Warriors Ships Novels & Stories

“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

The Alpha replied after a long pause of silent thinking. “I’ll disband the warriors and let you rest enough for two more days and after that, we will continue our discussion” with these words, Alpha Calhoun closed the door and left. “I need to handle this impertinent man before he goes out of control” the Alpha said within him before leaving completely.

Huge crimson warships, like huge sea beasts jumping out of the water, descended from the void on the mountain gate of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. These giant warships were as majestic as mountains and cast shadows on the ground. "They are Rive Warships of the River Palace!" Seeing these warships, someone exclaimed. River Warships was a kind of war monster used for long-distance expeditions. It was a combination of the high-level refined weapons and the inscription formation. It was a war machine with terrible fighting power and the ability to carry people and things. Such a strategic weapon would only appear in the holy wars previously. In peaceful times, very few super sects would use s

She is giving instructions to the new Warrior Chief she appointed, and Mathew notices their trainings are a bit more intense than usual, as though the Alpha is expecting to be involved in a battle with another pack or something. Marcus, Mathew notices, has joined the warriors as well. Great for him. After the humiliation he has gone through of having the highest position in the pack taken away from him, being a warrior is a wise choice. A warrior position is a very respectable position in any pack. Marcus must know that Emily already told him that she found out about the wife and now hates him, because, as soon as he sees Mathew, Marcus starts trying to strike a conversation with Emily. Math

They close their eyes to the onion. The port was as crowded as Davos had ever known it. Every dock teemed with sailors loading provisions, and every inn was packed with soldiers dicing or drinking or looking for a whore . . . a vain search, since Stannis permitted none on his island. Ships lined the strand; war galleys and fishing vessels, stout carracks and fat-bottomed cogs. The best berths had been taken by the largest vessels: Stannis's flagship Fury rocking between Lord Steffon and Stag of the Sea, Lord Velaryon's silver-hulled Pride of Driftmark and her three sisters, Lord Celtigar's ornate Red Claw, the ponderous Swordfish with her long iron prow. Out to sea at anchor rode Salladhor S

They close their eyes to the onion. The port was as crowded as Davos had ever known it. Every dock teemed with sailors loading provisions, and every inn was packed with soldiers dicing or drinking or looking for a whore . . . a vain search, since Stannis permitted none on his island. Ships lined the strand; war galleys and fishing vessels, stout carracks and fat-bottomed cogs. The best berths had been taken by the largest vessels: Stannis's flagship Fury rocking between Lord Steffon and Stag of the Sea, Lord Velaryon's silver-hulled Pride of Driftmark and her three sisters, Lord Celtigar's ornate Red Claw, the ponderous Swordfish with her long iron prow. Out to sea at anchor rode Salladhor S

~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.

I coughed sharply, lungs burning, as Vanessa hauled me up, her face bloodied but fierce, steady despite the chaos erupting around us. “We’re not done yet,” she growled. Kyle struggled with the damaged control terminal, fingers trembling as he rerouted emergency power.“Engines dead! Navigation offline!” he shouted, panic creeping into his voice. Damien’s dark eyes burned, focused and cold. “We hold this position—or we die here.” An Unseen Enemy Suddenly... The dark ocean shifted, cold and sharp, as massive steel hulls surfaced, silent and deadly. Warships. Their armored frames gleamed, missiles armed, searchlights piercing through the stormy blackness.

“Do cherish this moment, as veteran Knights never receive this chance to see or be on the warship The Archangel. Good luck children, I hope to see everyone back here in a month’s time. Dismissed!” The squires marched in an orderly but excitedly to the clearing where the warship was docked. Everyone was very excited to be on the legendary warship The Archangel. This warship is one of the highest-level techs that the Kingdom of Camelot owns. It guards the kingdom against all its enemies. All the squires in the south can recognize the shiny massive warship immediately on site. Since the squires were young, they’ve heard the legends of The Archangel. How it decimated the Republic of Gaul militar

I watch for a moment as she picks up speed and her braids flows behind her. We reach the bay within a few minutes. Fifty Warriors stand by for Marinah's command. The Federation ships are small pinpoints on the horizon. Marinah scans the water. "If we can see them, they can see us, and they know we've been alerted to their presence. As soon as they release the underwater hellhounds, we'll send the planes in." Marinah decided to forgo sending our planes out to sea before Federation ships hit our waters. I didn't question her, and Beck was nowhere around when the decision was made. Marinah had a reason for doing it this way and I don't need to understand. We have four operational passenger plan