Wlw Ships Novels & Stories

Christine then wrote to the elves to buy a three-masted warship. It didn't take long for the elves to reply that the warship was for sale, but the price would have to be raised by 30%. Christian immediately agreed. Warships in the mainland navy are divided by tonnage into single-masted destroyers, which can carry up to 50 people for coastal defense and smuggling inspections. Double-masted light cruisers, which can carry 100 people, are the main warships of various countries' navies. Triple-masted heavy cruisers, which can carry 150 people, are generally the flagships of small nations' navies. A four-masted battlecruiser can carry 300 people and is equipped with ten large bed guns for long-ra

"Of course, sir. I will do my best to keep you informed at all times. I understand the importance of this task and I will do everything in my power to fulfill it." Narok seemed satisfied by her reply. "Good. That is all for now. You are free to attend to your duties." "Look at this, Quill," Kira said, holding out a page on her journal open for me to see. "Crimson Tide, the ship Mia and Ava are sailing in. It is very hard to track as the werewolves of the Shadow Clan work much faster than humans and some werewolves. But here's the curious thing : we've had reports of sightings on the northern port twice this month. What do you think that means?"

​"I am hiding the Swiss logs, Ellie." ​"Then don't sound like it." She held the tablet with both hands, her thumb deleting three lines of text in a single strike. She typed a short, uneven sentence into the blank space. "Start with the ships. Tell them what actually happened yesterday." ​"We had forty thousand containers clear the harbor in Lagos before the evening shift," I said.

"We're out. We're actually out." "Look," Jun whispered. Elara wiped her eyes and looked at the long-range Aetheric-Scanner. They weren't alone in the dark. Emerging from the shadow of the moon, and rising from the far side of the planet, were hundreds of other White Ships. They were of different shapes and sizes—some looked like floating cathedrals of glass, others like jagged shards of obsidian—but they all shared the same Architectural-Lineage. "Are those... survivors?" Mina asked, her voice trembling.

"That’s hundreds of ships. Cargo, cruise liners, private yachts..." "Filter it," I snap. "Filter by arrival and departure. I want a ship that arrived just before we did and left the day after the photo was taken. And then," I lean in, placing my hands on the desk. "I want to know which of those ships is in New York right now." Wong’s fingers fly across the keyboard. The clatter of the keys is the only sound in the room. The list on the screen populates. It’s long. MSC Divina. Maersk Alabama. Cosco Shipping Pisces.

But the water wasn't the scary part. Floating on the black sea were ships. Hundreds of them. There were Viking longships, their wood rotted and petrified. There were 17th-century galleons with tattered sails frozen in mid-flap. There were rusted ironclads from the Civil War. And dominating the center, massive, grey steel hulks of WWII destroyers and U-boats. They bobbed silently in the black water, bumping into each other with dull, hollow thuds.

Larissa looked through the binoculars, spotting several warships on the sea. They each bore a black flag with a crescent moon at its center—the emblem of the Twilight Group. Just then, the crowd on the ship slowly dispersed, revealing an elegant figure.

I said, confirming what we already knew. "I hate pirates," Apollo muttered Lir, and I agreed. We walked the rest of the way in silence. The three large ships towered over us as we approached the port. Big enough to hide stolen goods in all sorts of places. We all paused, looking up at the ships. "Three ships, three of us," Lir muttered. "If anyone finds anything, remember to signal to the others," Apollo commanded. It would take a while to adjust to being the one who took orders on our secret outings instead of giving them.

"I want the live marrow harvest. We do it right here, in the secondary transport vehicle. Logan, bring the boy." "No!" I screamed, trying to run toward Leo, but Alexander caught me by the waist, pinning me against his side. "Elena, look at the river," Alexander whispered into my ear, his voice so low it was barely a vibration against the wind. From the dark fog covering the canal, three massive, black commercial shipping vessels were silently gliding toward the pier. They didn't have lights on. They didn't have flags. But the deep, rhythmic thrum of their massive diesel engines was vibrating through the concrete beneath our feet.

Huge, dark shadows blocked out the rising sun, plunging the entire valley into sudden twilight. Three massive imperial air-galleys descended slowly through the fog. They were not tactical trucks or small scout ships. They were giant, hovering war vessels made of reinforced black iron and polished silver, as wide as entire city blocks. Long black banners hung from their iron hulls, bearing the glowing crest of a silver wolf skull wearing an imperial crown. "The High Lycan Council..." I whispered, my throat tightening as my eyes went wide with sheer disbelief. "The Imperial Fleet," Malakai snarled, his eyes flashing a blazing, lethal red. He reached out, grabbed my arm, and pulled me firmly be