Novel & Cerita Deltarune Vessel

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

But, it had to do with both for sure. The Alpha King took a long glance at his innocent queen before leaving to prepare strategies with his soldiers. Another two ships were behind him and he was sure his Gamma and Delta would do a great job with some of his assistance through the mind link. It was dark and freezing. The waves were high enough to frighten a troubled Wren; after the long rest she took, the young Luna stood at the front of the ship looking for the first time into the immense untamed sea. It looked big, bigger, and deeper than anything she saw or experienced.

Laryn says as the others run past Dmitri. A few moments later Laryn runs back down carrying a halberd. I feel utterly useless. Dragon fire will kill a shifter and vampire. We are at a complete disadvantage and have no way to help our friends. The best we can do is protect the children with our lives. Dmitri hands me the egg. "We need a secure room with a low ceiling. If that beast escapes the dragons we don't have a chance if he shifts."

When he was gone I turned back to Trent. “When is the meeting?” I asked. “This weekend,” Trent said. “That doesn’t leave us with much time,” I said. “No, it doesn’t,” Trent said. “How many Deltas do we have here at Dark Moon?” I asked. “There are four, Alpha,” Trent answered. “If their are four Deltas, that would mean that the surrounding lands are split into four… You will be my acting Gamma until Mavelin takes her place as Gamma. At that point, you will take the title and rank of Head Delta,” I said.

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 ~

"You're not, but I angered that vessel because of my shield and resistance. He will try and deceive me using you. So don't be a burden." Ritian nodded sagely. His voice let down and a little pitiful, "I came to help you, you know." "I know." Wenren lowered his lashes. "That's why I ran to the entrance to get you." __________ Wenren knew that Ritian can't feel the looming force three steps behind them. The vessel is uniquely strong and agile. As if it was not just a vessel... it has a mission, and the will to complete it. Wandering vessels doesn't have their own will and they can't occupy a human's body. Vessels are easily distracted, no matter how high their level of cultivation is. Unless a