Warriors Ships Novels & Stories

with his bloodied arm, testament to a wolf sharpshooter who had almost ended him before a cannon shot from Grey Thunder had blown him into the water. "High Marshall, reports from the ships: 6 ships sunk, 4 ships currently taking in water with the crews engaged in heavy fighting with the werewolf borders so repairs are totally out of question, 5 other ships are currently battling it out with the Werekult boats; we've been able to sink 5 of theirs so far with 2 of their ships critically damaged,

shouted Khalid, who was getting angry because he felt trapped by everyone's game in front of him. "It's not just us warriors," said Wang Ge, the warrior who was nicknamed the Asura Monk because of his strength he was ranked second after Swordsman Zou Fan. After Wang Ge said so, hundreds of swordsmen started to come out of their hiding places. chyou Chen started to grin, as the sensation of his heartbeat starting to race was getting stronger. "Is this going to be the end for me," thought Chyou Chen who started to feel a tremor in his legs.

“Remember your names.” The black collars shattered. The forgotten tombs erupted with blue light. Scene 126: Warriors of the Deep Names filled the chamber. Not spoken by one voice. Thousands. They rolled across the stone in a rising wave. Talren of Moon Reef. Sera Vale of the Eastern Current. Mako Ren. Liora Stormhand. Packs erased from banners returned through sound. Symbols appeared across the warriors’ armour. Silver shells. White fins. Crescent waves. Wolves crowned with coral.

It was a brutal, atonal sound that vibrated the fillings in my teeth. From the labyrinth of the docks, three massive warships detached. They were galleons, identical to the ones we had sunk ten years ago, but heavier, plated with thick, riveted iron along their hulls. Their gun ports snapped open in perfect, mechanical unison. Dozens of black cannons slid out, tracking our approach. "Captain," the helmsman called out, his voice perfectly steady despite the artillery pointing at his chest. "Orders?" Torin looked at the massive cannons. He had swallowed their fire once. He would not do it again.

Termâs could hear the cries of survivors but there was little he could do. “Doesn’t a rough sea mean a slow pace?” “Well, Saron, my men are rowing as fast as they can.” Erwaith looked out at the high foaming whitecaps that surrounded them. His white hair flew around wildly in the strong north winds. Careath was still within view but disappearing quickly. His fleet was made up of forty ships with roughly four thousand armed men. The Silver Hawk was by far the largest and was in the lead. The coast of Myrmidar was bleak and lifeless; even the usual animals were noticeably missing. Erwaith and Saron could see smoke to their northeast in the direction of Dymor.

Hera agreed, her gaze fixed on her target stuffed toy inside the claw machine she was playing with. When they were younger, they used to be incredibly envious of their classmates who had access to city tours. However, despite how much they would like to visit the city as well, they are unable to do so due to their Queen Mother's strict prohibition. The werewolves' Queen Mother forbids them from mingling with so many humans out of concern that they might pick a conflict and endanger their tribe. Sitting on the stool next to Hera, Callie questioned, "Why does Marcus seem to be taking so long?"

Maybe he maintains dignity in front of his army, or he doesn't want my father to suspect our relationship, Iswari thought to herself, calming her frustration. Arriving at the port, Iswari saw several royal ships ready to leave. Two ships belonging to the Salakanagara kingdom, and another belonging to the Salankayana kingdom which she saw docked the other day. After a short speech by the king to encourage them, the soldiers began to enter the ship. When passing in front of Iswari, Wirakrama turned around with a slight smile. Inwardly Iswari begged the gods so that it is not the last smile she sees. ***

"I, Cathal Bringe, the messenger of peace from Volar, with the power bestowed upon me by the kingdom of Volar and Lord Eldrick, declare that the kingdom of Volar is at war with the kingdom of Hollis." Cathal declared and held his sword in front of him ready to fight anybody who wished to attack him. Following his words, the four knights behind him too held their swords, their eyes sharp and on high alert. They gazed around the hall, counting the number of people who seemed to be ready to attack them.