Novel & Cerita Victorious Ship

he whispers as I tear my eyes away from him and keep my head down as shame rolls off me “Alexander... Do you still think I am a Worthy Mate...?"

Sent it screaming back toward the Hierarchy ship. Their shields flared. Failed. The beam struck their hull and the massive ship exploded in light that hurt to see. Silence fell across the battlefield. The Hierarchy was gone. Destroyed by their own weapon turned against them. We had won. Impossibly incredibly we had won. Together connected we caught the weapon's beam and turned it back on the Hierarchy ship.

Defeated. ---

“I feel both bloodlines. Yours is empty, Victor. Ours has heart. That’s why we’ll win.” Victor advanced on Damien. “Heart is weakness. Watch as I take what is rightfully mine.” The ship above groaned louder, listing heavily. Explosions rippled across its hull. Elena reported urgently. “Core at critical! One more surge from Hope could take the whole vessel down—but Victor is channeling the feedback straight into himself!” Damien stood his ground as Victor closed in. “You want the bridge? Come take her from all of us.” Mia stayed close. “Together. Always.”

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.

The captain of the remaining grey ship saw Rowling’s ship dismantled and his colors no longer flying. “Host the white flag, surrender!” He yelled to his men. Gavin watched he white flag go up on the gray ship. His eyes scanned the cove, a smile on his face as he looked over and saw that they had won. A cheer rose up from the Morning Star, the Crown following suit.

Then I saw them—there was a set of about fifty ships moving in a formation on the water. They were heading toward the borders of our land. The moment the people on the ships spotted us, arrows started flying up into the sky. Vermithor dodged the arrows easily by twisting his body in the air. He was very fast. Then he went into a full attack mode. He dove low toward the water, opened his mouth wide, and sent streams of hot fire across the ships. The wood caught on fire instantly. The sails burned up in the heat. Men screamed and they jumped into the water to escape.

He staggered, pain searing through him. Luciana screamed. “Dino!” Victor reappeared at the dock’s edge, his gun still smoking. “This ends tonight.” Luciana fired wildly, forcing Victor to dive for cover. Tomiwa grabbed Dino, dragging him aboard as the ship’s ramp sealed shut. The vessel pulled away from the burning docks, leaving Victor standing amidst the wreckage, fury twisting his face. Luciana cradled Dino, pressing her hands to his wound as he winced. “Stay with me.”

Aric had manufactured the shitstorm by killing Lothaire. Emily's response was a confident "Yeah," as if she held the key to the love kingdom. Alfie was assisting a house slave named Aida, caring for Liberty. Liberty immediately perked her head up when the other woman's name was mentioned, and her eyes appeared to be concentrating hard. "Aida," she whispered, almost at a volume that not even the vampires could pick up on. Aric responded with an affirmative while tenderly stroking the apple of her cheek with the tip of his finger. "Aida."

“For Dad.” “For all of us,” I said. We boarded, grappling hooks biting the yacht’s rail. Gunfire erupted; Victor’s mercs, suppressed shots pinging off metal. Lila’s team returned fire, dropping one. Elena and I moved low, Alexander covering. The deck was slick with dew, blood already pooling. Victor stood at the helm, a pistol in one hand, the drive in the other, his face a mask of rage and triumph. “You’re persistent, I’ll give you that.”