Warriors Ships Novels & Stories

She was dragging her feet. Pomelia was forced to face War and she continued to look down, twisting her trembling mouth to the side. "When mates are close to one another they secrete a certain scent. You both are secreting something different. You two are mates." "I am capable of taking care of you," War consoled her as his mate silently cried. What was he supposed to do? He couldn't reject her. He needed her... "I am...I'm sure you can W-War...I just want to serve the goddess, I don't want to be with a man," she sniffled as Warren frowned. Well, he definitely wanted to be with a woman, specifically her.

Holding her hand as we walked merely confirmed it. - "Oh, look!" she said, as we went down the hill toward the docks. "A fleet coming in!" Half a dozen sleek warships were gliding into harbour, with flags raised. A successful run, then. Three of the ships belonged to Inavar the Wolf. The others were independent captains, no doubt happy to sail under his banner. The return of a fleet like this was a major occasion for the city. There would be plunder to be unloaded, catalogued and appraised. An auction would follow, in a few days. There would also be business for the taverns and brothels as the sailors spent their shares.

The sound of a ship horn suddenly blasted through the ocean as a huge oceanliner appeared across the horizon, headed for Tyr’s ship at full speed. A massive vessel dwarfing all the ships in its vicinity, it created huge ripples and waves wherever it sailed, rocking the many retreating ships. A flag was flown on its mast, black in color with the word ‘Kami’ embroidered on both sides. At least a hundred people, samurais to be exact, stood on the deck of the ship. Dressed in black armor and wearing black masks, they looked old-fashioned, more like the samurais of ancient Japan. The leader of these warriors, who stood in the very front, had the same outfit on, with the addition of a cape. In his

The dark expanse of space five thousand miles above the lunar surface was alive with the brilliant, rhythmic flashes of celestial welding torches and quantum plasma arc-casters. Floating within the gravitational cradle of the Lunar Vault Construction Ring was the largest, most terrifying warship ever constructed in the history of the mortal world: the imperial flagship Sovereign Eclipse.

The air pressure dropped sharply, making my ears pop. I paused at a narrow arrow-slit window looking out over the northern valley, looking out into the pale morning light. My breath hitched in my throat. Breaking through the low-hanging blizzard clouds above the valley peaks was the entire imperial iron fleet. Dozens of war barges hovered in tight battle formation, led by a floating fortress ship three times the size of the rest. Their void cannons were fully extended, glowing with a charging red light. The Grand Marshal’s main armada had arrived early.

Now humans and wolves would mix, sometimes they would visit our town and sometimes we would visit them but as we had a peace treaty, no one weather human or wolf could be harmed by the other. The museum took my breath away the moment we stepped in. I marvelled at all the antique weapons and armor they held that dated back to our ancestors. An old shield from over 250 years ago. Journals from wolf warriors and human soldiers that had fought. There were swords held in place on the walls, each one with its own little plaque underneath stating what year it had come from and where it had been found, even what battle it had been used in. Battle plans were kept in glass boxes, to be seen and not to

The memories of that day, the last moment of happiness I had felt as my brother had given me a hug and taken the stage, his handsome face glowing with happiness. “MysticWarriors, my pack, was a very small one and ancient,” I answered. “We didn’t believe in fighting for power, we believed in peace and kept to ourselves. It has been like that for years. We were all powerful warriors by blood but having power and strength doesn’t mean needing to exercise it. That day we were taken by surprise and were heavily outnumbered. But we fought, to the end, till each one of us fell apart but…” “But…”

he assured. He left, not wanting to talk about the matter. On the full moon, Jared already took his position and I was forced to sneak out, going to the place I had asked Jared to prepare. The thing is, I had asked Jared to prepare and train my personal army. They think I don't have royal men in the palace but the truth is, I have fourteen thousand loyal soldiers waiting for a command. I had asked Jared to send them the command and slowly they began showing up, night by night, it started with a hundred, grew with a hundred and fifty and soon it grew to a thousand men as they all answered the command.

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

But they’ve killed some of our warriors now, so there’s no stopping the carnage that’s about to happen. My dads and I are thick in the fray, our larger wolves overpowering several of their smaller ones, even though there are constantly more enemies arriving in small boats from the large fleet of ships offshore. It stretches as far as I can see in every direction. There must be fifty thousand warriors here, and for some reason, they’re bent on destroying us. I catch a glimpse of a woman in human form and do a double-take because she’s on one of the small boats arriving with enemies. It throws me off for a second as I see her get off on the dock and run away, her purple hair trailing behind he