Sans Undertale Novels & Stories

But just as I begin to relax, a scout rushes into the clearing, his face pale. “There’s something you need to see,” he says urgently. Ansel leaves everyone on edge as I exchange a glance with Ansel, knowing that while one battle has ended, our journey is far from over. THE END

Her chest pulsed in pain as she swallowed to conceal the clot in her throat. She lowered her gaze and grabbed the small cup from the table, taking a sip of liquor. Her mind was in trance but she trailed off her thoughts when she heard the name of 'cross squad sect'. She raised her head and looked at her uncle sitting on the throne. Her ears perked up as she carefully listened to his next sentence. "Yes, we must depart next month," Zale said and blossom slightly frowned. "He is finally getting wedded to his soulmate after all these years. We must go to his wedding." One of the masters let out.

Loki could only close her eyes and thought someone would help her. The young adult guy kicked a metal can towards the two perverted customers. The young adult rushed through their direction, he kicked and punched them more. Loki could only see the young adult was wearing headphones, a red jacket, with mullet hair. She couldn't saw his face in a dark place. As the young adult stood up and calm down. Loki could saw his face while he untied her and remove the cover from her mouth and eyes. It was Hiro Kun. " Hello! As I promised earlier. I am giving your shoes. I don't know why is it important " He smiled as if nothing fight happened between the two perverted two customers.

They were a passing thing. Yanta looked at the notices that were hanged on the notice board. The notices read: “Darrish Drinkwell, our greatest storyteller, is returning to scene with a second tome of his Tales Untold. The Hartin and Dartin Company are planning to publish a legend book. We will ask Drinkwell to write one more, if he accepts, well, you know the rest. Plan in advance, good folk; this is an opportunity unlike any other. You won’t cheaper copies that ours.

Slowly walking like death fetching the soul of Nathalia lying peacefully at the end of the aisle. Nathalia's casket was glamorous. Made of pure gold, carved with pure silver angels around it. Covered with expensive flowers from distinguished guests. People came to confirm the death of a powerful woman. Many were afraid. Without Nathalia, the balance in the underground society will be disturbed. There will be anarchy. Two regents from powerful clans still control the council but their rule will be challenged by those silenced by the presence of Nathalia. The race will be littered with blood.

I smiled. "The title's Golden, it's from the animated movie about three girls who slay demons with their songs." He replied excitedly. "Of course." I laughed. With gods and relics being real, I wouldn't be surprised if the three girls and demons actually existed as well. "I have a playlist on Spotify with all my favourite songs in it, I could share it with you if you want." He offered shyly. "I would love that." I replied with a smile. His smile grew broader as he returned to finish up his cooking while I continued standing by the doorway.

But those were just old legends my father used to tell me by the fire—stories meant to keep our traditions alive. By the laws of our kind, I should have found my mate on my eighteenth birthday. It’s how it’s supposed to go—find your fated one, take your place, strengthen your pack, and bear cubs to continue the line. But here I am, nineteen years old—unmated, untouched, and unwanted in every form of love… until today.

But as I turned to leave, my foot caught on something—Medina’s outstretched leg. I crashed to the floor with a loud thud. My gown rode up, exposing my thighs. Drake’s gaze fell on me, his eyes lingering on the small tattoo etched into my skin. It wasn’t just any tattoo—it was the mark my mother had given me, my little “guardian angel.” I quickly pulled my gown down, covering myself. Drake’s eyes flickered with recognition before he turned away, his expression unreadable. Medina smirked, satisfied with her handiwork. She had tripped me on purpose.

When I pulled back, I found her studying my face with concern. “Where were you?” I asked, breathless. “Nathan said you had to take care of something. That you couldn’t come to the museum.” “Yeah…” She brushed her honey-colored curls behind her ear. “My uncle’s in Paris. He asked to see me before we head back to LA. You know, family stuff.” I nodded slowly. “Oh. Okay.” But something in her tone felt… off. Like there was more she wasn’t saying. Before I could press, she leaned in, narrowing her eyes. “Speaking of which, why didn’t you go with Nat? I was really hoping to get spammed with your museum selfies. Don’t tell me you suddenly developed an allergy to history.”

"Hey sleepy gills, you ready to go home?" Claire's voice cooed as if she were speaking to a child. Frank tried sitting up to find something was holding him down. He blinked away the groggy feeling of waking up from much-needed deep sleep. Reaching for his eyes he realized the heavy pressure he felt was indeed holding him in place. Looking down he found the two girls Ivan had just been holding were laying on top of him fast asleep. Frank tried looking around to find Claireor even Ivan but couldn't. They were under a tree in what seemed to be next to a wheat field with a light breeze blowing through the field. The sun looked as if it were about to set but was fighting to continue sharing its b