Down To The Bone Undertale Novels & Stories

"That's too dangerous." "I'm going with Mommy!" Lia immediately hugged my leg, her face determined. Morgana put down the potion bottle in her hand, her expression serious. "Little sheep, you have no idea what kinds of beings live in the other caves." Morgan added with a sneer: "Some of them are even troublesome for us. For example, the 'Bonebreaker' living on the twentieth level. He loves to take apart his visitors' bones one by one and use them as decorations."

Lord Theron’s voice echoed across the hall, demanding an explanation, a scapegoat, blood. But Aria, Kael, and Elandra were already leagues away, racing through the woods beneath a sky burning with the light of change. --- The Bone Vale was as ominous as legend foretold. Gnarled trees twisted into grotesque shapes, and the air hung heavy with the scent of decay and forgotten death. Whispers carried on the wind—words that weren’t quite human. Kael led the way, his stride slowed by injuries but determined. Aria stayed close, her eyes scanning every shadow. Even Elandra seemed unnerved, her magic humming beneath her skin like static.

Something that once might’ve been a wolf, or a man, or both but now answered to neither. We called it the Bone Warden. Tavrin felt it first. Her breath hitched. Her hands shook. “That thing...” she whispered. “It walks on pain.” We met them at the Bone Path the old stone route carved by ancestors long before the Grove. The first clash was chaos. Dustborn blades met Scourge claws. Spells sparked in the night. I fought with the Grove humming through my veins, every strike of my hand matched by a pulse in the earth. Rafael beside me fierce, silent, death made flesh.

Luna Nikita was on another plane of reality when it came to expertise in lip movement. Blaze's hands traveled through the curves of her behind and trailed the perfect structure of her bosom. She was indeed an art, a priceless one. He allowed the towel that hung loose on her body to drop down to the floor before ridding himself of his clothing. Blaze wanted them to be one. He wanted to feel every part of her and wanted her to feel him the same way too.

The name alone sounded extraordinary, and since Chase had not possessed it before, it was very likely an opportunity granted by this holy banquet's body refinement. "The Innate Supreme Bone is a symbol of top-tier talent, meaning one can cultivate to a certain supreme realm—sage level and above," Barry explained. "Ah, a sage?" Upon hearing that, Selmer, Norm, and Walter were all stunned. Right now, everyone was merely at the major martial god realm. Beyond that were still the divine and emperor realm, and as for the sage realm, that was something they did not even dare to dream about. Now, with this Innate Supreme Bone, Chase was practically guaranteed to reach the sage realm!

There was a commotion among the bones. Tink breathed a sigh of relief, rejoicing at his resourcefulness, now they could not resist and would begin to break into the abyss. And when the army of the dead no longer had room to move higher, one of the skeletons plunged its hands into the ground and began to tear it, then the second, followed by the rest. The magician did not have time to come to his senses, as the bones were almost half dug into the wall of the fault, clearly intending to bypass the shield and reach the surface.

He felt his own life force, his very heat, being pulled out of him in rhythmic gulps. He didn't pull away. He shoved himself closer, his chest heaving against Aradaa’s. "Take it... take it all, you beautiful bastard," Kaelor gasped. Aradaa moaned against Kaelor’s skin, a sound of raw, animalistic satisfaction. The golden light in his veins began to churn, turning into something darker, hotter. The "Bone-Code"—the last remnants of his digital existence—finally shattered. Kaelor could almost hear it, a mental sound like breaking glass.

“You’re Nightfell.” Maeven’s gaze didn’t flinch. “I was hidden in it.” Sable’s breath caught. Caelan’s hand tightened on her wrist. Eamon’s stare sharpened like a storm gathering. Maeven lifted her pouch and turned it upside down. Bones fell into her palm. The chamber went still so fast it felt like the air snapped. A Hollow wolf whispered, “Bone…” Rowan’s jaw tightened. “Say it.” Maeven looked at Sable.

"Put them out of their misery." "Focus," I hissed, grabbing his shoulder. "If you kill them, the flow of energy stops. Heriberto wakes up. We are here for the book." We reached the third level. The air grew colder. The purple crystals were brighter here, throbbing with a heartbeat rhythm. Thump. Thump. And then we saw it. The Bone Orchard. It was a massive natural cavern. The floor was covered in bones...animal bones, mostly, piled waist-high. But in the center, a structure rose. A throne made of human femurs and skulls, fused with black glass.

Thereon suddenly looked at the elders, his gaze fervent. “Go ahead.” Thereon said seriously, “With his talent, he’s undoubtedly the strongest cultivator we’ve seen.” The six elders nodded. “Yes, we have to admit that.” “His talent and strength are indeed extraordinary.” “Lord Yanes, you mean…” Thereon’s lips curled into a sinister smirk. “There is another fascinating technique in the immortal bone secret arts, which uses the bone as a medium and essence as a contract to create an extremely powerful puppet. I believe this boy is the perfect candidate. What do all of you think?”