Deltarune Vessel Novels & Stories

She asked. “We eat and sleep.” Froster replied. “Figures” she thinks to herself, not wanting to confuse or perhaps anger her new squad. As expected, her voltiirs were ready, standing in position by their assigned steamboat, the Wilhelmina. No crew was present. “We will be piloting the craft?” Aster asked, looking around for any nearby sailors. “Yes mam, DragonWolves are trained in vehicular navigation and maintenance.” The one who replied was a young Orsim woman, fairly short but well built for her height.

They're native to the floating shards that orbit the Core Sea, and they're said to be able to walk through shadows when properly trained. The people of the caravan are just as varied and exotic. I see Varellan nomads with their crystalline skin-markings, Marshborn with subtle gill-slits along their necks, even a pair of Runeborn whose skin glows faintly with etched symbols of power. They eye Kael and me with a mixture of curiosity and wariness as we help load supplies and tend to the wounded. No one speaks to us directly. Not yet. I'm given a spot in one of the supply wagons—a cramped space filled with crates of trade goods, bolts of fabric, and mysterious items wrapped in oilcloth. A young

They fought for me because I was the only predator vicious enough to break them. "The western fleet is fully loaded, Alpha," Captain Vance murmured, stepping out from the shadow of the iron pillars. He, too, had been remade by the brutality of this continent. A jagged scar ran from his temple to his jaw, a reminder of the crossing we had barely survived. "Three thousand Oakhaven wolves. The new silver-tipped ballistas are mounted on the longships. The merchant vessels we seized from the Northern trade lanes provided enough grain to feed the vanguard for a six-month siege."

Two fin-like structures ran along the underside, currently tucked against the hull. Seraphine’s eyes went huge. “It’s… it’s… pretty…” Rian whispered, “It’s a death torpedo with wings…” Kael honestly looked impressed. “I like it.” Selene tilted her head. “Functional and dangerous. I approve.” Alessia stepped closer, running gloved fingers along the hull. The ship vibrated faintly beneath her touch. Kade shivered. “It has a resonance core. Luminous-heavy. That thing is practically alive.”

Alpha Darnell barks out, as he fully exits the vehicle, his alpha aura pushing forward, I even feel it in the back of the car. “Apologies Alpha Darnell, we didn’t recognise the car.” One of the warriors shrinks under Darnell’s aura. “That’s because it is new.” He flippantly scoffs out before turning his back on the suspecting warriors and opening the back seat door for me. He places a handout for me to take, and I do. I had to play along, I must make it seem I was still on his side…until I got Alma out. “Welcome to the White Moon pack Runa.” He smiles out at me, his eyes roaming the length of

We should try. “Try,” I say quietly. The runes begin to glow as they morph and turn, and just when I feel they’re about to become whole again, they explode, throwing Enrique against the far wall. Dad instantly shields the two women, as stone flies everywhere. I hear a few bones break at the impact, but looking at Enrique, he seems fine, his eyes glowing gold. Delsanra now looks up, her red eyes full of pain. She’s been in demon form since we made our way down, the image of pure tragedy and beauty.

We were all lost in thoughts and Rune had an expression of defeat on her face. “Alpha Jake, in the past few years I learned the profession of pack healer. I may be useful to your pack. Could you grant me and my son and friends permission to stay in Grey Moon?” Rune pleaded, gazing at Darren, who was staring directly at me. Determination burned in his gaze. “Of course.” Who am I to stand in the way of a Moon Goddess match? “I suppose that Darren has already provided you and your friends with comfortable accommodations?” “Yes, thank you Alpha.” Rune smiled.

"Damn it, Ethan, I've had enough. I've seen this vessel, and they are in my custody." "So the rumours were right," Alpha Rutherford spoke. He always liked being addressed by his title and last name. "Why are you still keeping this vessel? This is upsetting the already delicate power balances within our pack, it's unacceptable!" He objected to it. "This vessel has to be killed, it can't be alive." "I totally agree with Alpha Rutherford, it's unacceptable! Said vessel possesses a power that is too much for someone to have, it has to be taken away, and killing the vessel is the right choice!" Nathan supported.

"The Library is the lungs of the world. If it stops breathing, the truth dies. And when the truth dies, the Shop returns. Always." As the first light of dawn touched the Sea of Glass, Nara brought us a new vessel. It wasn't the swan-boat; it was a narrow, sharp-nosed skiff made of dark obsidian. "This is a Void-Runner," Nara explained. "It doesn't float on the water; it slides through the gaps between the reflections. It is the only thing fast enough to reach the Western Peaks before the Audit is finalized." We boarded in silence. Elara sat at the front, her hand resting on the obsidian hull. Cian and Mina huddled together in the middle, wrapped in their invisible capes. I took the helm.

A single, isolated vector in the Celtic Sea—one of our primary transit corridors—turned a flat, warning crimson. "It's the Vane Vanguard," Kincaid said, leaning over my shoulder, his professional calm cracking as he read the telemetry. "One-hundred and eighty thousand tons of containerized cargo en route from Rotterdam to Halifax. She’s carrying Vane Global's largest early-quarter shipment of high-value industrial manufacturing components." The crimson line representing the ship's path was bending. The vessel was executing a hard, automated turn to the south, steering directly toward a restricted, French-controlled military transit corridor. This was a sharp, deliberate course deviation, ent