Deltarune Ships Novels & Stories

He buckled the harness over his head. "Take a seat guys, this is going to be fun." Tom sat down in one of the four seats against the back wall. He buckled his harness as did the other three men. "Pod seventy-one ready," Aidan said into the headset. The huge ship in front of them turned to face them. The thing was massive. As one, a bunch of spikes released from the ship and formed a pattern. They approached the human ship. Tom knew these. He had learned to pilot one a lifetime ago. Those were darts, offensive ships used to attack. The darts grew closer and flew in a pack. Lasers beamed out of them in short rays and hit the ship.

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.

Kai By the time the ship draws near, it’s pretty clear that it’s Wyveronian. The flag’s stylized red dragon against the black background tells me as much, as does the ship’s name emblazoned on the side: Sea Flame. “At least they’re in human form,” Niko mumbles beside me. “Though, I’m pretty sure I can take ‘em regardless.” I exhale, turning to my Beta. “You’ve never once fought one of them. Hell, you’ve never even seen one of them shifted. Neither have I.”

It pained her that Xenia wasn’t there but she clung on the hope that soon she would hold her daughter again. “Now, I do have a friend I can call with a ship,” Delilah said, stepping back from the table. “Wait, you mean a real ship?” Micah asked, his voice shaking a bit. “Oh, no,” Laurie said, the moment they walked to the shipyard and were introduced to the Black Dahlia. “Alpha…” “I’ll be fine,” Micah said with a short laugh but Laurie couldn’t help but notice his stark expression. “It’s just a ship.”

Liam pulled a long, brass spyglass from his belt and offered it to Dante. “Our western coast outlook just sent out a mayday," Liam said, his expression etched with sheer severity. "The fleet just entered the harbor, Alpha. They didn‘t arrive from the Nightlands; they crossed the ocean.” Dante’s jaw tightened. "Humans?" "No." Liam shook his head. “Wolves. Yet not as we are. Alpha...hoards of them, in hundreds of huge armored warships. And they bear a sigil I have only seen in the pages of the oldest, deepest history tomes.”

The scent of salt and sea reached Althea before the sight of it did. She stepped down from the carriage and froze. Before her stood the grand ship of Lunaris, docked proudly against the wooden pier, its massive hull gleaming despite the winter-gray sky. The vessel was far larger than anything she had imagined. Tall masts rose like sentinels toward the clouds, their dark sails neatly bound, bearing the silver crest of Lunaris that caught the light even in the cold morning. Thick ropes were coiled, and the deck bustled with quiet, disciplined movement as sailors prepared for departure.

The two guards on the gangplank slapped their necks, swayed for a second, and collapsed into a heap of golden armor. "Go," Ashren signaled. I waved my hand. Two hundred refugees of my Onyx Legion emerged from the darkness. They weren't wearing rags anymore. They moved with purpose, boarding the three ships: the Sun’s Fury (the flagship), the Dawn Treader (a transport), and the Gilded Hawk (a fast frigate). I boarded the Sun’s Fury. The deck was pristine teak and brass. It smelled of lemon polish and money. "Get to the bridge," I ordered the corporal. "Start the engines. Keep them low. We drift out until we clear the breakwater."

“It’s actually a new technology he made with runes, it’s only been two years now, but it was already famous in other kingdoms.” “I see…” but something irked Jai as he was reminded of the ruckus in Heruba a few days before. “But why didn’t they use the ship to go to Heruba right away?” Darrion seemed to be confused by that too. “Hmm… Maybe they didn’t think a fight between two group of beasts worthy enough of deploying the flying ship?”

Then a hundred. "Ships," Leo said, his voice cracking. "Vane brought friends. They're surrounding the island. Not attacking yet. Just... waiting." I zoomed in on the screen. Black ships. No flags. But I recognized the symbol on their hulls—a silver scale, balanced but tipped to one side. The Council's Harvest Fleet. "They're here for the children," I said. "They knew we'd drop the shield." Vane's voice crackled over a hidden speaker. "Rose, dear. Did you really think I'd let you run? I have fifty ships. You have fifty children. The math is simple."

They close their eyes to the onion. The port was as crowded as Davos had ever known it. Every dock teemed with sailors loading provisions, and every inn was packed with soldiers dicing or drinking or looking for a whore . . . a vain search, since Stannis permitted none on his island. Ships lined the strand; war galleys and fishing vessels, stout carracks and fat-bottomed cogs. The best berths had been taken by the largest vessels: Stannis's flagship Fury rocking between Lord Steffon and Stag of the Sea, Lord Velaryon's silver-hulled Pride of Driftmark and her three sisters, Lord Celtigar's ornate Red Claw, the ponderous Swordfish with her long iron prow. Out to sea at anchor rode Salladhor S