Victorious Ship Novels & Stories

I wasn't ready for a war like this, but I remembered my mandatory year in the military, and where six was. "Got it!" My reply was breathless as I ducked, another volley of gunfire singing overhead. Our advance was relentless, unstoppable, as we claimed the ship inch by bloody inch. The ship's crew faltered, stumbling under the onslaught, their screams were silenced. "Clear!" The word rang out, a victory I wanted hard to celebrate. My chest heaved, sweat and blood mingling on my skin. I started to look around and try to make sense of the place we were standing at. Vincent pushed me to the hall.

halting their philanthropic partnership, citing the "distracting and hurting public controversy." The allies were jumping ship. The rats were jumping into the fire from the ship, and each of them took a further portion of the hull with them. The fortress Joe had built, and which Davidson had believed was steel and stone, was turning out to be a house of cards, and Victor had found himself exactly the right wind.

Before I could hit her again the Queen turned into a puddle of ink, which went into the deck and disappeared into the sea. The Southern fleet seeing their Queen gone and their eclipse broken started to run. Helios and the Sea-Singer chased the remaining skiffs into the distance leaving The Widow’s Wail alone in the sea. I stood on the deck of the enemy ship my Aetheric armor gone my body feeling like it had been hit by a rock. Malachi landed beside me breathing hard. He caught me as I stumbled his arms the thing keeping me from falling. "We won " he whispered, his forehead against mine.

"You had a home. You had us." "I... I have a debt," Gideon gasped, staring up at me with terror in his eyes. "Then pay it," I said. Before I could tear his throat out, the bridge doors were blown off their hinges. Vanguard troopers flooded the room, their rifles glowing with lethal intent. "Target secured!" the lead trooper shouted. Gideon rolled away, grabbing his carbine and firing at the ceiling, causing the ship to tip violently. "Take them! Just take them and go!"

Just death, cloaked in wind and fury. I watched from the top floor of one of Nero’s old fortresses. He had a lot of illegally acquired fortresses. Black gloves on. Wine glass untouched. Eyes cold. Matteo stood beside me, scanning the intel feeds. “Victor’s flagship never surfaced,” he muttered. “It’s not among the twenty-three.” I turned to him, slowly. “Then where the fuck is it?” He swallowed hard. Silence. “I want a full trace. Satellites. Deep-sea probes. Whatever you have to do. Find me that ship before it finds me.”

"I am the rightful alpha, and I will take back what's mine." Victor snarled, his lips curling back from his teeth. "We'll see about that," he said, and with a nod, his loyal followers attacked. with both sides fighting for dominance. But we had the upper hand, with our pack's unity and strength giving us the edge we needed. Slowly but surely, we pushed Victor's followers back, until finally, we stood victorious. Victor snarled and snapped, his eyes flashing with anger and defeat. "You may have won this battle," he said, "but I'll be back, and next time, you won't be so lucky."

The black-iron hulls of the fleet began to glow a cherry-red, their internal guidance systems frying under the sheer, absolute reality of the Sovereign frequency. ‎ ‎"Victor," I commanded, without looking back. "Take their networks." ‎ ‎"With pleasure, my Emperor," Victor murmured, his fingers instantly striking his terminal. ‎ ‎With the fleet's defensive shields completely melted by my light, Victor’s newly enhanced Sterling algorithms tore through their firewalls like a knife through paper. In less than three seconds, the navigation lights of all twelve battleships turned from a hostile red to a loyal, brilliant violet. ‎ ‎"The fleet is yours, Julian," Victor said, stepping up behind me, h

Victoria's crew scrambled into defensive positions. Perfect chaos. "Go," I ordered. Our team scaled the port side while the Coast Guard boarded the starboard. Suppressed weapons, night vision, silent entry. We breached into lower decks. And walked directly into an ambush. Lights blazed on. Victoria's security surrounded us, weapons raised. Victoria appeared on a screen mounted to the wall. "Blake Thompson. Right on schedule. Thank you for bringing your entire team into my ship where I can capture you all simultaneously. Margaret Volkov sends her regards, she sold

That day had changed everything. I exhaled slowly, forcing myself back to the present. This was not about the past anymore. This was about Alice. And the child she carried. Victor wanted war. He was going to get it. The ship sped forward relentlessly, slicing through the sea toward Country B. Toward the coastal land. Toward the man who thought he could touch what was mine and live to tell the tale. I stared ahead, my reflection faintly visible in the glass. He was going to learn why they called me Vincent Markston.