Warship Island Novels & Stories

Everyone feared serious Hale. For good reason. "What happened?" Hale hesitated. Then held up a tablet. Satellite images filled the screen. The island. The facility. Something new. Something terrifying. Rows of transport ships. Military aircraft. Troop movements. Hundreds. Thousands. The scale made Isabella go pale. "No." Mira's stomach dropped. "What?" Isabella stared at the images. Horrified. Because she recognized them. Every ship. Every aircraft. Every deployment pattern. And she knew exactly what it meant.

“KiloKilo has some high-tech boats in their armada. Cruisers and speedboats, mostly. Nothing like this, not anymore. Everything they use on the water is powered by the magic of the wizards on the main island, which is roughly three hundred miles from here. But still, their armada is everywhere–an infestation. We’re gonna see ‘em, soon, I think.” “And what do we do when they make themselves known?” I ask, turning my head to look at him. Sawyer shrugs, shaking his head with a sigh. “There’s nowhere to hide now, not until we reach the reef that protects Tempest Valley. So, we run, and we pray.”