Deltarune Ships Novels & Stories

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.

Charles glanced at the huge cruise ship and the eight battleships around him, saying, “Don’t do anything stupid. Just look at those battleships. Can ordinary people have battleships as escorts? You should think about how to treat Philip and Wynn from now on.” Martha rolled her eyes at him and said, “That goes without saying. Philip is my son now. I must treat him well!” Charles shook his head and helplessly followed the servant in front of him. The Shadow Squadron and 1,000 Dragon Knights boarded the cruise ship. The 1,000 Dragon Knights stood guard around the cruise ship. The Shadow Guards were also scattered everywhere. After arranging everyone’s accommodation, the cruise ship blew the whi

“Mr. de Luca. Soon we will reach the coast of Cartagena. Please board the ship that I have prepared,” said Varco, an accomplice to Captain Pascale de Luca. Because to reach the beach, it takes a smaller boat so that they can reach the land without getting wet at all. Their big ship will have difficulty if they intend to dock because there is no dock at all. Taking his small binoculars from his pocket, then he took aim at an island that was not far from their big ship. From a distance, it appears that there are only one or two people passing by on the beach. And upon closer inspection, they were witches with distinctive copper-red hair.

Holding her hand as we walked merely confirmed it. - "Oh, look!" she said, as we went down the hill toward the docks. "A fleet coming in!" Half a dozen sleek warships were gliding into harbour, with flags raised. A successful run, then. Three of the ships belonged to Inavar the Wolf. The others were independent captains, no doubt happy to sail under his banner. The return of a fleet like this was a major occasion for the city. There would be plunder to be unloaded, catalogued and appraised. An auction would follow, in a few days. There would also be business for the taverns and brothels as the sailors spent their shares.

"We have a situation at the southern border outposts. Three hours ago, a fleet of dreadnoughts breached the southern mist-barrier of our territorial waters. They do not fly the banners of the southern rogue factions, nor do they carry the sigils of any known shifter pack on this continent." Aurelia stepped forward, her golden eyes narrowing. "Commander, describe their ships." "They're enormous, of petrified black mahogany, reinforced with crimson steel," Marcus reported, jaw clenched. "Their sails are pitch black, woven with blood-red crests depicting a serpent coiled around a eclipsed sun. They have dropped anchor in the Bay of Whispers, and their envoy is already marching up the King's Roa

There is 4 total ships that would be involved in the Inspection tour from Aeternum Central Shark City to the Eloesa City, with the public aims is to inspect the river routes and also delivering a few important items from the Aeternum Mainland to the Kingdom of Eloesa. There is only a single modern ships in the entire fleet of 4, that modern ship is the Coastal Patrol ship types from the Coast Guard, of which that I bought on earth before, the ship were fully geared up and armed to the teeth, ready for combat. As for the other 3 ships were the slow moving medieval wooden ships caravel, naturally it was all fitted with Magic Sails, for a bit faster movement. Yes, the Sail were magically enchan

Each of them gathered around one of the design tables, and began to work together to build what seemed to be a large drone. Raijin had named her corvette Maetel’s Lament, based on her mother’s absolute favorite manga from when she was Raijin’s age. She considered it her tribute to her family back on Earth. The corvette also had her own dedicated pilot and copilot pair. Of course, they didn’t need their own engineer, considering there were a number of them aboard already. The fourth and largest ship to the fleet was a sleek and curvy destroyer, which they aptly named the Raven’s Refuge. The destroyer itself was created by the de Jardins, specifically by their official ship manufacturing branc

“Luna Gena wanted to control the situation so she closed off a deal with another pack. To release one of our ships to the other pack.” That was it. I was hanging by a thread now. Just one more, and everything would snap. I never lost shipments, I never lost workers and suddenly I did? “And ….and it was our last ship,” he added. My eyes widened. “What?!” My alpha voice boomed across the room, sending the door slamming shut in a bang. Darknile's pack had seven ships and suddenly, all of it was gone? “Where is she?!” I growled, and Percy immediately stood up and pointed to the east wing.

Damon then widened her legs properly and began thrusting into Shandel, pounding away at her V. "All hands disembark, offload all and every weapon, and get the injured back to Amarok the Grey as fast as possible," the boatswain of Lycan's Wrath barked at the werewolves onboard the ship and the lieutenants relayed the orders across the ship as the battle barge beached upon the shores of Werekult. "Omegas," the boatswain beckoned to Damon's bodyguards. "Yes boatswain" the Omegas growled in unison.

"Kaelor, look at the signatures of the ships above." "What am I looking at?" "They aren't Aethelgard ships. Those are Navia hulls. Steam-engines and salvaged iron." Aradaa’s heart sank. "It’s the humans. A 'New Republic.' They aren't trying to claim the ship... they’re trying to kill the 'Beast in the Deep.' They’re afraid of us." "Those are our people!" Kaelor shouted. "Why are they dropping fire on our heads?" A new signal pulsed on the sonar—a familiar, sharp encryption.