Deltarune Vessel Novels & Stories

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."

Ditto buddy! “What? You can fly over the river as a wolf?” I shot. “Almost, I am one of the fastest wolves in Astoria,” Kent said. Not bragging but just like it was a fact. “Why don’t you transform and I hop on your back? I can hold on pretty tight.” I suggested. Kent turned to me slowly. He looked beyond angry. “How dare you!” “What?” I asked, confused. “How dare you ask an Alpha to be your mule? I have never, will never, let anyone ride my back.” He explained further.

“I'm surprised none of the boats moving around the neighboring island recently didn’t pick you up.” “We didn’t see any boats,” Victor said. “Just a big shark,” I added. “You poor dears.” Cathy picked up her shopping bags. “We must unload the boat and get ready for the storm. Then I’ll make you a decent meal.” “When can we leave?” I asked. Alex, Lana, and Harry have to be worried sick about us. “You’ll have to wait until after the storm passes,” Arthur replied. “What storm?” Victor asked. “Hurricane Della,” Arthur answered. “It changed course and is coming this way. If you two are up to it, we could use some help getting ready.”

Althea watched the familiar towers slowly recede into the distance. The journey would take them straight toward the terravane docks. The route was intentional. Terravane lay at the southern edge of Velmora, its harbors open to the sea, making it the fastest passage to Lunaris by water. Lunaris’s ship waited there, already prepared. Inside the carriage, Gavriel sat across from her at first, broad shoulders relaxed but his posture unmistakably weary. After only a few moments, he shifted closer. I’m cold,” he said simply.

They opened the gate. Saoirse poured the heat. Tristan amplified it. He channeled the energy into the runes carved into the deck. Violet light exploded from the hull. The water beneath the ship began to boil. Steam erupted in massive clouds. The Banshee rose. It shuddered, groaned, and lifted out of the water. Five feet. Ten feet. Fifty. "Steady!" Vane roared, fighting the wheel as the ship swung in the air. "She handles like a pregnant cow!"

"The return-line is reversing! It’s not pulling from the south anymore, the western ridge is sucking the voltage out of the ship's frame!" "I can't " Elara gasped. Her teeth were clicking hard. A hairline fracture opened in her lip and leaked a drop of pale silver-tinted blood. "The log... It’s not an index, Jasmine. It’s an anchor. If I break the contact now the dreadnought’s turbines will spin backward. It’ll drop the five thousand tons of this hull straight down into the archive cellars." Damon did not use the stairs. He jumped over the railing in a single, massive vault, his human form blurred for a second into the furred silhouette of the Alpha. His gold eyes were fixed on the western r

The vessel was unmarked, moving with a speed that suggested heavy military grade turbines. "That’s the Lazarus delivery system," Marcus Hale’s voice piped in, sounding strained and muffled from the safe house floor. "The one your father funded, Ocean. The one that carries the chemical imprint. If that ship reaches the coastline, the timer on the handset doesn't matter. The protocol initiates automatically."

And for the first time— he looked afraid of me too. “You cannot complete the seal,” he said sharply. Kael turned toward him immediately. “Why not?” The Architect’s silver eyes darkened. “Because the seal requires both vessels.” Silence crashed through the clearing. My stomach dropped. Both vessels. Slowly— horribly— I looked at Damion. Golden light flickered beneath his skin. Valir. The Flamebearer. Recognition spread across his face too. The creature’s voice entered the bond one final time.

“I didn’t know that was possible without a vessel.” I open my eyes wide at her confession when she explains that the Dragon’s Lament, her husband’s boat, is a void crossing vessel. “It’s what makes it so fast on sea, it folds the distance between two locations like…folding a sheet.” “It’s based on old Solarian tech,” Daax reveals as he enters the room, joining the conversation. “There isn’t another vessel like it on this planet. I’m not sure that there ever was. It was all theoretical until my uncle constructed the ship.”