Undertale Ships Novels & Stories

"And if you don’t leave right now, you’ll see just how fast I can make this place flood with werewolves. You might be tough, but you can’t take on hundreds. Try me." Nathan gave a mock bow. "I’ll be waiting for your answer, sweetie," he winked before turning on his heel and leaving. Penny turned to me, still fuming. "I’m dying to know what that was about. But first—tell me about that plan or yours. I need to know you and my niece or nephew are going to be safe." I took a deep breath. "Fine. But my plan depends on your answer. Is there an underground basement at the castle? One only a few people know about?"

the corporal shouted. I watched as our three stolen ships, the Sun’s Fury, the Dawn Treader, and the Gilded Hawk, broke formation. They weren't running. They were diving into the swarm of Northern destroyers like wolves attacking a herd of bison. "They're outnumbered ten to one," I whispered, sweat stinging my eyes. "They can't win a dogfight." "They aren't trying to win," Ashren's voice echoed in my memory. "They’re buying time." "Ground assault!" Jace, the lieutenant in charge of beach defense, cut into the comms. "They’re launching drop pods! They’re coming through the shield!"

I shouted into the glare, I had spotted up to five tiny ships coming towards us with immense speed. They all had black flags on them, designed with human skull as a warning. “Pirates, oh silly human pirates messing around.” “Oh how very great,” Tasha muttered to herself, she threw her orange peels into the water. “Just as I was about to get comfortable and have a good nap.”

Quill's POV “The Shadow Clan has taken your girls in their ship,” Narok started. “And that ship that is called the Crimson Tide. It rarely stays in port for more than two days before disappearing into the sea once more.” “This means that we need to act fast if we are going to have any hope of catching up with the ship,” I told Alpha Robert. I listened carefully to Narok's words, making sure to commit them to memory. “Finally! We have something to work with,” Sir said as we kept listening to Narok.

“Now that’s a much better offer!” she said. “I accept this agreement. You can count on the Temple of Discord to save your hides.” Her holoprojection winked out for a few moments as the space above the whirling hurricane of destruction flashed and warped. One by one, the ships of the Temple of Discord blinked in, their resplendent black and red liveries a sharp contrast to the de Jardin’s noble greens. Of course, each of the ships were emblazoned with their trademark golden apples, clear for all to see.

The vessel, painted entirely in vantablack to evade satellite detection, cut through the mountainous ocean waves like a mechanical leviathan. The deck was swarming with dozens of identical Vanguard mercenaries, all armed and waiting in the torrential downpour. Julian was unceremoniously hauled out of the pod by two guards, screaming in agony as his shattered knee dragged across the non-slip deck plating. Dante and Elara stood back-to-back in the pouring rain, surrounded by an army of elite killers, trapped on a ghost ship in the middle of a raging ocean storm, realizing they had simply traded an underwater tomb for a floating fortress.

We hear the roar of Thypon in the distance. ‘We must all go, now! ‘Towards the ships!’ Damon shouts. We shift into our wolves, and the little orcs and sprites are placed onto our backs. We race along the shoreline until we reach the docks where the ships are anchored. I look at Magnus as we see they have been destroyed. We shift back and cautiously approach. I notice a lot of movement in the water beyond the destroyed ships. ‘There’s something in the water,’ I say, pointing at the ripples.

"We're out. We're actually out." "Look," Jun whispered. Elara wiped her eyes and looked at the long-range Aetheric-Scanner. They weren't alone in the dark. Emerging from the shadow of the moon, and rising from the far side of the planet, were hundreds of other White Ships. They were of different shapes and sizes—some looked like floating cathedrals of glass, others like jagged shards of obsidian—but they all shared the same Architectural-Lineage. "Are those... survivors?" Mina asked, her voice trembling.

They sprinted through the darkness for what felt like miles, their lungs burning from the foul air and exhaustion, until the narrow drainage pipe abruptly opened up into a massive, echoing subterranean cavern. The beam of Noah’s tactical torch cut through the gloom, revealing an ancient, half-collapsed underground shipping dock. Rusted gantry cranes hung precariously over a dark, subterranean canal where black water lapped silently against crumbling concrete pilings. And docked against the rotting wooden pier sat a sleek, unmarked amphibious transport hull—its exterior painted in the matte-black livery of the De Luca syndicate's ghost fleet. A faint, rhythmic amber light pulsed from the vess

"Notify everyone. Expand the ranch. I'll tame more defensive sea beasts." Captain White nodded and left. I stood at the entrance of my shelter and looked out at the calm sea. The undercurrents had already begun to move. Over the next few days, I took people out to search for defensive creatures that could be tamed. In a reef area, I found ironclad crabs. Their shells were as hard as metal. They could reinforce hulls and gnaw through the bottoms of enemy ships. I tamed more than a hundred and had them attach to the undersides of ships around Shallow Bay's perimeter.