Ghosts Undertale Novels & Stories

Without hesitation, he drew his bow and let an arrow fly straight towards Ghost. Ghost evaded the arrow with a curse under his breath. He raised his hands and summoned several vengeful spirits from the nearby graves. "Ha ha ha! It's interesting that we meet here for our battle. This time, Centaur, you won't stand a chance against me," he taunted. Centaur swiftly loaded more arrows onto his bow, drawing ten at once and firing at the ghosts. Each arrow found its mark, causing the spirits to dissipate into a mist. Marcus rubbed his forehead and pondered the situation. "Well, the horse guy isn't half bad. He certainly knows how to rid us of unwelcome pests," he thought to himself.

Even the dark depths of his eyes remained cold and unmoving. “What is your name?” His voice was like smoke curling all around us, quiet and unassuming. “Taylor Swift,” I replied, “If you let me go, I’ll give you free concert tickets. I can tell Alpha Caius is a die-hard fan.” “Cute.” Ghost’s eyes burned into my own. “How long have you lived in the Eclipse Pack? When did you leave?”

"I am a Night Hallow and yes, I do have quite the interests in machinery." "That's so cool." Noelle mumbled under his breath. "Do you mind if I asked what kind of Night Hallow you are?" "I am a ghoul." she answered him briefly. "A ghoul..?" Noelle gave Asty a puzzled look. Chaol rolled his eyes. "She's an undead monster." "I'm sorry?" "Well, Lana here," Chaol pointed at her. "Is a ghost-like being with a physical body. She looks dead, isn't she?"

He tried to trace the IP; the Ghost bounced the signal off a satellite in Antarctica, a toaster in Tokyo, and a library in Brazil. But Altair was Vespera Thorne’s son. He didn't just know code; he knew architecture. He realized the Ghost wasn't trying to steal the money. The Ghost was leaving a tag. Altair stopped fighting. He watched the Ghost reach the center of the vault. It didn't take the billions. It simply planted a flag—a small, ASCII art skull—and vanished. CONNECTION TERMINATED. The room went silent. The red lights faded back to blue. "Damage report," Altair asked.

The wind picked up, and the leaves rustled with an eerie whisper. "Do you feel that?" Marinetta asked, her voice tense. Harley nodded, his eyes scanning the surroundings. "Something's not right. We need to investigate." They followed the disturbance deeper into the forest, their senses alert. As they approached a clearing, they saw a figure standing in the center, surrounded by a shimmering aura of dark energy. Marinetta and Harley approached cautiously, their hands on their weapons. The figure turned to face them, revealing a gaunt, spectral appearance. It was a ghostly apparition, its eyes filled with a haunting sadness.

“Because if it fails…” “Everyone loses,” Puc finished. He turned back to his team. “Final sweep.” The ghosts moved faster now, diving into Veil-lanes, skimming the edges of reality, testing every approach vector. One ghost paused, head tilting. “Something’s wrong,” it said. Althea’s eyes snapped open. “What kind of wrong?” “Not hostile,” the ghost replied. “Just… crowded.” Puc frowned. “Explain.” “Veil traffic,” the ghost said. “Farther out. Small groups. Seven at a time.”

But few knew he harbored a secret capable of upending the entire arcane world. A burning candle stood before him. Yet the scent it released was strange—eerily similar to the Ghost Candles found in Willowstead. Spirits were drawn to the scent of Ghost Candles. When unable to feed on living souls, they relied on this incense to remain aware. Without it, they would drift into believing they were dead. It was no longer clear whether Sylas was a man or a ghost. He sniffed the candle's fragrance hungrily, as if his very life depended on it.

"You're last in the class, so why are you wasting paper on a notebook?" "Drop out. You don't deserve to be here." I frowned. What on earth was going on? … After several attempts, I confirmed that though I could hear the ghosts' inner thoughts, I couldn't directly ask them for the game's solution. Whenever I brought up anything related to the game's content, the ghosts would go completely blank as if someone had unplugged their senses. It seemed that if I wanted to end the game, I'd have to do it on my own.

Leon panted, scanning the dim corridor as his breath came in uneven bursts. Suddenly, a faint figure emerged out of the shadows—the female ghost. Her face was blurred and indistinct, her presence otherworldly. She didn’t speak but raised a hand that glowed faintly blue, pointing silently in a specific direction. Leon froze, instinctively stepping back half a pace. But time was slipping through his fingers, and hesitation was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Clenching his jaw, he forced himself to follow the ghost’s lead.

I said. The ghost showed me derogatory behaviour then pronounced a few words in a strange tongue that I didn’t understand. The ghost danced in a circle then stopped starring at me. « What do you mean? I don’t understand a word coming from your mouth or what is supposed to be your mouth, » I said, my patience at its limit. The ghost cleared its throat. « I am here to inform you about something important, » he coughed few times then kept talking, « welcome to the ghost town, you have successfully activated the magic array in this town, and you can’t leave without completing the trial. »