Ship Wars Novels & Stories

The fact that both men listened only made her more suspicious. The ship dropped hard toward Earth. Riven flew between Council carriers while weapons opened fire from every direction, each strike bending away from them when Lucien lifted one hand. White chains appeared in space, massive enough to wrap around warships, and dragged three vessels out of formation. Ashar sent fire through the links, melting weapon systems while leaving life-support grids untouched. Mae watched them fight with terrifying precision and wondered how many worlds they had destroyed before learning restraint.

I yelled to the shadow dwellers. The battle became a blur of tooth, claw, and violet sparks. The shadow dwellers fought with a ferocity born of three hundred years of waiting, leaping onto the silver needles and tearing them apart with their bare hands. I stood at the center of the storm, my arm a literal conduit of the mountain’s rage, blasting the ships out of the sky as they neared. But for every ship we destroyed, ten more took its place. We were being buried under the weight of a superior industry.

There were moon sized arks, on which most of the civilian population lived, worked, and eventually died; supply ships, which carried the raw material required to sustain the Armani; and three types of warships, including battle ships, destroyers, and fighters. The fleet had been traveling through space for more than a millennium and would continue forever. Or would it? The Facers, so named because of their desire to put an end to the journey and "face" the Shem, had become even more powerful of late, raising the possibility that things might change. Not that the Runners, who had ruled for so long, could be ignored.

The two giant warships appeared in an incomparably strange manner in the void, as though they had broken through the shackles of the void and shuttled through it. Two warships! It was like an emperor, vast and boundless, with an ancient and deep aura from top to bottom. With the help of countless four ancient symbols, there was even more majestic majesty. The other one was like a Winged Serpent dancing in the void. Its killing intent was overwhelming and invincible! Both warships were millions of meters long, like two moving ancient cities. They had locked Zephyr Khan's way in the void. The angry roar spread out with a tone of reprimand.

Baldwin said. The meeting was dismissed and all the elders went back to their quarters while Baldwin went back to the pack ancestral library, he wants to read of all scenarios that caused a war in times past. He read through almost all the books only to find out that before the great purge, most wars were caused by packs having witches and after the great purge the problem became the moon diamond, everyone wanted the diamond to be in their possession, but the blood moon pack successfully won the battles and kept the moon diamond to themselves. Baldwin came up with an idea and smiled then said;

I would argue that without the wind, the sea would have remained calm and the ships would not have crashed. In the end, it worked out that she prefers the treasures on the ships themselves, while I prefer the treasure of the ships masts or the parts of the ships that identify them. Some of my ships date back to the 1100’s and would be worth millions, if not billions of dollars, in the human world. Ishir walks to the wall where the pieces of my ships are iced in, like pictures hanging on the wall. “The White Ship?” Ishir says reverently, looking at the piece of the ship I found with the name still intact. He turns and looks at me stunned.

Holding her hand as we walked merely confirmed it. - "Oh, look!" she said, as we went down the hill toward the docks. "A fleet coming in!" Half a dozen sleek warships were gliding into harbour, with flags raised. A successful run, then. Three of the ships belonged to Inavar the Wolf. The others were independent captains, no doubt happy to sail under his banner. The return of a fleet like this was a major occasion for the city. There would be plunder to be unloaded, catalogued and appraised. An auction would follow, in a few days. There would also be business for the taverns and brothels as the sailors spent their shares.

This was…the worst, most fucked up thing that I have ever seen. Wolves are fiercely protective of their own and what they claim as theirs, so war isn’t unheard of. Though war has never been brought upon my pack in my lifetime until now, we have been allies to others who have brought us into their war. We have trained all our lives. And some of us are military vets who have been a part of conflict. In Vietnam, Afghanistan, and Iraq.

He knew Darryl would not hand Emerald Cloud City to Paya so easily. Caleb and King Astro were getting agitated, but Darryl smiled and waved his hand to comfort them. "Don't panic. I've fought Paya a few times. Why would I help him? "Chaining the warship together looks like the best way. But this method has a big flaw. If there were an accident, the warships would lose their flexibility. The warships are bound together for good and bad." Then, he took a candle from the side and lit the chained warship models. He said, "Once we attack warships with fire, the soldiers will have no place to escape and eventually be defeated."

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.