Zoro Ships Novels & Stories

We hear the roar of Thypon in the distance. ‘We must all go, now! ‘Towards the ships!’ Damon shouts. We shift into our wolves, and the little orcs and sprites are placed onto our backs. We race along the shoreline until we reach the docks where the ships are anchored. I look at Magnus as we see they have been destroyed. We shift back and cautiously approach. I notice a lot of movement in the water beyond the destroyed ships. ‘There’s something in the water,’ I say, pointing at the ripples.

​"Sarah, the salt concentration!" ​Sarah dumped the final crates of industrial-grade sea salt into the pool. The water turned a milky, crystalline white. ​"Nora, wait!" Hestia shouted from the mouth of the cave. "Look at the horizon!" ​I looked back. The mist was being torn apart by a high-altitude sonic boom. A sleek, white needle-ship—a smaller, more agile version of the Continuum vessels—was descending toward the islands. Thorne wasn't waiting for his "Whistle" to work. He was coming to reclaim his harvest personally.

Marco offered a smile and pressed, "Yet, you haven't answered my question." Rubbing the back of his neck, Zion sighed and revealed that he was without a pack because his parents had been killed when he was young. He explained to Marco that he grew up working as a fisherman, taking on various jobs for crew members until he saved enough money to buy his boat. This allowed him to sell his catch to different towns he visited. When Marco inquired how Zion had encountered his mother as a fisherman, Zion chuckled and mentioned Willow and primarily her mate. Marco looked on in disbelief but let Zion continue his tale.

"He will come soon, just wait." After saying that, Zoro called one of his subordinates and asked to be served drinks and snacks. He would not allow a bad impression to be made here, let alone the human race. Then, he resumed his work looking at the building construction that clearly couldn't be seen from there. However, Zoro kept looking at the glass wall because he could see everything. He didn't want to miss anymore.

I answered, digging my fingers into his broad shoulders and pulling his mouth to mine with a hungry kiss that filled us both with certainty of victory. Our moment of peace lasted only a heartbeat. A deafening metallic roar shook the cavern’s foundations. It did not come from the palace or the pass—it came from the ocean horizon visible through the great coastal rift. The deep, guttural blast of an ancient war horn tore through the northern night. I looked up toward the cavern’s opening, my mark blazing brighter as I saw the shapes of ten massive black‑steel ships emerge from the sea fog, driven by violet fire that dwarfed the Council’s magic.

Doreon The port of the city where they had arrived, after days of walking, was full of ships departing and even offshore. Doreon looked at the surface of the open sea and all he could see were hundreds and hundreds of ships of different sizes. Some were gigantic, capable of carrying hundreds of people, others had compartments to transport animals. The sails were colorful. Some were green, like the banners of Haefest, others were gold, like the banners of Aeris, still others blue like those of Locrand and in the distance Doreon could also see some white and gray sails like Devian's sigil of arms.

Under the river, there were endless lives, including many creatures of the Sea Tribe. The Sea Tribe, the Sea Python, the Sea Demon Black Tortoise, the Bloodthirsty Sea Demon, etc.... Every one of them was a creature with matchless. Anyone who encountered them, unless they were Powerhouse Cultivators, would have no chance of surviving. This was precisely the case. If one wanted to pass through this place, they had to choose some powerful ships. Golden Dragon Ship! This was a giant ship chosen by Zephyr Khan and Widow Scorpion. It was thousands of meters long and 100 meters wide. It was a colossus.

"Vulture! Jax! Light the harbor!" The dark didn't fade; it was shattered. From the tops of the industrial cranes, four massive, five-thousand-watt shipyard spotlights flared to life, their blinding white beams cutting through the fog to illuminate the harbor like a surgical theater. The white light caught the six matte-black zodiac boats as they surged toward the slipways, the mercenaries inside wearing sterile, unmarked diving gear, their submachine guns raised. The "Nautical Slaughterhouse" began before their boots could even touch the wood of the docks.

Out of the blue, many ships showed up behind Tyr Summers’s ship. Someone was carrying a rocket launcher on one of the closer ships and fired it at their ship. The rocket failed to land on Tyr’s ship. The aftermath of the explosion caused the mid-sized ship to sway violently. At the same time, numerous speed boats were lowered from those ships. Each speedboat was occupied by enemies equipped with hot weapons. Those boats were moving toward Tyr’s ship at lightning speed. “Incoming!” A fighter of Zuken Group was yelling from the deck. Simultaneously, the sailors who were in charge of sail the ship were ready to turn the vessels around and escape.

The marking on the boat was at least a few centuries old. This is a war ship. Those are Tharans. This must be the Battle of the long ships. The commander moved forward looking at each of his men, he couldn't see clearly the sky was fiery red, arrows were flying everywhere. One of the arrows hit the sail. All around him there was fire. Men were still burning or were half burned. The battle didn't end well for the Tharans, the history books were true in that part. The crystal had finished the visions. The room stood still, the crystal was still glowing.