Danganronpa Ships Novels & Stories

I left South City with one suitcase and disgrace. “Come on,” Daniel said, pulling me through the crowd. They parted for us, letting us leave. It was silence but it was better than being called names. Daniel squeezed my hand when we got to the car. For the first time in weeks, something close to peace settled in my chest. Then Abattoir spoke. Master. The Eastern coastline of Northernfang. There are men clearing the docks. I went still. “How many ships?” Twenty.

Again, the sea. Damonq moved closer, and she could suddenly see the water. It was dark and frightening in the long expanse. There was a ship ahead, anchored in the water. Waiting for Darkness and the others. She felt his glee. There were men and women on the ship. Several children. As the devils swept in from the night sky, panic erupted. Screams. She closed her eyes, but she refused to separate herself from Damonq. If he had to see the carnage, the least she could do was hear it.

Jason added. “You don't need to thank me, I brought this upon us to begin with. I already said this.” I stated. Jason nodded and turned to leave. I was finally alone again and could think in peace. Diana would abruptly yell out all of a sudden. “Something is ahead...it looks like two ships!” We all rushed to join her in front of the ship. I could see two ships, like she said. It was hard to tell what was going on from that distance, I stared harder to no avail.

The gold ink on the back of the photo shimmered in the morning light. The Board remains. My heart sank into my stomach. I looked at the horizon, and my blood turned to ice. Six white ships were cutting through the waves toward our small cove. They weren't coming to rescue us. They were coming to collect what was left of the Williams bloodline. "Bryan! Grandpa! They’re here!" I shouted, my voice cracking. Bryan stumbled out of the small cabin, his face pale but his eyes sharp. He saw the ships and immediately reached for his belt. He didn't have his service pistol anymore, just a rusted kitchen knife he had sharpened against a stone.

"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.

People cried in pain from Donoghue’s explosion, and people were falling as well. At that moment, thousands of boats a few miles away were slowly sailing in their direction. Those boat troops were arranged tidily. Leading them was a huge ship with a black flag flying over ten feet tall. There was a white shark logo on the flag with the words ‘Blood Shark’ printed on it. It was flying grandly when blown by the sea breeze. They were the Blood Shark Pirates. A muscular man was seated on the deck of the huge ship. It was the leader, Hidden Dragon. Behind him were the sexy Blood Sherlock Four Sisters.

I coughed sharply, lungs burning, as Vanessa hauled me up, her face bloodied but fierce, steady despite the chaos erupting around us. “We’re not done yet,” she growled. Kyle struggled with the damaged control terminal, fingers trembling as he rerouted emergency power.“Engines dead! Navigation offline!” he shouted, panic creeping into his voice. Damien’s dark eyes burned, focused and cold. “We hold this position—or we die here.” An Unseen Enemy Suddenly... The dark ocean shifted, cold and sharp, as massive steel hulls surfaced, silent and deadly. Warships. Their armored frames gleamed, missiles armed, searchlights piercing through the stormy blackness.

The morning after Inquisitor Vane’s ultimatum, the Blackwater River looked like a graveyard of iron. Three massive Southern warships sat anchored in the center of the flow, their steam vents huffing rhythmic clouds of grey smoke into the pristine mountain air. They were "teeth" of a different kind—not bone and sinew, but coal and steel. ​Rhea stood on the battlements, her fingers tracing the rough stone of the manor. Beside her, Elias was a statue of suppressed fury. The grey-gold veins on his neck pulsed in time with the thrumming of the ships' engines.

A much smaller ship is also with the fleet and is escorted by seven dreadnaughts(5,000 km long) and two carriers(6,000km long). As the fleet leaves the Dark Realm by entering the portal, a girl with purple eyes with a black tribal heart tattoo on her left cheek under her temporal canthus is aboard the smaller ship and is sitting on a throne covered in dark aura. × Temporal Canthus - outer corner of the eye (on the other side away from the nose and is towards the ear/s). × ~ Stargem: Rewrite ~

**Kelly Thompson's POV** The black stars aren't stars-they're *ships*. Massive, jagged vessels blot out the fractured sky, their hulls bristling with weapons that hum with the same green lightning as the Arbor Prime. The Eden shard pulses in my grip, its voice fraying at the edges. **"They've come to sterilize the infection. That's us."** Veyra stares at the armada, her Custodian-metal stinger trembling. "We need to run."