limping into the night.

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

Kenton. A very naked Kenton. 'Mate,' my wolf yaps excitedly. 'Our mate is here! He came to find us.' "Amaris," he says, his deep voice doing funny things to my insides. I nod my head, indicating that I understand him. He smiles widely and steps forward, kneeling to pet behind her ears, "You are so incredible, Amaris," he murmurs, burrowing his face into her neck, inhaling deeply, taking her scent into his lungs. "Can you shift back?"