Overwatch Ships Novels & Stories

"With what army? The Iron Claw was wiped from the map." "He didn't rebuild the Iron Claw, Alpha," Mason explained, pointing his blade toward the vast, empty expanse of the Blackwater Sea on the map. "He’s using Oakhaven mercenaries. Wolves who have grown up in the mud and the blood, who know nothing but slaughter. The report says he’s building a massive fleet of longships in the eastern ports. But it's still unconfirmed. We don't know if the fleet is meant for a territorial expansion over there... or if he’s coming back for his crown."

Each ship was a replica of the vanguard's muscle: double-hulled northern pine sheeted in four-inch armor plates, powered by stabilized Abyssal cores, and armed with the pneumatically pressurized, moon-gem harpoon batteries that had shattered the Western Kings’ vanguard. Over twenty thousand Lycan sailors—a seamless integration of Frost-Tooth scouts, Bloodmoon warriors, and capital guard enforcers—stood at rigid attention along the iron decks. They had traded their forest-tracking leathers for heavy, salt-resistant oilskins. They had learned a new language of knots, pressure gauges, and steam valves.

THE HUNT BEGINS. ​Leo looked at the horizon. A fleet of UN-branded "Peacekeeper" ships, not Council, but human, was already closing in on the city. ​"We're not billionaires anymore," Leo whispered, his eyes turning a fierce, natural orange. "And we're not just Alphas. We're outlaws."

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!"

Southern wolves, who once only knew the wild, chaotic hunting grounds of the grotto, now march in lockstep with the Northern heavy guards, their black iron shields catching the pale, unforgiving light of the mid-winter sun. The automated shipyards, now humming with the quiet, persistent thrum of restored geothermal power, have become the heartbeat of our new world. The data-banks I spent hours overriding are spitting out schematics—blueprints for iron-clad hulls that can cut through the Western Coalition’s blockade.

Xiao Fang explained the function of the imperial ship to Ciao Chen. After seeing and hearing about the advantages of the imperial ship, Xiao Chen was truly amazed. It was even crazier than his own ship, so Xiao Chen was very happy to use the imperial large ship. Xiao Fang was aware of what his younger brother was planning and firmly rejected the request. This warship was not a ship for Xiao Chen to use freely. Although it was powerful, the materials needed for the ship were rare and very expensive. The empire only had ten at the half-emperor level, twenty at the king level, and a hundred at the immortal level. Xiao Fang made this ship a walking fortress for the Xiao empire if it ever explore

Third-person POV The first breach came without warning. Vorathian assault ships materialized from the void like knives drawn from shadow, sleek, obsidian hulls that drank the aurora light and gave nothing back. They struck three clan territories at once: the Vyrkath deep-sea citadels, the Kragvorn abyssal mining rings, and the Thalorian floating spires that guarded the central core axis. Not cities. Not settlements. The invaders ignored the populated domes and surface platforms entirely. Their weapons, silent, precise lances of anti-Aether plasma, targeted only the ancient node crystals buried beneath the crust.

Lewis turned to her. “Then what is it?” Victor scanned the signal again. His expression shifted to something closer to disbelief. “No way.” Emma looked at him. “What?” Victor spoke slowly. “That’s a deep-sea assault carrier.” Daniel blinked. “A what?” Sophia answered quietly. “A mobile command base.” Lewis stared at the radar. “You’re telling me they brought an entire underwater warship?” Sophia nodded. “The Covenant doesn’t send fleets.” Her voice turned cold. “They send armies.”

Behind him, the Outcast Legion—wolves who could shift mid-air into specialized combat forms—poured over the cliffs like a waterfall of fur and steel. Jace disappeared into a shadow, reappearing on the deck of the flagship. Within seconds, the black smoke from the ship's funnel turned a sickly, glowing green. The "Blighted" steam began to eat through the iron pipes, turning the dreadnought into a self-destructing cage. From my high vantage point, I watched the "impenetrable" fleet crumble. It wasn't a battle; it was an execution. But then, I felt it. A cold, sharp needle of pain in the back of my neck.

"They’re using Quantum Lidar. It tracks the displacement of the 'Ice' frequency in the atmosphere. We’re leaving a glowing trail across the ocean that they can see from orbit." The Null-Tech Blockade On the horizon, six black shapes emerged from the mist. They weren't traditional warships. They were the Vanguard’s Null-Destroyers—sleek, low-profile vessels built from a composite that absorbed all known shifter resonance. "They've deployed the Aegis-7 Dampeners," Sif said, gripping the bridge railing.