Halloween Undertale Novels & Stories

Each door had a player's name on it, with their fear level right underneath. Mine was the only one at zero. The other two? Both clocked over 90. They stared at me like I'd hacked the game. Seriously, how could anyone be scared? These monsters were adorable. That creepy voice slithered back, this time smug. [So, dear players, would you like to offer the keys to unlock the interworld gate?] [You have one last hour, until midnight. After that, you'll be trapped here forever.]

If they wanted him to see it, they were expecting a reply. By dawn, I was already on the move, slipping through back alleys and over the sleeping rooftops of the city. I avoided the council guard routes with practiced ease. I knew the Frost fang’s patterns, he’d studied them once as an outsider, and now again as something much more dangerous: an anomaly. The scent of smoke and wildflowers hit me just before I reached the edge of Kaela’s quarter. A warding spell. Fresh. Kaela’s. She was buying time.

The ancient runes blazed red and the ground shook violently. A crack split across the altar then another as the entire battlefield trembled. Marcus looked toward the widening fissure. His expression changed instantly. “The gate, it’s opening” A blast of freezing air erupted from below as the earth continued splitting apart. An endless darkness waited beneath. Something ancient stirred within it. “No…” Hansel whispered. The Underworld Gate, it was opening. I looked around and saw my blood had dripped all over the floor, only a little but it was opening.

] [Talent items: A set of F-Rank kitchen utensils (upgradeable), ability to create culinary concoctions that even ghouls can taste. Screens displaying my in-game identity and talent items floated before my eyes. Meanwhile, there was already a huge audience watching the livestream. They were waiting for the action to start, and I was the unlucky soul picked to play in this horror game. When they saw that I was only eighteen and possessed only the lowest-ranked talent items, everyone’s eyes nearly popped out. [She’s done for! She’s a newbie, AND she got sent to an S-Rank Map! She’s going to die in ten seconds flat.]

With that, they would go in his car so that when they wanted to escape, it would be swift. Unknown to Lucas, from his father's side, as he dropped his phone, he chuckled, “Oh mine, I guess my children have another plan tonight. Well, I will make my own plans too. Maybe this night will be the night for my Lucas to lose his virginity.” Mr Weston said mischievously. Picking up his phone again, he placed a call. “Gabe, we need to plan fast, I believe Lucas has a plan to sneak out from the party tonight.”

But they had to hurry- it wouldn't take them long to figure out what or rather who was under the hood. The person in the center took one last look at the retreating figures of the werewolves and breathed a sigh of relief. It had been easy to distract the hycwens with a sudden appearance, yet the hycwens were a notorious breed known for their bloodlust, though they were a bit dim-witted. 20 feet above the ground, the hycwens' mouths continued to bicker, "Is it dead? I wanted to play with it a bit.." The person whirled around and stood on their feet in one swift move, discarding the hood.

Werewolves from the same pack had something in common – a moon anklet. It was made to distinguish the different packs from the Kingdom of Zaldigore, where werewolves live among themselves. The alpha rubbed his eyes; he did not want to believe what he was seeing – a blue moon anklet with a Roman capital B marked on it. However, he could not lie to himself. His mind was filled with questions as he finally recognized who the familiar wolf was. It was the beta of his pack.

"Old subway lines. Sub-level 9. No rats. No wolves. Only ghosts. If you can survive the ghosts, you can survive the war." "Ghosts?" Grog whimpered. "Grog does not like ghosts." "We'll take it," Olivia said. She signaled Marcus to pick Jack up. As they moved toward the dark tunnel, leaving the relative safety of the workshop, Hailey paused. She looked at the Tinker, then reached into her pocket. She pulled out a Snickers bar. It was squashed and melted. "Um," Hailey said. "Thanks for not killing him." She put the candy bar on the table next to the diamond necklace.

Save the soul of innocent and be the savior it needs } {Reward: New Followers? (Grandmaster Level), Treasure of Ancient} {Penalty: Failure of saving the target will inflict a Curse of Undead and Tide of Undead on you and your nations} ".…..Wow, that's kinda over the top….by the way, what is a Tide of Undead?..".

he shudders. “It was that bad?” “Worse than garlic. But back to serious business now. The Undead is somewhere in the castle. He escaped during the fight but he is lost here. The place is not easy to navigate without a guide, but the magic the faes cast on it to prevent the detection of scents will not hold out for long. If the spell breaks, he will smell you out.” “I know,” Roseanne says. “We need to lure him to the grave. Otherwise, it will not work-”