Deltarune Vessel Novels & Stories

Rachel asked and I had to laugh at her expression. "My magical globe. I control the water. ..and also practice witchcraft. It was a talent from my Nana. That was how I got here. I can open portals that can lead u anywhere" She announced "Aren't you just lucky?" Rachel mumbled again. "So now you are here, you found Rosella, what next?" That was the exact thing on my mind. "Well I have to take her home. That's why I'm here in the first place. To bring her back to her Homeland"

Her eyes flicked briefly to me—just long enough for me to notice the subtle hum beneath my skin, like water reacting to a tide it recognized. “This way,” she added. From the airport, we were taken straight to the docks. The city faded behind us, replaced by wide stretches of open water where the sea shifted from deep blue to a luminous turquoise. Anchored at the edge of the pier was a vessel unlike any ship I'd seen before. Its hull was smooth and pearlescent, shaped as if carved by waves rather than tools. Runes glowed faintly along its sides, pulsing in time with the tide.

XAVIER “Look! Look! Are you seeing this?!” Dolphins. Rune stared at them like they were a wonder of nature. Excitement and childlike wonder shone in her eyes, pure, unguarded. She glowed, like the moon itself clothed her in its beauty. I'd seen a lot in my life. A genocide. Deaths. Blood, on others, on me. Marcella's hatred burning everything I touched. But this? Rune, my mate, glowing under the moonlight, laughing at dolphins like the world wasn't full of evil?

“We are all allies in this endeavor. For now.” ​The preparations for the voyage were a whirlwind of noise and motion. The West’s flagship, The Albatross, was brought into the dry docks, its hull reinforced with obsidian plates and etched with jade runes. Leo and Elara worked side by side, their arguments turning into a strange, frantic symphony of innovation. They were building a ship that shouldn’t exist: a vessel that could sail the air, the sea, and the spaces in between.

--- **The First Vessel** The ground splits, vomiting a monolith of fused bone and tarnished silver. It's a ship's prow, its figurehead a woman with my face and the Rotmother's grin, her arms outstretched in offering or supplication. Eden traces the glyphs etched into her torso-First Wolf runes, their edges blurred by time. "A Vessel," he says. "They used these to traverse the Veil before it frayed." His scars flare as he reads the script. "This one carried a Stormbearer. It... didn't end well."

I said before someone cut me off. “It is her duty as the vessel to protect us and create balance…why are we protecting her instead?,” “Her power could be corrupted, and with Darius being Throne Varkul. We are definitely not safe,” “We definitely going to be safe the vessel and the Alpha just need make a deal with him…,” “Stop being selfish…,” “We are all selfish, if we win the war which we aren't going to win because the vessel is incapable to use her power…the other pack will bow to us if we win…,”

They just turned their red eyes toward me, their bodies beginning to vibrate with a high-pitched, harmonic hum. "The Vessel is here," they whispered in unison, their voices echoing the 001-Prototype. "The Stabilization is at hand." "Not yet," I growled. I unleashed the Void. Not as a spear, but as a "Shatter-Wave." I didn't kill them; I disrupted their frequency. Their bodies collapsed into piles of inert, gray mercury as I overrode their "Correction" protocols. Dante took the helm, his golden eyes scanning the holographic navigation systems. "I’ve got the lock. We’re heading for the Grey-Sector canal. Jago! Get your boys on the secondary boats! We’re making a run for the Server!"

A growl rumbled, low and deep, vibrating through the wood. Aella pulled the knife again, pressing her back to the door. Her voice shook, but she tried to sound steady. “Stay behind me.” The growl grew louder. Something slammed against the hut, hard enough to rattle the shelves. And then came his voice. “Raven.” I froze. It wasn’t a rogue. It wasn’t some nameless wolf. It was Rune. “Open the door.” His tone was low, sharp, not a request. A command.

“Come on, sister. Be fair. How about a personal destroyer-class cruiser? I have one docked at the eastern port right now. The Northwind God. I barely touch the steering wheel.” “She does not want your oversized metal tin, Leif,” Zaria cut in smoothly. She pinned the brooch to her lapel. “If Penelope wants a ship, I will give her the Venus. It has twin-turbo engines and spelling wards that can outrun any pack hunter in the hemisphere.” “The Venus has no firepower,” Leif countered, his voice rising as he stepped into Zaria’s space. “My ship can blast a hole through a pack house from three miles out.”

Danica replied, Rune turned and walked towards them, she folded her hands, Danica turned her back to Rune who snapped and the it unzipped itself, under the scary looking tattoo, there was it, the complex tattoo of a Kastor, it can’t be faked, Rune snapped again and the zipper closed up. “So if I betray Alpha Kaiden, I will have the scroll?” Danica nodded “I swear by the oath.” “Hmmm.” Rune hummed as she stretched out her hand, Danica’s joy knew no bound as she also stretched her hand to take Rune’s in an handshake, a gesture to seal their deal.