Clover Undertale Yellow Fanart Novels & Stories

"You have no idea how much I yearn for this day to come. Her neck, the curves of her breasts, her slender legs. I lust for them all." "We would've succeeded if he hadn't appeared!" He shifted his attention to the speaking man. "He?" "Kyle Lee." "Ah... The rising star." *** Clover twitched her brows as faint voices floated to her ears. A warm flood of orange light fell onto her lids. Not bothered by them, she brushed away the itch on her face and stuck her leg out of the cotton blanket to continue her sleep. All of a sudden... "WHAT HAS GOTTEN INTO YOUR BRAIN?!"

Maybe his relationship with his family is strained. "My Aunt prefers yellow. She says it goes nicely with everything," Cull says quietly, and the female nods. She walks a few steps away from us and points to a rather large picture. "This one has a lovely painted image from an artist on Kea. She has captured the bright yellow of one of her planet's trees. While we do not have yellow trees we do have trees. I would imagine this would show your Aunt you have merged with other planets," the female says happily before looking back at us.

Nonna asked. “Something Zander gave me,” I explained. “He said to open it on the plane.” “Well, open it then!” Nonna said, excitedly. I pulled the ribbon open and slid the lid off the box. I gasped. It was a yellow pastel hoodie with the words ‘Original Bunny’ on it. This is the best gift ever. I lifted the hoodie out of the box and noticed papers underneath it. I picked them up and looked at them. They were sketches — more specifically, Morgan Hailee’s sketches.

However, just when the game was about to end, my eyes caught a glimpse of something that made me stop. I noticed that Clark had a peculiar tattoo on his arm I believed was similar to what we found in Hunter Grey. Based on my quick observation, the tattoo was an intricate design of a demented clown, with elongated limbs and a twisted grin on its face. The colors used were vibrant yet grotesque, with shades of mustard yellow, deep red, and silky green. The clown's eyes were black and soulless as if they were staring right into your deepest fears. But the weirdness of the tattoo did not stop there. Around the clown's body were tiny, almost indiscernible symbols and lines that seemed to move and

My eyes were enormous circles with jagged lines coming out—lightning, maybe. Underneath, in Rowan’s careful, wobbly handwriting: THE KERSED LUNA. The second panel had a moon with angry eyebrows and what I thought might be teeth. A tiny figure (me, presumably) stood under it, frowning. Panel three showed a blob with too many arms, and what I assumed was Malric’s crown, being bitten by a smaller blob with pointy teeth. Panel four was just me again, this time with a wolf tail and a baby in my arms, the angry moon now… smiling? Or having a stroke. It's hard to say.

Lydia’s window was half open, letting in the scent of moss, pine, and something else—faint traces of wolf and Lycan mingled in the air, ancient and pulsing with quiet power. As the car turned a gentle bend, the town emerged like a secret tucked into the heart of the woods. Small homes with wooden walls and wide porches dotted the hillside, some with lines of drying laundry flapping in the breeze. Smoke curled from chimneys, and children ran barefoot through the grass, their laughter echoing across the road. The heart of the pack was both wild and domestic, free yet deeply bound. The forest eventually gave way to a massive iron gate etched with runes, guarded by two warriors in uniform. The m

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i

Note to self: never underestimate the power of a good shower. Freshened up and slightly less corpse-like, I threw on another pair of oversized clothes and dragged myself down the stairs, face blank, emotions buried. I headed to the kitchen and spotted pancakes on the table. Lucas’s specialty. I grabbed two slices like a ninja and was halfway to the door when, “Woah, Princess. No good morning?” Lucas’s amused voice rang from behind. I froze mid-step. Nope. Not turning around. Not giving him the satisfaction. Lucas appeared in front of me, grinning like a baker who just stole a cookie. He wore his favorite apron, the ridiculous pink one that read “Kiss the Cook or Die Trying.” His face and hai

I sat up in a jump, reaching for the bag as he stood up and stretched. " So this is what you ran to your room to get? " Theo teased the boy. Opening the bag, I pulled out a tank top, or at least, what was left of one, since it looked like it had lost a nasty fight with the scissors. The side was very low cut, and you could see that it had been cut halfway down its length, and the neckline had also been expanded. But what was most striking was the handmade painting of a skeleton riding a flaming unicorn with the letters "T A M" underneath.

_FLASHBACK_ I was able to catch a glimpse of the new princess. She was a beautiful baby. Her light mocha complexion and black wavy hair with purple strands within it made her eyes, which were a deep purple with flecks of lavender in them pop. She was going to be stunning when she was grown, and she was going to be mine. “What a beautiful baby girl you have there.” I drawled. “What the fuck are you doing here Ulrich? I have no idea how you were able to sneak through security, but you need to leave now before I call the guards.” Prince Harhream growled.