Worst Ships Novels & Stories

Behind him, the Outcast Legion—wolves who could shift mid-air into specialized combat forms—poured over the cliffs like a waterfall of fur and steel. Jace disappeared into a shadow, reappearing on the deck of the flagship. Within seconds, the black smoke from the ship's funnel turned a sickly, glowing green. The "Blighted" steam began to eat through the iron pipes, turning the dreadnought into a self-destructing cage. From my high vantage point, I watched the "impenetrable" fleet crumble. It wasn't a battle; it was an execution. But then, I felt it. A cold, sharp needle of pain in the back of my neck.

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.

He'll see what mediation will do for us once he allows different thinking to replace his natural stubbornness. It's an hour before we take the motorbikes to the shipyard. I've only been here once before, and it was just as creepy then as it is now. The old ships are decrepit piles of rusted steel that look like they should be resting at the bottom of the ocean instead of being secured to endless brown docks. The ships tower above us and bob slowly in the nearly black water, making weird creaking sounds that heighten the entire creep factor.

The smoke from the burning boats in the cove didn’t just rise; it choked the Sicilian moonlight, twisting into oily black ribbons that smelled of expensive gasoline and failed ambitions. Beneath the cliffs, the wreckage of the *Sombra* intervention was a smoldering graveyard of high-tech gear and shattered egos. For the Board back in Rome, this wasn't just a tactical loss—it was a public relations nightmare currently unfolding in real-time.

The ones carrying the unconscious Ruby and Xie were not doing fine, as well. Their ships were being dragged down by the myriad creatures from the netherworld that creeped into the ocean. They kept shooting their arrows laced with their spirit energy and spells but it was useless. The ship was going to sink any moment because of the pilling weight that was building under water, trying to anchor them. " What do we do? We cannot move at this rate. The prince and the princess will drown along with the ship if we don't do anything about it. " One Wolf observed.

That is true, now they remembered the ship made out of iron that were unsinkable, that is now proudly patrolling the Eloesan Sea uncontested. “That’s right…these time, I will bring a ship that is much more sturdier, much more fiercer and much more deadlier that that of the one that patrolling the Eloesan Sea…not only the Warship..but also ships for carrying people…ships that were able to carry tons of loads…and the ship that will surely move faster than any ship you have ever seen….it was the kine up of ships that will made up our Aeternum Navy armada…at that time…those monster in the rivers will probably be scared to even shows their face…”.

"Most of the ships here in this field are between just under one km in length, up to two kilometers. But a few here seem to be significantly larger, and they're not even the largest." "That may become a problem" "Indeed, the largest ship here seems to be around 5 kilometers in length. The biggest on the chart Clocks in at around eight to twelve kilometers". "That's FOUR times our size, and we're the largest in the fleet!" "I know John, and they are significantly more powerful than anything we can field." "What have we found out about them?"

Through her spyglass, the scene at the shipyards was a vision of absolute ruin. Three massive, copper-plated Draconian war-barges had bypassed the outer reef guards entirely, using the Dawn-Gild's leaked coordinates to slam their white-hot reptilian prows directly into the grand merchant vaults. The dry-docks where the secondary hull lines of the Royal Navy were being laid down were already ablaze, the seasoned northern pine timbers turning into lines of running charcoal under the pressure of the Saurian Janissaries' magma-weapons.

The High Council issued a judgment harsher than any in history: all wolves who participated in the Silvermoon massacre, regardless of rank, were to be exiled or executed. The Sunfire Pack was completely destroyed. The once-glorious family was now just dust in the pages of history. The Blackmoon Pack, led by Marcus, knelt before the Silverfang banner and begged for mercy. "On behalf of the Blackmoon Pack, I surrender to the Silverfang," Marcus said, his head bowed. "Please, Alphas, forgive our sins." I looked at these once-proud wolves and felt nothing. Revenge was complete. Blood for blood. A new order was forged in blood and fire. Under our rule, the packs found a peace they hadn't known in