Deltarune Vessel Novels & Stories

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.

“Its weakness is light. But there needs to be enough of it to get rid of it completely. My vision had split into two. On one hand, Lila defeats it, but it doesn’t show me how. She defeats it and restores the nation. On the other hand, she dies and the nation falls once the vessel rises.” “If we can’t warn them of this danger, what can we do?” Drake asked loudly; Xander could feel his frustration. “It sounds like we are doomed regardless. If that vessel is created, we are all going to die.” “Not necessarily. If the vessel is created, its main target is the other Volana wolves. It’ll want to be the only one to exist. Then, it will take control of the nation and rule it alongside darkness,” Elo

“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.

Just that line, repeated once every thirteen seconds. We didn’t speak. Just turned and stared at each other, and then at the horizon. Delta Verge had gone quiet. The spire gone, the machines melted back into myth. But this was something new. Or old. Or both. We returned to the house and powered up the flier again. Dust thick on the hull, but systems still clean. Raven had patched in her own rogue OS before she left—subtle, elegant, and slightly sarcastic. A system that no longer obeyed the Chorus, but remembered it.

“HEY, RUNE, HAVE YOU MET this Sven Rosworth in person? I mean, your best friend is working for him, right?” Rune turned to Riven De Villalune who was sitting beside her. He was the youngest member of Tactica’s Cyber Security Team and came from Ivslight, the realm of the humans. Calix brought him here to set up the materials for this meeting. She frowned when she saw the crooked, black-rimmed glasses that almost cover his face. She fixed it for him and the young man mumbled a ‘thank you’.

"Current is fighting us, General! It’s like the water wants to push us away!" "It’s a ward," Ashren said, standing beside me. He was soaked to the bone, his hair plastered to his forehead. "Old magic. Repulsion runes." "Can we break it?" "We don't break it," Ashren said, looking at the towering cliffs disappearing into the mist. "We ride it. Pike! Cut the engines to quarter power! Let the current take the prow, then punch it when I say!" It was a terrifying maneuver. We drifted toward a razor-sharp rock, the waves tossing the massive warship like a toy. Just as we were about to crash, Ashren roared, "Now!"

The sea smelled of salt, rot, and memory. Waves lashed against the shore as Aria stood at the edge of a cliff, gazing out over the stretch of dark water that hid what remained of Virellan. Somewhere beneath the churning surface lay the second Vein—an ancient river of flame swallowed by the sea when the Crescent Wars tore the land apart. Behind her, the others waited: Kael in his wolf-forged armor, Lena with the relic map rolled beneath her arm, and Tarek sharpening his twin crescent blades. The Rootbound scouts lingered on the edges of the cliffside, clearly uneasy.

Under the river, there were endless lives, including many creatures of the Sea Tribe. The Sea Tribe, the Sea Python, the Sea Demon Black Tortoise, the Bloodthirsty Sea Demon, etc.... Every one of them was a creature with matchless. Anyone who encountered them, unless they were Powerhouse Cultivators, would have no chance of surviving. This was precisely the case. If one wanted to pass through this place, they had to choose some powerful ships. Golden Dragon Ship! This was a giant ship chosen by Zephyr Khan and Widow Scorpion. It was thousands of meters long and 100 meters wide. It was a colossus.