Seventeen Ships Novels & Stories

Chapter 50: The Shadow Lord's Departure The harbor stretched before him like a promise of violence made manifest, its waters black as midnight beneath the pre-dawn sky. Forty-seven warships rode at anchor in formations that spoke of military precision and unlimited resources, their hulls gleaming with magical reinforcements that could deflect cannon fire and turn aside the most sophisticated naval magic. Each vessel flew the silver shadow of House Nox, but these weren't the modest coastal patrol ships his ancestors had maintained. These were instruments of conquest, designed to carry war across oceans and challenge powers that had never faced serious external threats.

"Expedition, the call to the long voyage of a group of people whose purpose was to expand their territory. Magellan had five ships while conducting their expedition. It was named Victoria, Natividad, San Antonio, Santiago and Concepcion." Everyone turned to the source of the voice. That voice was still familiar so he frowned and lost her mood. ‘What is Howie doing here?’ "Wow, that's great. Are those ships like the Titanic?" the boy asked in amazement at Howard's answer. "No," Howard replied briefly to the child. Without saying a word he took the textbook from Zannie. The sourness on his face did not escape her eyes because of what he had done. "Here's the answer, what's hard to explain? Spo

His striking looks were even more pronounced against the backdrop of the endless ocean. Lost in thought, Shawn's attention was abruptly pulled away by a sudden uproar from inside the ship. Distant shouts pierced the air. "Fire! There's a fire!" Shawn spun around as his aide rushed to him, panic-stricken. "Mr. Stewart! Disaster! The ship's been set ablaze!" Flames spread with frightening speed, and soon three ships were engulfed, their fiery glow reminiscent of a legendary battle where ships were chained and set on fire, then creating a fiery spectacle on the water's surface.

I gazed up to the thousands of demons peering over the ledge hundreds of metres above me, and knew some of them would, in fact, break their legs. Sam grabbed my arm and led me over to the ships, now much bigger than they looked before from above. Enormous monsters, flags as big as houses and detailed wooden statues at the front of them, meaning to intimidate the enemy. These were war ships, looking cold and deadly and subtly showing off the wealth of each kingdom.

It's safe to say they were admiring both of them. The countless dozen ships of the enemies were annihilated by Shadow’s force which consisted of five ships only. The white ship was with Shadow. And each ship consisted of Shadow’s cousins and two other Wild Bunny. Shadow started to speak. “How calm.” Her voice sounded tired. Fatigue was evident in every word she spoke. Everybody became quiet after Shadow’s tone. Although she was claiming something nice, the weight and sorrow in her voice made them speechless. One of the nobles that were following her suddenly thought about something after hearing the word, ‘calm’. The words resurrected from his own mouth.

Doreon The port of the city where they had arrived, after days of walking, was full of ships departing and even offshore. Doreon looked at the surface of the open sea and all he could see were hundreds and hundreds of ships of different sizes. Some were gigantic, capable of carrying hundreds of people, others had compartments to transport animals. The sails were colorful. Some were green, like the banners of Haefest, others were gold, like the banners of Aeris, still others blue like those of Locrand and in the distance Doreon could also see some white and gray sails like Devian's sigil of arms.

Termâs could hear the cries of survivors but there was little he could do. “Doesn’t a rough sea mean a slow pace?” “Well, Saron, my men are rowing as fast as they can.” Erwaith looked out at the high foaming whitecaps that surrounded them. His white hair flew around wildly in the strong north winds. Careath was still within view but disappearing quickly. His fleet was made up of forty ships with roughly four thousand armed men. The Silver Hawk was by far the largest and was in the lead. The coast of Myrmidar was bleak and lifeless; even the usual animals were noticeably missing. Erwaith and Saron could see smoke to their northeast in the direction of Dymor.

"I also need my vessel, hidden from prying eyes, yet always ready to depart at a moment's notice." Niklaus nodded, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. "Our fleet is a formidable force, and with the Atlantis, Phoenix Wrath, and Shadow Beast guarding Earth, along with the ten smaller battleships, plus the six we already have, we've got a strong defense system in place." He paused, his expression turning thoughtful. "I'll inform Admiral Jenkins, I said. He'll be pleased to know that Earth is well protected.

And then, from the dark ocean beyond,. More warships surfaced... far too many. The War Isn't Over Damien’s dark gaze locked on the endless fleet, his jaw tightening. “We take her down... or we don’t leave.”

(Sofia Di Gianna) Me, Radian, Selie and Sofia are currently standing at the dock, admiring the lines up that made up from 3 Warship, 3 Freight Container Ships, 5 Ferries, 10 patrol boats, 15 fast speed boats and also, 5 luxury yacht, that I brought last night. Bringing these all here, actually filled my entire dimensional storage rings and also filling my radius capacity to the brim. Luckily everything were able to be done in a single trip, and at the end, I were able to witnessed my start of the dream to see Aeternum Armada starting it steps to become the biggest and largest Navies in the entire Fantasma. Naturally all 3 of the ladies were all speechless as they saw the lined up, especially