Halloween Undertale Novels & Stories

“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.

There was too much history in this pack. The further into the pack house I journeyed, the more restless my wolf, Sabrina, became. The most intoxicating scent seemed to coat the halls of the mansion, a smell similar to a damp forest after a warm summer rain. I felt this incessant need to cloak myself in the scent and figured it was because Guinevere was begging to go for her first run. ‘Soon.’ I linked my wolf, silently promising her a chance to try out her new legs, ‘Dad promised he’d help us with our first shift during the full moon this weekend. He said the properties of the full moon would help ease the transition.’

When I was done explaining I saw a dramatic change in his expression. Curling up his lips in a charming smirk, he gave an unexpected reply in his husky tone, “I am so sorry my Luna. I underestimated you. I should have guessed that the future ruler of the Underworld is not an ordinary wolf. You are just amazing.” Then looking at others he ordered immediately, “ You all have heard your Luna. Now chop. Let’s move towards the direction of the third entry gate.” Xander and Ben waited until everyone left the dungeon room. I along with Xander was at the end of our small group when Galaxy was leading the group and showing others the way out.

He quirked one teasing brow. Emily froze. She didn't want to offend them. Again. But she hadn't covered her surprise well enough, and it was too late to deny it. "Yes, actually," she admitted. "Like castles and moats-" "And a guy in a cape who 'vants to zuck yer blood'?" Paoli asked in his best Lon Chaney voice as he carried Amber past them and into the house. Her face flushed warm again. Maybe not the last part, but she certainly didn't expect them to be living in a completely normal split level just outside of a small town. She really had a lot to learn about the world she'd tumbled into.

I made my way between the cars towards the back of the building. “You know this is a special night, don’t you?” Wisps of fake fog curled and puffed off the stage as he strutted back and forth. “Halloween. All Hallows? I can tell ya it means a lot more than just stuffing fun-size Snickers in your face. Tonight’s the night the world of the dead overlaps with the world of the living. That means if you’re ever going to see a ghost, tonight’s your night!

Wasn’t that a waste of treasure? Everyone here was a fool, minding over trifles while neglecting the valuable ones. No. He could not miss such a great opportunity. Hayley had bound the Undead Queen. It appeared Dorothy, Empress Ghast, and the others certainly had a way to subdue her. Everyone knew that Jade had been to the Dark Cemetery once and fell for the trick. In addition, their strength was not what it used to be. He would spend one or two days collecting some Witch Ores first because they were very helpful in his journey to the Ancient Path.

It was a mistake on his part, so he checked the sound settings once again. The strange structure in the gargoyle dungeon puzzled Zen. Everyone took their usual positions without communication, so Zen held his tongue. If the theme for the first ten floors was fantasy, the next ten floors were the labyrinth and maze. It was crawling full of undead creatures and Halloween-themed monsters specialising in debuffs and curses. “It’s here,” Sasha declared, and the girls leapt to the air even before Zen could understand what was happening. He was too distracted by the piercing shriek in his ears until he heard the sound of… raining bones?

“We need to know the theme. If it’s crowded and we don’t match the vibe, we won’t blend in.” “I’ll text Mateo,” Haley said quickly. “He can check the flyers or the event site.” Jasmine kept going. “We’ll need masks. Full face. Nothing memorable. And something that lets us carry bags without looking suspicious.” “Like trick-or-treat bags,” I said. “Or props,” she replied. “Cauldrons, candy sacks—whatever fits the theme.” Haley’s phone dinged. “It’s called Underworld Night. Some kind of Greek mythology thing.”

" Billy muttered as the customers stared at her. She walked over to the counter and washed her hands in the sink after she had placed the tickets on the counter. "That was brave of you, I would not have done that for a million bucks" Hazel spoke as she scoffed. "Easy for you to say" Billy picked one of the tickets and read through it. "Halloween show by 9 PM? Come with your favorite Halloween costume and a partner!" He laughed and turned the back of the ticket. "But, are the skulls on the ticket necessary?"

I nodded, trying to steady my voice. “Last night was Halloween. Our boss, William Zoo, booked out a rural horror-themed escape room. He said anyone who made it through without screaming would get ten thousand. “There were nine of us. After we went in…” I went through everything—the layout, mechanisms, and performance of the scarecrow character with the oversized pumpkin head. He didn’t move, just listened in silence. “You said the pumpkin-headed character chased you with a chainsaw?” “Yes. It was incredibly loud, just this constant buzzing.”