Warrior Cats Ships 소설 & 이야기

"Kailangang matunaw ang biopolymer ng hayop na 'yan!" ​Habang nakikipaglaban sina Xander at Valerie sa loob, si Skye ay nasa labas, nakasakay sa Black Phoenix. "Liam! May limang Cruiser-Class ships na papasok sa atmosphere! Magsisimula na silang mag-deploy ng Orbital Bombardment sa Makati at Quezon City!" ​"Hold them off, Skye! Kahit sandali lang!" iyak ni Liam habang ang kanyang mga daliri ay dugu-duan na sa pagpilit na buksan ang main server.

Victor's hand lifted from the desk to rest on his thigh as he sat on the edge. "I would like an answer, Lieutenant… or did a cat catch your tongue?" "I have a firm opinion of you… Sir." Victor blinked slowly, as if Knox had spoken nonsense. He was vague on purpose — hell would have to freeze over before he told the man what he really thought. Victor stepped closer, slowly decreasing the distance between them. The ship swayed beneath their feet, a huge contrast to Knox’s entire existence revolting like a tsunami in his stomach. It took everything in him not to step back from the towering silhouette of the man.

The fall of the Winter Moon pack angered Agnar and that's when he began making moves to take the throne. He now was Alpha to the largest known pack. He began taking in warriors from the packs that did not have Alpha’s any longer. He ensured they pledged loyalty and if there was the slightest bit of questioning it he killed them. There was no room in this world for weakness and uncertainty. He wandered over the river bank, he had always found water relaxing and calming. He found himself staring down into watching the rapid current make small waves over the river rocks. Soon hopefully all this will be over. Alpha Derek was the only real threat these days. He had sent scouts to see if it was D

The following weeks brought a different kind of preparation than anything Bloodmoon had previously required. Not warriors readying for confrontation on familiar ground, but the considerably more foreign work of building genuine capability for something none of them had ever attempted. The war table, once covered in maps of mountain passes and pack territories, now displayed unfamiliar coastlines and open water routes. "We need ships," Aldric said, spreading maps of the eastern coastline across the table. "Proper vessels, capable of open water travel."

Midnight over Gloomwater Bay At precisely midnight, the sky above Gloomwater Bay was a churning cauldron of black clouds and violent coastal gales. Three royal stealth gunships hovered silently three thousand feet above the dark, churning ocean. Below them, stretching across the midnight-black water, lay the massive ironclad armada of the Dusk-Sea Protectorate. Eighty towering warships, constructed from dark steel and reinforced with the jagged, glowing bones of abyssal leviathans, cut through the white-capped waves like floating mountain ranges. Inside the belly of the lead gunship, red tactical lights washed over twenty elite Obsidian Ridge shock-troopers as they double-checked their shado

"I saved them so they could be their own." But as the first rays of the morning sun began to cut through the black clouds of Aethelgard, a new sound began to echo from the harbor. It wasn't the sound of rebels. It was the sound of heavy, rhythmic marching. I looked toward the water. Six massive warships, bearing the seal of the "Global Hegemony," were breaking through the fog. The Council of Aethelgard might have fallen, but the masters they served—the ones who really ran the world—had just arrived to collect their property.

TAWNY 4 MONTHS EARLIER For weeks we trained the Cambiador warriors. Taking a page out of MacTire’s book and splitting the warriors into five groups. Alpha, Beta, and Delta platoons. The other two platoons were named Gamma divisions. They were the warriors that would stay behind and protect the Kingdom’s capital. Then there were the new recruits, the younger werecats - the Zeta team. It was their job to act as enforcers in emergencies until they came of age or moved up to the gamma divisions.

Shifting is a nasty business, not to forget the pain. Being around family helps ease the pain just a little. Class 3 will be a choice going forward. Class 3 is for those wanting to continue becoming pack warriors or part of the Elite teams. Class four, which I belong to, is for those that want to specialize either in being Elite or Alpha/Luna Guards, and your training is determined based on your skill set levels. You can call Elite Warriors the Special Ops or Tactical team; only a few details of their training are; only Gamma Theo and his 2nd will know since they oversee those training sessions. Lastly, we have the Alpha/Luna Guards, which is self-explanatory but doesn't help. They specializ

~Hunter’s Point of View~ I was enjoying my nice, quiet day off soaking in my huge tub. It had been a long week and my brothers and I rotated being on active duty and on call. I was aching for my week off. They were few and far between anymore since it seemed like everyday someone else was being a menace, being difficult. My brothers and I were Shadow Warriors, a coalition of various supernatural beings that keep the peace between each other and between our own kind. It’s a damn hard job, but someone has to do it.

Shikhar is the head of the warriors and army and Adharva respected and loved him like his own brothers. "Your highness, this war will be destructive. If this goes on, both Kingdoms will destroy their own economies and will fall prey to the other Kings waiting for a sign of weakness," said Shikhar. Adharva was silent. "I have seen the warrior Eloy in battle now and as the head of the army, I can assure you that at the end of the war, only the warriors and the Emperors will remain," said Shikhar. Rishi was at the door. Shikhar looked down at the ground then. Adharva snorted inside at the by play. He had been seeing it since he was ten.