Wof Ships Fanart Novels & Stories

I shouted into the glare, I had spotted up to five tiny ships coming towards us with immense speed. They all had black flags on them, designed with human skull as a warning. “Pirates, oh silly human pirates messing around.” “Oh how very great,” Tasha muttered to herself, she threw her orange peels into the water. “Just as I was about to get comfortable and have a good nap.”

Meeting: Rowling stood at the bow of the ship watching the cliff as the pulled into Raven’s Peak two other ships trailed behind him. Rowling's ship was a deep dark cherrywood, he had liked the cherry color of it because it reminded him of blood stained wood. He wanted the fear aspect to be in everything he did. His sails were a deep dark blood red and his personal flag was white with a sword hanging above a headless man’s body. He even named the ship Trepidation. It was written on the side of the ship in deep dark bold letters.

Rage and hate poured from him in a sickly red aura. Methodically, like he knew he was being watched, he turned to the side, revealing a ship. White with orange trim. Lifesavers mounted to the starboard dipped and rose with the tide. Distorted blue letters were printed on the rear stern, but she couldn't read them through the haze.

The sky above Novus, once a battlefield of violet beams and obsidian rings, was now filled with a hauntingly familiar silhouette. The "Mimic-Fleet" did not emerge from the void with alien hums; it arrived with the rhythmic, terrifying thump-hiss of a thousand replicated Great Engines. The Curators had used the data-harvest from the Sovereignty-Virus to 3D-print an armada of bronze-wood ships, each one a grotesque, oversized caricature of the Aethel-Dawn.

(Sofia Di Gianna) Me, Radian, Selie and Sofia are currently standing at the dock, admiring the lines up that made up from 3 Warship, 3 Freight Container Ships, 5 Ferries, 10 patrol boats, 15 fast speed boats and also, 5 luxury yacht, that I brought last night. Bringing these all here, actually filled my entire dimensional storage rings and also filling my radius capacity to the brim. Luckily everything were able to be done in a single trip, and at the end, I were able to witnessed my start of the dream to see Aeternum Armada starting it steps to become the biggest and largest Navies in the entire Fantasma. Naturally all 3 of the ladies were all speechless as they saw the lined up, especially

The full crest was at the center of the bottom of the page in full color and as a watermark on the full page. A ship’s wheel on a background of deep blue waves darkening to a night sky with a silver crescent moon placed in the stars in the sky. In the center stood a blue and silver werewolf with his golden glowing eyes, vigilantly watching as his left hand rested on an anchor and his right held a trident. Beneath the werewolf, on a flowing banner of red, was the pack motto. The entire crest was bordered by nautical rope. The few sentences that were written in bold script told her everything that she needed to know.

The left and right side of the art piece has two horrifying voids of darkness fighting over this blank spot. The informant moves his fingers. “The deed first.” The king of pirates gives a smirk and places it down on the bar with a hand on it. Vado’s crew watches and a lot of them stand at the attention. The redhead pulls out her pistol and then slams it on the deed. “Me, my crew did all the work. I need some…insurance.” The redhead captain speaks in a deep tone while eyeing the other captain up and down. Vados thinks to himself for a moment but soon enough he leers his eyes over to a crew member. A woman that has multiple tattoos, his own deckhand. She has the same ink as Gardax as do most d

CORALINA'S POV Standing on the high northern parapet of the Frost-Hearth, the wind from the sea whipa my silver hair across my face in tangled, icy ribbons. Down in the bay, cutting through the thick grey fog of the coastal gates, a massive naval fleet rides the heavy swells. Nearly thirty iron-hulled warships, their pre-Pulse engines groaning with a low, mechanical growl that shatters the silence of the cliffs, sit anchored in our waters. They fly no pack banners—only the ragged, black-and-silver colors of the Western Coalition.

Jidana, Kariya and Ophilius packed themselves into Ophilius’s sky ship. Ophilius had to use to metal poles as crutches as he struggled to enter the ship. Jidana and Kariya helped him into the ship and they were ready to set sail and on their way to the Petragram mansion. Ophilius’ s ship was big and red with two large masts each carrying 10 flags. There are two compartments on the sides that house cannons and a compartment inside the ship to store weapons. The ship is powered by wind Furiyu and the wind of the sky.

It even erased my fear that it’s the cave of the pirates. After a few minutes, the ship docked in the village meters away from the main. The ship lined together with the other ship and from my left, I saw a ship with a Skeleton Dragon as a symbol of their flag. Ours is an aquatic salamander. “Lady Vienna!!”