Deltarune Vessel Novels & Stories

It wasn’t attacking it was reaching for my hands. Because if it touched me If our storms actually met That would be it. The merge would start again, but this time with the vessel instead of Aria. I stumbled back. Aria screamed my name. Ares lunged, grabbing the vessel’s arm gold blasting from his palms and for a heartbeat the vessel’s body flickered, glitching between silver and fractured light. “Ares get away!” I shouted. He didn’t. He held on harder. “Run!” he snarled. “Both of you RUN!”

Amelia and Gabriel vowed. "Amelia, the nets!" Gabriel called out over the din of clashing weapons and roars. "Got it!" Amelia's voice cut through the chaos as she gestured to her crew. They scrambled, untying the heavy ropes they had prepared for just such a moment. "Pack! Formation Delta! Protect them at all costs!" Gabriel's command sent his werewolves into a defensive ring around the sailors as they worked, their claws ready to intercept any threat. The sea serpent, a colossal beast with scales like midnight and eyes glowing with malice, thrashed in the shallows, its tail sweeping dangerously close. Amelia watched the trajectory of the lashing appendage, calculating.

The vessel, painted entirely in vantablack to evade satellite detection, cut through the mountainous ocean waves like a mechanical leviathan. The deck was swarming with dozens of identical Vanguard mercenaries, all armed and waiting in the torrential downpour. Julian was unceremoniously hauled out of the pod by two guards, screaming in agony as his shattered knee dragged across the non-slip deck plating. Dante and Elara stood back-to-back in the pouring rain, surrounded by an army of elite killers, trapped on a ghost ship in the middle of a raging ocean storm, realizing they had simply traded an underwater tomb for a floating fortress.

Julian (eyes distant): “You do now. That’s why we train. Not for power. For them.” Celeste (sketching with finger): Rune glowed, sank into skin—warm like Elowene’s hand. HUD: Rune Learned: Vital Surge (Wrist Tattoo) Cooldown: 23h 59m Seras (leaning over): “Can I get one? For my little brother. He’s sick.” Julian (nodding): “After school. I’ll teach you.”

"The 'Gilded Cage' only works if we’re willing to step outside of it when the forest is on fire. Marcus, get the ARTHUR V ready. We’re going to the Tano Basin tonight." The chapter ends with the Kraken being hoisted out of its crate, its mechanical arms glistening under the laboratory lights, a student’s dream turned into a Union’s last hope. The Echo Chamber was finally screaming back. The ARTHUR V, a heavy-lift support vessel with a hull seasoned by the salt of the Atlantic, cut through the swells of the Gulf of Guinea with a purpose that felt like a war footing. The deck was a hive of activity, but the atmosphere was clandestine. To the crew and the Union observers on board, this was a ro

"The Siren-Dampers are powered by a central steam-core in the belly of the ship. If we can introduce a kinetic-wild feedback loop into the pressure valves, the entire null-field will collapse. But someone has to get inside. Into the heat." "We’ll do it," Runa said, spinning her bone-daggers. She looked at Damon, whose golden armor was blackened by smoke but whose eyes remained fixed on her with a terrifying intensity. "Damon knows the southern vents, and I know how to crawl through things that don't want me there. We’ll be the rats in his engine." "It’s a suicide mission, Runa," I said, grabbing her arm. Runa grinned, a feral, beautiful expression. "Better to die a rat than live in a cage ma

They read from a blood-stained scroll—one delivered by a raven, bearing Ceryn’s personal crest. One of the council elders read “By decree of the South, I invoke the Blood Claim. The Alpha has fallen. His chosen Luna ‘Ceryn’ shall rise. The Vessel now belongs to me. Her power is no longer shiftless but now renowned, she will either submit to me or be broken.” — Ceryn, Luna of BlueCrest pack The whole council went completely silent. One word hung in the air, loud enough and sharp as a blade: “Vessel.”

Jasmine's POV~ I fought in the thick of it, my knife pinning a guard to the wall, my bones broken, my muscles screaming at the effort of staying alive. Elara and Lyra were flanked on the central altar, twin wolf power surging as one and blinding, their hazel eyes glowing, hopeful and dangerous, their blood being pumped through silver tubes and powering the crimson runes of the Phase Shift ritual as they throbbed like a living, breathing heart across the cylinder. Julian’s collapse not far away, fallen and blood spreading out of a silver-bladed gash, Julian against the Bloodhound and their enemy’s Vellex wolves there at the frantic vibration of the lab on its nearly splintering foundation shi

PRIMARY VESSEL: KAEL DRAVEN. My heart stopped. And beneath it, in letters that seemed to bleed across the stone, appeared the final sentence: REUNIFICATION WILL BEGIN IN THREE MINUTES.

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.