All Undertale Aus Novels & Stories

The latter stared at me with fear in his eyes, his hands were shaking as his gaze fell to the floor. “Turns out you aren't good at taking orders after all,” I pointed my gun at him. The sound of bullets darting towards the man's flesh felt good in my ears. I fired several bullets before finally stopping. I left the room with a smirk on my lips. I dialled her number and waited, “I'm done here.” “Excellent job as always, Azalia,” - Meanwhile, Zakael Dela Priego and his friends were having a good time at Lucid Haven. It was Zakael’s birthday and there was no way his friends would let him get away without him spending money and buy them a few drinks.

“The Luna has already called her hunters. They will track the blood, the smoke, and the bond. You can’t hide your connection to him any longer.” Lydia felt herself tense up. Kyle’s jaw tightened in response. “Let them try,” Kyle said defiantly. Rael’s eyes flickered — whether in approval or calculation was difficult to discern. They slipped through the broken gate and ventured into the wilderness. --- 🌒 The Forest of Fallen Echoes The nighttime forest buzzed with otherworldly sounds. Branches cracked although there was no breeze. The air vibrated softly — a remnant of the spirits’ passing lingering in the atmosphere. Fireflies danced in random patterns, disoriented by the change in energy.

After all, work was work. That afternoon, he walked into two small eateries and a coffee shop. Same outcome. Polite smiles, apologies, or no vacancies. He felt so down. By the time the sun dipped lower in the sky, exhaustion weighed heavily on his shoulders. Feeling defeated, Lucas turned toward the road, ready to call it a day. But then his phone buzzed. It was an unknown number. His heart skipped as he answered immediately, hope flickering to life despite himself. “Hello?” “Is this Lucas Westman?” a male voice asked from the other end.

"And why should I trust you?" He smirked. "Watch." Noah turned to the man. "What’s your name?" "Gerry George." My brow twitched. Noah's right, the serum worked. "Who do you work for?" I asked. "We’ve never seen his face. Not even the head scientist has. He always wears a mask. We just call him Boss." I folded my arms, pacing around Gerry like a predator. "Those beasts that attacked the school... what are they?" "The Ultimate Weapon. Transformed rogue wolves. The early versions failed, but recently, we’ve been getting success."

“What is wrong with you?” “She’s covered in paint.” I shrugged and could almost see smoke coming from her ears. This was way too much fun. “You might want to work harder on your image.” She sneered. “Maybe you can help me then,” I said, faking excitement. “What do you think a luna is supposed to look like exactly?” “Try to carry yourself with some dignity. Alphas grow tired of their mates rather quickly.” I wanted to slap the smirk off her face, but her daughter was right there. And even though this little girl was her mother’s accessory, it was still her mother.

"Alpha Luciano!" Beta Chris called, as he entered into the Alpha's office. "Not now Beta Chris, I'm busy" Alpha Luciano replied, his eyes still fixed on his laptop. "You have to see this, now!" He emphasized the word, and Alpha Luciano looked at him. "What is it?" He asked, and they both hurriedly left the house. "Look!" Beta Chris said, pointing at the wonder in the sky. It was an Eclipsed Union.

With haste, she inquired directly. "Ah, Doctor Johnson. I did not wish to trouble you, but I find myself in need of your help. The young heir of the illustrious Shaw lineage seeks a masterful doctor with the ability to cure Dermatographia Urticaria. His condition surpasses that of mere dermatographism." Mr. Turk divulged. 'He is attempting to rid himself of his ailment, but why? I am aware that he can already make contact with Abigail, as they have engaged in intercourse. Could it be that he is unable to touch his own son? Despite being family?' Kelsa pondered to herself.

The twins looked at Leath who turned her gaze away as soon as she heard the name of the country. "Where will we stay there, Sir? Do they even have a hotel with heaters?" A group of boys laughed at what Diane Atkins said. Diane Atkins is famous throughout the academy not just because her family owns a huge winery but because of her oozing sex appeal and confidence, that's why most boys gather around her and Daine always loved the attention she gets.

he said. I stepped out of the carriage, wincing as my bleeding feet touched the ground. Noticing my struggle, the old man removed his worn canvas shoes and offered them to me. “No, sir. I can’t,” I said, embarrassed. “Take them,” he urged, his kind eyes softening. Reluctantly, I slipped on the oversized shoes. “Thank you,” I whispered. He nodded and rode away, leaving me standing before the gates of Wolvehowl Pack—a place that looked more like a beautiful entrance to hell.

"This place has a weird atmosphere. Like someone died here before." Frank didn't answer immediately. He stood a few feet away, his back to me, hands in his pockets. "Not really," he said finally, his voice low. "But maybe someone will soon." I turned sharply. "What do you mean by that?" Before he could answer, I heard footsteps behind me. Heavy. Deliberate. I spun around. Three masked men emerged from the shadows of the unfinished building. Each wore dark clothing and a black ski mask that hid their faces. In their hands, they gripped wooden clubs—thick, brutal, the kind meant to break bones.