Horror Undertale Novels & Stories

Pure nightmare fuel. "If you won't talk, I'll just check myself." The eye locked on my forehead, shoving into my mind. "No—!" I screamed, thrashing against the net. In blind panic, my hand shot to the gift box still dangling from the scooter's handle. Right as that mind-leech presence dug in, the box snapped open on its own. A shockwave ripped out—silent, unseen—then my HUD blew up: [SYSTEM WARNING: Exclusive customer "Grand Duke Nortune" has detected a hostile threat to your life! Status: ENRAGED!]

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.

It was a cold morning and Emily woke up from the bed with a fright. The loud sounds and indiscreet growls had woken her, and she looked around her dark room in fear. She could hear the shouting and screams of werewolves coming from outside the house. She took her phone and checked the time, and it was past four in the morning. The noises were getting louder, and all she could do was jump out of the bed. This is an occurrence that she was already accustomed to, and it always happens when there were intruders in the pack, most especially rogues.

Pima said pleadingly grabbing her sisters hand, but her finger fell off and she quickly snatched her hand away in shock. Urrale looked at her hand as the finger began to form again. “I will find a way to stop the apocalypse from starting once I wake mother we will have twenty-fours, before the dead starts to rise. If I can reverse the spell and get mother and grandmother’s soul back into the Witches Meadow then we won’t trigger the beginning stages of the apocalypse.” Urrale said, as she opened the door to the tomb and walked into the resting place of her family. She walked into the room and saw the rows of family members and walked to where her mother rested. Urrale touched the casket of he

Anton says with a happy sigh, looking over to where Laila is pressed to Orion’s side, her hands wrapped tight around his arm, both of them watching rapt as an ice-blessed Princess rushes across a frozen wasteland, desperate to save her sister. “Let’s show them a horror movie next,” I whisper, wicked. Anton huffs a laugh and glances down at me. “Cruel little bat.” I wrinkle my nose at him and nod, making him laugh harder and lean close. “You know what we should really show them next is –“ But he doesn’t finish his thought. Because two dark envelopes appear on the coffee table before us. Laila’s eyes dart down. “Oh no,” she whispers.

Once we have saved the children, we can make it into a Halloween extravaganza. Cordelia – I mind-link Alexi and all the warriors in the tunnels, to be wary of illusions, as that is all they are. They only need to walk right past them. Different illusions jump out at us. Trolls, Ogres, Ghosts, Demons, whoever did this was crazy or had an eerie sense of humor. Imagine our surprise when the Vampire that jumped out was a vampire. My Blade dug into the vampire's throat as I teleported behind him. "Tell me where the children are!" The vampire laughed. "Wrong answer. " I slit his neck and cut off his head. This is the best way to ensure a vampire is dead.

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.

“But on the inside, the merchant built the walls and pillars with a unique chemical similar to a mirror. It will reflect, so don’t get scared of your reflections and shadows. “ Host Hook grinned like he was telling some hilarious comedy, and when no one responded to his comedy, he closed his mouth and opened the door to the mirror maze. Though no one minded his warnings, he reminded, “Try to stick together. Don’t wander alone.“ “That would be fun to see millions of me!“ Adrianna was amazed, without knowing the genuine horror waiting for everyone inside. Mrtyu was the last to enter the door, followed by Aaron. After that, Host Hook closed the door winking at Aaron, “I will wait for you all at

-Is that possible? -They hide underground. In winter, the undead hibernate, slowing down their metabolic processes... oh, forget it. Marisa folded the letter, slipping it into her pocket. “The point is, they found a big lair. Underground, on several levels. Traces of dark rituals, cocoons of the undead. -AND? the man got worried. It seemed to him that the hair was moving at the back of his head. -Nothing. It's completely empty," Marisa said thoughtfully. – Nobody is there.

He hurried over and looked into it. "What is it?" Chaerin asked curiously. "It's...him," Undertaker replied. "He's taken a new host." Chaerin's eyes widened in horror. "A new host?" she whispered. "Who is it? Can you identify him?" "The picture is too hazy," Undertaker replied. "It's hard to tell. But he has a new host now. He'll strike once again. After all, he is after Joonjae. He will come for him soon."