Undertale Ships Novels & Stories

The fall was not a drop; it was a horizontal grinding. A huge ship like the Aurelian's Ghost does not fall like a stone. When it let go of the gate-house it settled into the riverbed with a loud screeching sound of metal on rock. The three-hundred-mile trench that Elara's reverse current had made became a slide. Without water to float it, or salt-brine to cushion its hull, the ship was a big metal object sliding down a rocky slope, driven by gravity and its own dead weight.

Its edges were curled with heat, the script shifting like molten iron beneath the surface. Maya didn’t speak. She knew what they were nearing. The Sixth Tide. And worse—the betrayal that made it real. --- The Iron Salt wasn’t an island. It was a graveyard. Hundreds of broken ships drifted in a perfect circle, chained together by coral-grown anchors. Fragments of weapons jutted from masts. Statues of half-forgotten gods stood cracked on shattered decks. Some ships were made of steel, others of bone. One, drifting slowly to starboard, appeared to be carved from teeth.

The scene projected wasn't a memory; it was happening now. The black ships we had seen on the horizon had reached the shore. They weren't empty. They were packed with Shadows, not the ink-monsters from the woods, but people. Thousands of them. They were pale, translucent versions of everyone the Shop had ever 'audited' or deleted. The ships were docking at the base of the North-Point Lighthouse. "They aren't coming to fight," I realized, watching the wall. "They're coming to Checkout."

And as Aris looked at her terminal, her face went white. ​“Elara... the 'Needle-Ships' aren't drifting anymore,” she whispered. “They’ve formed a new 'Pattern.' They’re not retreating to the stars. They’re landing at the 'Tundra-Base.' They’re going for the nurseries.” ​The biological debt had just come due. We had saved the heart, but the Architects were going for the lungs.

Casto turned to face her. All of these for a jewel? It definitely had to be really important to her. I had heard stories of vampires always hunting for jewels, and not just any kind of jewels, they hunted for daylight Jewels. It allowed them to move aliens in the day and If Casto had managed to get his hands on one, it was worth billions already and that most likely explained why the vampires cooperated with him. They had no use for me, it was Casto all along. I suspected Talia’s mother blabbed about my existence to Casto because she knew who I was and was loyal to her birth pack and she managed to talk Brenda into siding with her.

“They were supposed to be heading for Everlasting End. Nobody expected they’d come back with an even bigger army. Let alone coming here.” “Wait, hold up,” Wilt said. “You said there are seventy-two landships. How’s that possible? Did the raiders have twenty-two landships lying around in Ashpile?” Chief Hassan shook his head. “No, they’re from mercenary guilds. The Eagles hired ten of the finest along with their landships using the loot they plundered in Ashpile.” Again, we were bewildered. My heart sank as fear crept under the skin. “So now they’re back to being number two,” Katie exclaimed to her dismay.

Elliot also noticed the submarines' movements, and shortly after, an explosion occurred beneath the sea, causing several ships in the area to retreat. Gale clenched his teeth and commented, "I think there's a battle happening underwater." Kharel nodded and stared at the ocean waves for a few moments. After that, he noticed several ships carrying other kingdoms that repeatedly appeared to be swaying and even seemed unstable in their speed. One of the ships was even almost capsized by a large wave that hit the ship, which Kharel did not know which kingdom it came from. "We're not the only ones having problems," Kharel muttered, frowning.

“Do you really want to die without ever telling her that?” *** Laurel’s deck rocks softly under my feet, buoyed by the rapids of the Grayhead. Hana stands a few feet away, proud at the helm of her ship. One of several dozen folks from Tarrin who nearly tripped over themselves to loan their boats to the cause when we asked. Every scrap of leather armor, mostly from the closets of Queen Maris and the rebel lords, has gone to them; they will be the only humans in the battle.

Not from the predator. It was a hum. A single, resonant, harmonious note. A ship dropped out of a jump directly between us and the void-predator. It was the vessel we had seen once before, the one woven from a basket of light. Elara's ship. But it was not alone. Flanking it were a dozen other vessels—Kael's Stalwart Friend, now scarred and battle-hardened, and others we recognized from the freed worlds. Ships of crystal, of living wood, of solidified sound. The First Chapter.

and for that you will need a crew. Trevor: Wait, I will need papers... clearances. Bob: I have that covered; you just need to sign on the dotted line. Bob hands Trevor a file-case. The case contains two things; a blueprint for a star-carrier type ship, and a ship's core log. Bob: I am hiding The ITALICA in that... you name her using the core log. Trevor: Six subparts that hide a battle cruiser... detachable and can fly alone when needed.