Ship Wars Novels & Stories

On both sides of the warships, cannons were set up and aimed at Yang Xiao. The deck of the warship was full of people. They held modern weapons in their hands and were ready to fire at any time. At the height of the warship, more than ten snipers with Barretts aimed at Yang Xiao's head. As long as Yang Xiao made any move, they would fire directly and blast through Yang Xiao's and Gong Ling'er's heads. At this time, Gong Ling'er looked extremely embarrassed. "The identities of these people are not simple." The warships were the most important strategic machines in the country. One of them was enough to shock the world, and now there were eight of them.

The war had suddenly become much bigger. Avelyn looked at Cassian. “She just changed the balance of power.” Cassian nodded slowly. “Yes.” Far across the ocean, Elena Varga had just made one of the boldest moves in the war. And the battle for global shipping was only getting more dangerous.

I fisted my hand and jabbed my elbow back with a gloating face in celebration when he took down another fighter jet. All the werelion warships near the islands were already destroyed with little chance of any survivals. The werelions had their ships forming three circular rings. It was the last ring of ships that were further in the ocean that were left to be taken out. They released surface-to-air missiles to target our fighter jets. We were winning. Although it would have been nice to be home instead of being a mute backseater. My anxiety level was too high.

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.

The black horizon of the Pacific didn’t just rumble; it bled. Through the dense, wet curtains of the harbor fog, the silhouette of *The Leviathan* materialized like a prehistoric leviathan cut from matte-black steel. The naval destroyer sat three miles out, a ghost ship commissioned by the absolute peak of corporate desperation, its heavy forward cannons slowly rotating toward the coordinates of the free port of Blackridge. They weren't here to negotiate an asset recovery. They were here to execute a scorched-earth liquidation.

Rhina abruptly interrupted. “At the harbor? Hmm, that’s strange, I thought it was abandoned!” Ishida replied. What she saw was a formidable fleet of warships anchored at the previously abandoned port. They were battleships— humongous floating fortresses with dozens of guns pointed towards the sky. Then, without any warning, the battleships’ anti-aircraft guns opened fire. They seemed to be aiming for the tiny red biplane in the sky. Pom-pom-pom-pom-pom!

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?"

He snatched a heavy silver broadsword from a fallen guard, spinning in a lethal circle and clearing the main deck in three swift strikes. I focused my mind, drawing a wave of golden-purple fire into my hands and slamming it into the ship's main steering wheel. The wheel shattered into burning splinters, sending the giant warship veering directly into the path of the second imperial galley! CRASH! The two massive iron ships collided in mid-air with a terrifying crunch of wood and metal. Imperial guards screamed as fire spread rapidly across both decks. "Get to the escape skiff!" Kaelen ordered, pointing to a small wooden boat strapped to the side of the burning hull.

"How long until we can jump to lightspeed?" "We need to clear Earth's gravity well first. Twenty minutes." "We will not last twenty minutes!" Human warships opened fire. Railgun rounds. Energy weapons. Missiles. New Dawn's shields held. Barely. "Return fire!" someone shouted. "No!" Nova commanded. "We are not murderers! Evasive action only!" The ship twisted. Dove. Dodged. But it was too big. Too slow. Built for transport, not combat. Another hit. Shields at fifty percent.

His eyes darted to the window, looking down at the magnificent, dark shapes of his sixty warships resting in the bay. "Forty years," Marrow rasped, his voice trembling with a sudden, violent rage that made the silver medals on his chest shake. "Forty years I have bled on those decks. My eldest son died in the western gulf fighting privateers for the crown. I gave Silvercrest its trade routes, I gave them their maritime dominance, and he sells my grandfather’s shipyards to foreign money-lenders like scrap timber." He slammed his fist onto the oak desk with a force that rattled the brass navigational instruments.