Warriors Ships Novels & Stories

Feeling some sort of relief, Jade continued towards the exhibit. The left-wing was nearly empty, save for an elderly woman standing in front of a collection of swords and a younger man who was wandering about. Jade started to walk around, stopping by now and then to view some of the artifacts on display. She was particularly interested in an elaborate costume that supposedly came from the collection of a princess who lived during the Qin dynasty. “I know someone who’d look good in that,” Jade thought as she pictured the dress on Marie. The mental image made her laugh a little too loud, much to the disapproval of the older lady.

Noctis and Lunaris ships were already stationed, with the crew lined up in formal ranks. Alessia leaned closer to the window. Her breath caught. It wasn’t just any ships. These were royal fleets. Grand war cruisers from Solaris, decorated with golden phoenix wings. Graceful silver Lunaris skysteel vessels, their runes pulsing quietly. Massive Noctis dreadwings, casting long shadows across the platforms and on the highest deck… “Is that?” Alessia whispered. Eryx nodded grimly. “That’s the Lunaris Royal Flagship, Moonfall and the Noctis Destroyer, Nightblade. The Kings and the Night Court are here already.”

There were moon sized arks, on which most of the civilian population lived, worked, and eventually died; supply ships, which carried the raw material required to sustain the Armani; and three types of warships, including battle ships, destroyers, and fighters. The fleet had been traveling through space for more than a millennium and would continue forever. Or would it? The Facers, so named because of their desire to put an end to the journey and "face" the Shem, had become even more powerful of late, raising the possibility that things might change. Not that the Runners, who had ruled for so long, could be ignored.

But the water wasn't the scary part. Floating on the black sea were ships. Hundreds of them. There were Viking longships, their wood rotted and petrified. There were 17th-century galleons with tattered sails frozen in mid-flap. There were rusted ironclads from the Civil War. And dominating the center, massive, grey steel hulks of WWII destroyers and U-boats. They bobbed silently in the black water, bumping into each other with dull, hollow thuds.

I gazed up to the thousands of demons peering over the ledge hundreds of metres above me, and knew some of them would, in fact, break their legs. Sam grabbed my arm and led me over to the ships, now much bigger than they looked before from above. Enormous monsters, flags as big as houses and detailed wooden statues at the front of them, meaning to intimidate the enemy. These were war ships, looking cold and deadly and subtly showing off the wealth of each kingdom.

CORALINA'S POV Standing on the high northern parapet of the Frost-Hearth, the wind from the sea whipa my silver hair across my face in tangled, icy ribbons. Down in the bay, cutting through the thick grey fog of the coastal gates, a massive naval fleet rides the heavy swells. Nearly thirty iron-hulled warships, their pre-Pulse engines groaning with a low, mechanical growl that shatters the silence of the cliffs, sit anchored in our waters. They fly no pack banners—only the ragged, black-and-silver colors of the Western Coalition.

“Scan those ships immediately!” Data filled the main screen in front of the command chair, along with a live feed of the port beacon a dozen kilometers away. There, aggressive insectoid ships flashed into Hegemony space. They watched with awe as hundreds of fighters, dozens of frigates, destroyers, and cruisers appeared on their sensors. That fearful awe turned to absolute dread as a battleship also appeared in their midst. “Sir!” said the tech, “Ship technology confirmed - it’s the Drogar Empire!”

“Consider it done, sir. The missile will remind them why Aeternum is a force to be reckoned with.” The Aeternum Royal Navy, with its state-of-the-art warships, was a marvel in a world that had barely transitioned beyond medieval technology. Each vessel bristled with advanced weaponry, from long-range artillery to precision-guided missiles. As the fleet maneuvered into position, the sailors aboard the ships worked with practiced efficiency. Orders were shouted, coordinates were calculated, and the massive cannons were trained on their targets. On the flagship, Admiral Kolarova stood on the bridge, her sharp eyes scanning the horizon.

Jake replies. Good, this seems to be going as planned. But we can never be too sure. Their warriors did not seem well trained, I have to say, though Knox and Alpha Jacob were strict with our teams and we followed a strict training programme, ensuring a well maintained warrior group within our pack. I was confident in saying that I think we have to be some of the best in the country. And that was through how our Alphas chose to train us. The warriors here, however, not so much.

Moreover, he could also pass it. Ten days passed quickly. When David's Octagon arrived outside the Royal Region, everyone in the Octagon's control room was stunned. ‘W-What’s going on?’ They saw countless ships parked in the void in the distance as if waiting for their arrival. There were black-horned ships, Octagons, Milky Way Battleships, and even a few Galaxy Warships. ‘Is there going to be a war? ‘Who is at war with whom? ‘Are they going the wrong way?