Deltarune Ships Novels & Stories

THE HUNT BEGINS. ​Leo looked at the horizon. A fleet of UN-branded "Peacekeeper" ships, not Council, but human, was already closing in on the city. ​"We're not billionaires anymore," Leo whispered, his eyes turning a fierce, natural orange. "And we're not just Alphas. We're outlaws."

Noctis and Lunaris ships were already stationed, with the crew lined up in formal ranks. Alessia leaned closer to the window. Her breath caught. It wasn’t just any ships. These were royal fleets. Grand war cruisers from Solaris, decorated with golden phoenix wings. Graceful silver Lunaris skysteel vessels, their runes pulsing quietly. Massive Noctis dreadwings, casting long shadows across the platforms and on the highest deck… “Is that?” Alessia whispered. Eryx nodded grimly. “That’s the Lunaris Royal Flagship, Moonfall and the Noctis Destroyer, Nightblade. The Kings and the Night Court are here already.”

"You're joking, right?" Dad blinked, his eyes narrowing. "Is there something funny about this?" "No, no I just… you've heard the stories…" "Fantasy," he said, rolling his pen over his fingers. "The ships we have now are much faster, safer, very different from the wooden ships still used around Avondale and Breles. Plus, if we are successful, we can convince the Alpha of Breles to contribute to—"

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

~Stargem: Rewrite~ Sephtis' fleet arrived at the Crimson Gate and joined the Blood Fleet. Right behind the legions of ships is the Excelente Class World Destroyer Ship. This ship is powered by four dark magic crystals and is 40,000 km in length (front to back), and has a height of 15-20,000 km. This monstrous ship has a large lazer barrel in front and as the name says, it can destroy worlds. This is only one of the 4 Excelente Class that serve as a flagship of the Forgotten Navy. The ship where Sephtis is, docks inside it and a man can be seen looking down from the hangar observatory deck wearing black robe with a golden sash.

It even erased my fear that it’s the cave of the pirates. After a few minutes, the ship docked in the village meters away from the main. The ship lined together with the other ship and from my left, I saw a ship with a Skeleton Dragon as a symbol of their flag. Ours is an aquatic salamander. “Lady Vienna!!”

Badummm! "You know I'm supposed to kill for shouting like a maniac right?" I said as a matter of fact and he chuckled before pulling me up from the bed to my feet. "Oooh, I see a love ship coming up." Kori said and Isaac whistled. "Let me guess what your ship name would be. Hmmm..Dante and Arietta, should we say...Arite?" Clarry said and I shook my head "How about Riante?" Mouris chipped in.

Cassian steps forward, laying his hand over Wren's on the balustrade, grey eyes burning with fierce, unguarded pride as he watches his daughter stand calm and small before a creature large enough to have leveled the whole estate a minute earlier. "They won't stop running until they reach their home ports." His voice carries low, satisfied, though something warmer threads underneath the tactical assessment. "Nobody sails back toward a coastline guarded by that." Ronan lowers his rifle fully now, letting the strap settle loose across his shoulder, and lets out a long breath that carries more relief in it than the laugh that follows manages to hide. "Five warships, one collapsed empire, and a s

If I didn’t have him there I’m sure Elijah would have fought for control and dragged me back. “We should send two Deltas from each pack to head southeast to make sure the smaller packs are safe from rogues. If we send them together they’ll be stronger in numbers and if they come across rogues they could defend and protect each other. If anything happens they can choose two Deltas to send back to keep us updated,” I said during one of the meetings. “This is a waste of time!” Dante growled as he slammed his fists against his table. Dante was a fairly young Alpha of a decent-sized pack in the West. I believe his pack is called… The Lagoon pack.

Falkaan leaned over the side of his airship and peered through the spyglass at Lord Borden's airship. Despite the only illumination coming from a half moon, his dark elf eyes could see well enough. There were shadowy figures moving on the deck of the other airship, many of whom looked to be carrying large boxes. "They're running alright," he said to no one in particular. "Lord Delmar certainly knows his enemies." "Orders sir?" Damon asked. The grizzled first officer looked like he was sixty, although he hadn't turned forty yet.