Seventeen Ships Novels & Stories

"Did you see that? They shot at our plane." Another young soldier, his body trembling, said, "This is crazy! The competition hasn't even started yet, why are we being attacked in the middle of the journey?" Upon hearing the conversation, Niall turned to Elliot, who was silent, deep in thought. “It seems we’re not the only ones experiencing this. Everyone else is too.” Kharel adjusted the position of his backpack and said, “Enough! Let’s go. We still have a long way to go.” Apparently, there were twenty-six small ships, corresponding to the number of kingdoms participating in the competition. The ship with the words Kingdom of Ans De Lou was located in the middle.

Their formation loosened from mechanical perfection to something that could only be described as organic. They were not mirror copies anymore. They were individuals. "Fifteen more ships breaking formation," Aaliyah reported. "Twenty-three. Forty-one. Boss, it is cascading. The baby's calibrated notes are propagating through the fleet's communication network. Every ship that harmonizes becomes a relay, transmitting the invitation to adjacent vessels." "How many?" "One hundred and twelve. Two hundred and thirty. Three hundred and --" Aaliyah stopped. "All of them. All nine hundred and thirty-seven ships are harmonizing with the choir."

with his bloodied arm, testament to a wolf sharpshooter who had almost ended him before a cannon shot from Grey Thunder had blown him into the water. "High Marshall, reports from the ships: 6 ships sunk, 4 ships currently taking in water with the crews engaged in heavy fighting with the werewolf borders so repairs are totally out of question, 5 other ships are currently battling it out with the Werekult boats; we've been able to sink 5 of theirs so far with 2 of their ships critically damaged,

Mentally rolling my eyes, I nudged Aemun back but he wouldn't budge. "They should be ready by next week. Each ship can hold 150 army men. The ships for you are almost done as well." His voice made me freeze. I looked just in time to see Adrian walking in with Micah. I quickly averted my gaze and focused on the builder in front of me. With a kind smile, I waited for his bowing to stop and for him to lead us away from here. Luzo stood next to me and obscured my view of the two kings. But my nerves kicked in by 100.

I shouted into the glare, I had spotted up to five tiny ships coming towards us with immense speed. They all had black flags on them, designed with human skull as a warning. “Pirates, oh silly human pirates messing around.” “Oh how very great,” Tasha muttered to herself, she threw her orange peels into the water. “Just as I was about to get comfortable and have a good nap.”

" I need to work on my matchmaking skills. Once we've all finished our drinks, we head up to the central bay. I stop as we enter this place is enormous. I've never been inside a building like this, I gasp. "fuck this place is massive." Max laughs, "Yeah, there are twelve ships in here, each ship has its own space pods inside, the pods hold two people, but you only need one to control it." Brandon walks on ahead, "come on, ladies; let's show you around our ship." "Our ship," I reply, " yeah, you two are now officially part of elite four," he says. "What’s elite four " max laughs as he says, " we're just ship number four." " Oh," I reply.

“Never,’ I spat with disdain, filled with outrage. My wolf just ignored me and was just excited and singing happily, not caring if I was cheerful about it or not. She knows how I hate fated mates. “Thinking of refusing about the seven of us, shit, you can’t and it will take me nothing to suck the life out of you and leave you for dead.’ The seven of them? How ridiculous! What? “Oh, you haven’t perceived the other’s scent here,’ I looked around. There were only six. Well, their pheromones say there are seven of them. Where is the remaining one? I don’t give a damn. Seven mates. This was too much, not one mate, but seven. What am I, a robot or some sort of sex machine to them?

When Jaymes Watten spotted the speedboat with Horatio and the others in it, there was a flash of disdain in his eyes. He felt that the Warriors from Dramon were overly confident. How could three of them challenge the entire aircraft carrier fleet? However, before he could even laugh, over 100 military ships from Dramon emerged from the seas. Jaymes was stunned. The glass of wine in his hand actually fell to the floor. "Ms. Alice, d-din't you say that we were only going against a traditional medicine doctor from Dramon?"

Xu Xiaofei patted Li Xian on the shoulder happily. “Ehm… Going back to the beginning, can I request two ships at once?” Zhou Fu asked turning the conversation around. "Certainly! Of course you can, the troops from Bingdao brought a lot of warships. Let alone two, three or four I will give!" Xu Xiaofei joked proudly. “But I need two ships from different countries. One is a Shamo ship, and the second is a ship from Bingdao country,” said Zhou Fu as he closed his Zuchun hole after being peeked by Xu Xiaofei and Li Xian.

Turning back to face James, I continued, "But we didn't, because those ships are much smaller. But that means they need to be restocked and refueled somewhere much closer to us." James responded, "Even if that's the case, there's no value in confronting him. We still need to work with him." "True. Especially since Romero could just say those are his own ships." Most importantly, we didn't want to alert him to the fact that we were on to him. "How many vessels are there?" I asked Samuel. "We saw four, but we estimated two more to be on patrol." James and I exchanged a look– six ships. Someone higher in rank had to be around to oversee their operation.