Whitebeard Ship Novels & Stories

My blade barely makes a dent in the tough hide. Four or five of the tentacles have grasped the ship now and begin to shake and twist it like it’s a child’s toy, threatening to crack the metal hull. Whether the beast is trying to pull the ship under the surface or to tear it apart, I don’t know, but one thing is clear—the ship cannot withstand much more of this. Another tentacle breaks the mainmast in two, sending rigging and spars swinging wildly back and forth.

Finally, Elise said, “If Orion’s still floating, we need eyes on it. Otherwise, every move we make is blind.” Sophia nodded. “We find it. Carefully.” --- Camilo’s Pacific contacts located a fishing vessel willing to scout the coordinates. Two days later, grainy footage arrived: a massive ship, painted white, drifting as if abandoned. No lights. No visible crew.

Chapter 50: The Shadow Lord's Departure The harbor stretched before him like a promise of violence made manifest, its waters black as midnight beneath the pre-dawn sky. Forty-seven warships rode at anchor in formations that spoke of military precision and unlimited resources, their hulls gleaming with magical reinforcements that could deflect cannon fire and turn aside the most sophisticated naval magic. Each vessel flew the silver shadow of House Nox, but these weren't the modest coastal patrol ships his ancestors had maintained. These were instruments of conquest, designed to carry war across oceans and challenge powers that had never faced serious external threats.

Her crew moved with the precision of a well-oiled machine, each member knowing their role in the dangerous dance that was about to begin. The ship cut through the waves, its course a straight line toward Blackbeard's fleet. The motion of it was smooth and relentless, a promise of the confrontation that loomed just beyond the setting sun. The crew moved with practiced efficiency, preparing weapons and securing rigging. Every hand knew its place, every action a part of the whole.

At the centre sailed a vessel built from white bone. Grandmother stood at its bow. Beside her was Kiyomi. Not bound. Crowned. And Hayate knelt at her feet with a serpent blade pressed against his back.

The white-bearded commander left the deck, returned to the command room, and received a call from the highest commander of Country M. “Georgina, get the hell out of Orienta’s waters immediately! Now!” A roar came from the other end of the phone. The commander of the warship, Georgina, was still a little puzzled at the moment. He raised his hooked nose and asked, “Border Chief, why is that? It’s just Orienta. My warships are parked in the waters of the neighboring country. Would they dare to make a move on me?”

When they were less than half a nautical mile away and Barlin could see the research vessel's stern as well as the wake, he told Cicero, "This is good enough. Return to port—I'll board it myself." Cicero quickly said, "Elder, this ship is full of Japanese. You don't speak Japanese, so I'm afraid you won't be able to get through to them!" Barlin snorted coldly. "I doubt that not a single person on a science ship can't speak Oskian. But if they can't, I'll just sink their ship and wait for the Canadian ship!"

A beam of sword light shot out. The white eagle let out a shrill cry. Undoubtedly, it was hit by the beam of sword light. With a boom, it turned into a blood mist scattered all over the sky, and its white feathers drifted in the air and fell to the ground. "He's killed the eagle in the blink of an eye! "He's smashed the saint-level eagle into pieces with just one blow." The smiles on the faces of the mercenaries gloated and waiting to watch the fun froze. The one-eyed and one-armed steward on board the warship froze to the spot, stunned.

Adrian stood on the deck and looked ahead. Then, he leaped into the sea. One of the large ships was brightly lit. It was at the backmost position and it was the command center of the enemies. These ships were carrying Black Nergal’s banner, instantly revealing them as Black Nergal’s members.

“Bai Hu. The Lord of Fuxi, protector of the West.” “The white tiger.” Jin nodded. “If we are to summon one of the holy beasts, Bai Hu is our best bet. Have you made up your mind?” Jade had almost forgotten about the decision she had to make. Now that she has seen Bai Hu, the legend didn’t sound as far-fetched as she thought. Besides, she needed to get home. No matter what it takes. With her jaws set and eyes fiery with determination, she nodded. “Yes. Let’s go find Bai Hu’s stars.”