Deltarune Vessel Novels & Stories

“Three months.” “Fine!” Una didn’t take it seriously. She just wanted to go in and see all the changes when she was gone and lay out an impeccable plan. Una realized that a mere rampage here would not suffice. She hated the wolf nation. But she didn’t want to murder innocent citizens and children who had nothing to do with her revenge. “All right. Deal.” Drite flicked his finger, and suddenly a blue shimmering circular rune appeared. “Open your hands. I want to make sure our contract is binding.”

Rune’s POV The pack was ruckus as we got down. The delta guards were ushering the women and kids safely into the bunkers, but that didn’t stop them from looking completely terrified. I rushed towards the packhouse where my people stayed and found them all dressed up for the occasion. Some strapped knives in their boots, while others sharpened their daggers. They all had grim faces on. We all knew what was at stake–our survival. Devon was here to destroy us and wipe us out. He wanted to start the pack all over again, and this time, he wanted to be Alpha. Knowing that the Celestial Trinity would never acknowledge him even though he took the crown from me, he resorted to the only option he had;

​The Vane’s Legacy II didn't just drift anymore; it resonated. ​Following the liberation of the Sombrero-Core, the ship’s hull had taken on a new texture, a shimmering, pearlescent obsidian that seemed to pull light from the surrounding stars and store it in the "Aether-Veins." Kaelen Vane stood at the center of the bridge, his hands folded behind his back, looking out at the "Great Dark", the massive, empty expanse between the Sombrero Galaxy and the Whirlpool Nebula.

I questioned when his eyes returned to their normal color. “Yeah, it works just fine. Will you be swearing her in as the Delta female and seeing if we can give her the pack-link too?” he asked as he looked in the direction of the packhouse. I turned to see Dara walking towards the training grounds with a coffee mug in hand and a bag hanging from her arm. “Yes, if she is willing to try to establish the pack-link and is willing to accept her rightful position as Delta Female,” I replied, accepting the mug of coffee from Dara. “Luna Delania said two creams, two sugars, Alpha. And yes, as Mitchum’s mate, I would be honored to accept my place as Delta Female of Skatom Mochain,” Dara said, wrappin

Three of the ship's seven hangars were exposed to the desert wind, and a gaping hole into the ship's side revealed where the nuke had first impacted it. Somewhere in that mess was the proof we needed to expose Draco and Axion once and for all. If we made it inside the vessel, every glimpse of its inner workings was another weapon again Axion. With newly made openings in three of the ship's sides, entry wouldn't be a problem. It was getting there and securing the area that would be tough. I strode along the catwalk, staring down at the mechs below. Besides my Spartan, I'd been given new mechs, just like the others. A Predator, a Valkyrie, a Veles, a Sentinel and my Spartan, each waiting for b

We had to make a move. “Mobilize the Delta Unit. Engage from a distance. Avoid close combat for as long as possible,” I ordered. “Luna, half the Delta Unit can take on two vampires.” “Do not underestimate them, Rigel. Two vampires can easily slaughter a pack if they’re high-ranking.” “Do not underestimate my team, Luna,” he said. I could see him smirk. His team? “I’m sorry.” I heard a crumbling sound. Opening my eyes, I saw that he had punched the wall outside, a small cloud of cement dust clouding his fist.

“Yes. The Inhumane Empire across the ocean… the Yorub-an ocean… “ The Yorub-an ocean known to be the largest and the deepest sea in their world only few Humanes having the potency to journey that far were able to explore it however out of exhaustion with unfavorable winds and lack of sustainable provisions they fell into the deep sea thinking they'd be devoured by the sea creatures they heard from the horrifying sea tell tales existing inside the sea only to be saved by something massive that freely moves on it. Wait a minute the paper I took near the Inhumane’s village I noticed it’s a construction of something that as the functions of flight when been operated… “Is it true that they have a

But the peace was shattered before it could take root. A shadow fell over the ravine, blotting out the already dim moonlight. We looked up to see a massive vessel—a Vanguard "Harvester" class ship—descending from the clouds. It was silent, its engines shrouded in sound-dampening fields, its hull a dark, monolithic slab of obsidian. The air around us began to buzz. A high-frequency hum filled the canyon, a sound that made my teeth ache. "What is that?" Dominic asked, his head snapping up, his Alpha instincts screaming danger.

It was Kai. Evryn turned from the Core and raced upward—barely touching the ground as she moved. When she reached the control deck, Elara was already armed, and Kai stood at the main interface. Aurex’s signal had reappeared. But it was fragmented—overlaid with static and screams. “Gate breach in 30 seconds,” Elara said tightly. Evryn nodded. The breach shimmered—then exploded outward. And from the light emerged a fleet. Ships—black and silver, impossible in design, unfurling like petals of a clockwork flower.

Last time I saw Fenrir, they were royal purple, like molten amethyst under the moonlight. Kassian’s wolf, Fenrir, is a stark contrast to Rowan’s Rune. Fenrir is larger, faster, stronger—an overwhelming force of raw power and ferocity that Rune, with his quieter, more agile presence, could never match. Yet, it isn’t just size or strength that sets them apart. It’s their eyes—those unmistakable marks of their deviance. Fenrir’s were a regal, commanding royal purple, while Rune’s shimmered a softer, almost ethereal lilac. Together, the Draven brothers were known for this rare and legendary trait. No shifter alive could mistake them—their wolves’ eyes were their signature.