Ship Wars Novelas e Histórias

War was his name and he felt the surge of the power from the name flow through him as he stalked over to Trent. "Don't talk to her!" War barked, using his free hand to grab him by the shirt before flinging him into the wall. Gods, he was furious. How dare he? Use that language in front of his mate...not only the demean War, but to demean her! Trent groaned as he slid down onto the ground, crimson blood dripping freely down his mouth and shirt. War broked his nose, most likely. "Oh fuck you and your dramatics," he spat, the blood sipping into his mouth splattering onto his shirt below as he hurled insults and curse War's way. Ignoring him, he stepped over his legs and grabbed a terrified Pome

The River Warships covered the void, and their huge hulls were like prehistoric behemoths as the bows of the ships shot out light columns. The dazzling light beams tore through the void like lightning and struck down to the ground. In the thunderous and earth-shattering sounds, the terrible energy fluctuations were scattered as the giant smoky light columns on the ground rose into the air.

Valen growled, his golden eyes burning with lethal, absolute authority. Together, we turned our eyes toward the three massive celestial warships hovering above us. "ALPHA FIRE: SUN SHATTER!" we shouted in unison, thrusting our joined power straight into the lead warship! BOOM! A beam of holy white-gold fire pierced the sky, blowing the lead warship’s engine core into a brilliant, fiery supernova that lit up the entire ocean! The remaining two warships immediately backed away, their red lights flashing in frantic alarm. Suddenly, a giant, golden tear in the fabric of space opened directly above the clouds.

Christine then wrote to the elves to buy a three-masted warship. It didn't take long for the elves to reply that the warship was for sale, but the price would have to be raised by 30%. Christian immediately agreed. Warships in the mainland navy are divided by tonnage into single-masted destroyers, which can carry up to 50 people for coastal defense and smuggling inspections. Double-masted light cruisers, which can carry 100 people, are the main warships of various countries' navies. Triple-masted heavy cruisers, which can carry 150 people, are generally the flagships of small nations' navies. A four-masted battlecruiser can carry 300 people and is equipped with ten large bed guns for long-ra

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.

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,

“I know you’re her mate, but you want to take her back to Snow Creek so soon?” Jaedon nodded. “I fear a war is starting.” My mother looked down at her hands, where she was turning her wedding ring on her finger. “You’re right.” I was confused. Mother continued. “When your father and I married, there were many threats made to us. However, Alpha of Snow Creek and Alphas of many other packs were our allies or just indifferent. This was the first marriage they had seen of an Alpha and an original. No one was as upset as they are now. When we married, there weren’t too many daughters of Alphas that your father could choose and I was his destined mate for a reason. People were angry, but it was wh

Lucien Arden took the throne. He crowned Rosalind Hartwell empress. And Evelyn Hartwell—the principal wife who had fought at his side all the way from embattled prince to emperor—was given only the rank of Imperial Consort. The day the decree came down, Silverleaf Palace was completely silent. Every servant kept their head lowered and hardly dared to breathe, afraid that Evelyn would weep, or throw things, or come apart the way any consort does when the emperor's favor leaves her. Evelyn simply accepted the decree, calmly. “I thank His Majesty for his generosity.” There was no movement in her voice and nothing in her face. Even her beautiful eyes held not the slightest trace of grief.

A warning. I grip the railing harder, heart pounding. The cargo ship looms ahead, massive and slow, vulnerable. And then—floodlights blaze from the starboard side. Another vessel emerges from the dark. Sleek, black, marked with a single insignia. The Vitale crest. I exhale, part relief, part dread. The new ship surges between the cargo and the attackers. Its guns roar, tearing into the speedboats with terrifying precision. Engines sputter, hulls splinter, screams cut through the air. Within minutes, the would-be raiders are retreating, limping into the night.

I had to stay put! If anyone was in the post to reject a mate—I was worthy of that post. This was the first in History, that a soon-to-be Alpha was rejected by his mate. Males were never rejected. The pain was more like a seizure, after a few hours of standing in the same spot, the pain disappeared like it never existed. I had no idea when I would experience the next phase, it seems each phase was tougher than the latter. I heaved a sigh of relief, I had to be stronger.