Seventeen Ships Novels & Stories

The morning after Inquisitor Vane’s ultimatum, the Blackwater River looked like a graveyard of iron. Three massive Southern warships sat anchored in the center of the flow, their steam vents huffing rhythmic clouds of grey smoke into the pristine mountain air. They were "teeth" of a different kind—not bone and sinew, but coal and steel. ​Rhea stood on the battlements, her fingers tracing the rough stone of the manor. Beside her, Elias was a statue of suppressed fury. The grey-gold veins on his neck pulsed in time with the thrumming of the ships' engines.

“That’s not possible.” Fear slid through the ship immediately. Gabriel followed his stare. Then his expression darkened too. Far across the ocean lights were appearing through the storm. Dozens of ships. Black ships. Covered in silver moon symbols. Hunters. An entire fleet of them. And standing at the front of the largest ship was a woman wearing a silver crown.

"Smoke's clearing a bit to the west. Wait... ships. Lots of them. Ezra, confirm?" Ezra whistled low. "Holy crap. Lila's launching everything. Hybrid warships, at least thirty. Big ones with those weird glowing cannons. They're heading straight for Blackthorn waters." I strained my eyes against the glare. Sure enough, from our height the flee,t looked like a swarm of steel predators cutting through the waves far below. "She's going all in. Kenji, can you get us closer without being spotted? I need to see their formation."

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?”

Me and Jevro hop on Devaughn's back and became the escort of the 7 ships that are now floating in the air for take off. .... American Monsters department, Everyone rushed when the 7 ships arrived. Each Department's head of every counties that joined the expedition pays respect to their losses. Some are crying for losing their comrades and friends, while me and Jevro gently landed with Devaughn and immediately look for the Philippine Monsters department head. "What's going on?" Alfonso asked upon seeing us. "You guys looks calm but the Auras you imitating are cold." Jevro brushes his hair before answering. "I guess we're in trouble. The whole world is in trouble."

Then Helen and Richard left, saying that they would come to see me tomorrow. Jeffrey stood outside the door, hesitant to leave. "Audrey, we can never be together again, right?" Hearing this, Kash wanted to go up and hit him, but I stopped Kash. "Yes. "I’ve been unhappy for the past seven years. Jeffrey, how many seven years are there in one’s life?"

Nicholas said. “Jephta, check it now, and give me an accurate figure.” I growled. Jephta clacked the keys of his computer whilst I took a cup of juice. I filled myself, and I stared down, wondering what alphas vomiting water to death has to do with everything. “Seventeen in total,” Jephta said. “So, seventeen known packs to get to, and it seems the time keeps shortening.” I sighed, shaking my head gently. “Honestly, it's a lot to handle right now,” Nicholas sighed.

Chapter 46 — Blood, Wine, and Iron ~LORENZO~ The sea was on fire. And it was beautiful. Naples’ harbor — once a jewel of commerce, now a warfront carved in smoke and oil — had become a burning altar. Twenty-three vessels from Don Victor’s fleet tried to breach our shorelines. Only six made it past the outer mine field. Three reached the bay. None left alive. Cerberus Protocol had ignited flawlessly.

The second woman was almost weeping in her gratitude. “I have twenty-three ships,” he said. “Five more are permanently mapping the waters and following large rivers, so twenty-three, but only six are due back anytime soon,” he drew in and released a breath. “And there is the added problem in that Meguitte in on board of one of the ships.” He looked up. “We will come,” he told them. “And we will give what aid we can.”

At this time, Connor Clarke and the rest were also released from the car. Standing on the coastline and looking at the huge golden cruise ship as well as the eight battleships in front of them, they suddenly felt a wave of chills. That was because the battleships were only eight of the thirty scattered over the waters of Arcadia Island. They each held extremely strong combat power!