Warriors Ships Novels & Stories

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.

"I'm sure within a day or two they will move beyond our territorial waters. We have to prepare everything.” After saying that, Alpha Jabre nodded and then left. Upon the departure of Alpha Jabre, Rohan's gaze was still fixed on the large ships lined up far in front of him, which seemed to want to dominate the sea. Their arrogance was visible from how they decorated their warships. Even while looking at the ships, Rohan's head was still filled with the image of Sashal. He clenched his fists and tightened his jaw. “Your Highness! How long will you glare at them? Let's take care of our end before rejoining in this place, okay?”

"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.

"Smoke's clearing a bit to the west. Wait... ships. Lots of them. Ezra, confirm?" Ezra whistled low. "Holy crap. Lila's launching everything. Hybrid warships, at least thirty. Big ones with those weird glowing cannons. They're heading straight for Blackthorn waters." I strained my eyes against the glare. Sure enough, from our height the flee,t looked like a swarm of steel predators cutting through the waves far below. "She's going all in. Kenji, can you get us closer without being spotted? I need to see their formation."

They fought for me because I was the only predator vicious enough to break them. "The western fleet is fully loaded, Alpha," Captain Vance murmured, stepping out from the shadow of the iron pillars. He, too, had been remade by the brutality of this continent. A jagged scar ran from his temple to his jaw, a reminder of the crossing we had barely survived. "Three thousand Oakhaven wolves. The new silver-tipped ballistas are mounted on the longships. The merchant vessels we seized from the Northern trade lanes provided enough grain to feed the vanguard for a six-month siege."

It wasn't the hum of the 'Legion,' and it wasn't the song of the 'Saints. It was a mechanical roar. A fleet of modern, iron-clad warships was appearing on the horizon, bearing a flag Panni had never seen: A white lotus crushed by a black gear. "The Third Family," Vera whispered, her terror genuine now. "The Engineers. They didn't want the 'Silence' or the 'Fire.' They just wanted the Energy." A single, massive shell whistled through the air, striking the black junk and turning it into a fireball.

I personally only had eyes for Rochelle, but he had eyes for everyone else, he’s a player and now I understand why he wanted to come on this trip, he’s run out of options in our territory. As we pulled up to Rockridge territory we were assigned 2 of their warriors, brothers, one year apart in age, Brett and Shane. After meeting Alpha Brandon, we were assigned rooms inside the packhouse the two warriors gave us a tour of their pack. As we walked along the streets, Jake had me chuckling as he smiled, nodded and at one point nearly broke his neck looking at a she-wolves, “you have no shame do you Jake.” He shrugged, “if they don’t, why should I,” he looked at the warrior’s, “you don’t have si

“How is the Moon Crescent pack holding up?” “Badly. They lost most of their warriors and the damage we dealt to them was so severe that it might take them a whole year to recover their losses. But their pride wouldn't let them back down from a fight they can't win so their only option is to keep sending out warriors until all their resources has been depleted.” I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding and stared into the depths of his indigo eyes and a creep smile was plastered one his lips.

"These belong to Varangian Guard." I shot my focus back over to Belikov, the bottle of wine now resting on the floor with his hands latched onto his knees. The Varangian Guard were known as some of the most elite soldiers in the entire world. The Byzantine emperors used to hire them to provide security in their kingdoms, but they also participated in many wars, often playing a decisive role since they were usually deployed at critical moments of battle. They held contrasting statuses of both mercenaries and royal guards. Despite all the stories I had heard about their unmatched skills in battle, I had never come face to face with one before.

"The Warriors are acting strange. What did I screw up now?" It's not the time for this discussion, but it's not like she won't realize something has happened. Once she has her bearings completely, she'll insist. "Do you remember the one history text we were reading a few months ago about the Warriors who stayed behind on the home planet to save as many as possible and gave their seats up on the ships?" "Weren't they super Warriors or something like that?" she asks cautiously. "Anshi." "An what?" I look into her dark eyes and see her confusion. "Anshi. They're Nova Warriors, and we didn't think any made it off the home planet. Someone's grandmother or great grandmother did."