Whitebeard Ship Novels & Stories

As the sky turned ark, the crackle of lightning and rumble of thunder resembled an apocalyptic uprising. On the ship were nearly ten supreme paragons who each exuded an overwhelming power that sent shivers down everyone's spine. Zione, seated at the helm, wore a murderous look as he glanced at the bones and corpses littered along White Bone Mountain. He rued that he had arrived too late to aid the Wicked Tribe and prevent their total eradication, but his demeanor remained composed as he glanced at the people behind him.

════════ ✥.❖.✥ ════════ ❝Chapter 14❞ "What happened? Why did the ship suddenly moved?" Gavin put a leather coat on my back and held my hand to help me on my steps. Cassius was glaring at him so I took my hand off from his and walk towards the left deck of the ship and saw that most of the shrouds are cut and the foremast broke. Mas lalong lumakas ang hangin kaya lumalakas lang lalo ang alon sa dagat. The next wave was able to set foot on the deck making me drenched from it.

"What am I panicking about?" Jacobus let out a bitter laugh. He hit the replay button and tossed his phone to Bradford. "Everyone in the White Building and Malia's entire naval force has ceased to exist," he said flatly. "Are you satisfied with the outcome, Mr. Bradford?" Bradford stared at the phone in disbelief. After the divine thunderbolt had struck, the White Building and over 1,000 steel warships had dissolved almost instantaneously. He was petrified at the sight.

The twin monks were adroitly turning the junco so the two ships would be broad to broad. Below deck and through the ice embrasures of their damaged hull, Temujin could only partly see the problem. He couldn’t see anything past the bow, only the decoration under it that was a full-body figure of the sea god Watatsumi holding a trident. Nevertheless, he had a sneaky feeling that a white Slayer was protecting the pirate ship with a sort of air barrier.

Dante grabbed her waist, trying to pull her toward the tall grass. “I can’t, Dante!” June gasped. She looked down—small glowing green vines were growing out of the sand, wrapping her ankles like ropes. “I’m stuck. The debt... it’s holding me to the ground.” The bone-ship hovered straight above the beach. A beam of white light shot down from its center, hitting the water far out, and started boiling the sea. From the light, tall figures walked onto the water’s surface. Thin, in silver armor. No guns; just long, hooked spears.

He’s very thin, like his last meal was a few days ago, yet he seems to have an air of energy that I see in our kingdom’s best warriors. I look up at the ship he’s unmooring. It’s about half the size of the white one and dirty as a pair of socks on my brothers’ bedroom floor. There’s something about it that looks strong, though, like it’s been on a thousand voyages and can’t wait for a thousand more. “Well, ain’t ya?” he repeats. Taking one last look at the white ship, I realize I’m going to have a hard time explaining why I’m there. But I actually I have a free ride right in front of me.

Excitement. "ROSE! COME QUICK!" I ran to the beach. Leo was standing at the water's edge, pointing at the horizon. A ship. Not a black ship. Not a Council ship. A rusted fishing boat, maybe thirty feet long, flying a tattered flag. And on the deck, standing at the bow, was a girl. She was maybe sixteen. Her hair was white — not like mine, not from shifting. White from age or sickness or something else. Her eyes were green, bright, alive.

"Smoke's clearing a bit to the west. Wait... ships. Lots of them. Ezra, confirm?" Ezra whistled low. "Holy crap. Lila's launching everything. Hybrid warships, at least thirty. Big ones with those weird glowing cannons. They're heading straight for Blackthorn waters." I strained my eyes against the glare. Sure enough, from our height the flee,t looked like a swarm of steel predators cutting through the waves far below. "She's going all in. Kenji, can you get us closer without being spotted? I need to see their formation."

“I doubt it will be anything like that with the Prince Consort’s son.” The voyage dragged on, boring in some ways, sickening in others. She spent a lot of time leaning over the side. It was a day or so later that she saw the other ship with the plain black sail. Expecting it to catch up at some point or even pass them, she was surprised to find it stayed back. Was someone following them? However intently she peered, Beyla couldn’t see any Moorish figures among the crew. The men seemed bare-chested for the most part, though guttural songs were to be heard when dusk fell.

He was so shocked that he rubbed his eyes to make sure what he saw was not his imagination. Although the darkness had prevailed, he could clearly see that not a far distance from the beach, many ships were cruising toward them. The ships were all painted black. Under the dim light from the moon, the ships were as massive as a sea monster, and they were full of people standing on board. They all had muscular bodies, and they held long sabers in their hand, looking very fierce and undefeatable. The leading ship had a giant flag. It was raised more than a few feet high above with three words written on it.