To The Bone Undertale Novels & Stories

I slammed my palms against the ground in an uncoordinated rhythm until my fingers finally closed around something solid. The moment I touched it, I froze. My veins pulsed at the contact, and a sense of eerie familiarity washed over me. I knew what this was. "Bone," I whispered. "El Silbón." He had left a message before he departed, and there was no doubt who it was for: me. The bone was a sign. Either he had come to claim a soul from this household—Lana—or this was the clue I had been asking of the Goddess all along.

Lucas shook his head. "Now even I am curious! what is it?" Isabella laughed. "She got inside the school ducts and threw a can of black paint on the principles head" Lucas exclaimed. "She didn't do it did she?" Isabella gasped. "She did!" Lucas groaned. "I wonder if she has any intelligence left inside that Skull of hers" Lucas complained. "It's not my fault that you are a nerdy pussy" Sante stuck out her middle finger at him. "Sante Parker! Now you're grounded for another week!" Mrs Parker growled.

“We’re not safe here.” Jenna’s breath stilled. Because behind the stranger— Behind David Branson— The Bone King was rising. Silhouetted by lightning. Mask cracked. Eyes burning with murderous rage. Holding a new weapon. A spear tipped with human bone. And he hurled it— straight toward Jenna.

Jace hands her his black t-shirt, before turning his back to us, still holding his jacket out in front of him. I get up, dipping my head down, resting my forehead against the cool wet blades, focusing on the human within. Willing my wolf to retreat. I slowly retract my claws and canines, pawing at the ground and licking my teeth as they do. My bones swiftly and smoothly shorten their length, seeming to gliding into each other, like the rods of a tent as they click into place. I can feel my wolf melt away along with my fur, and shiver at the cold breeze blowing over my bare naked body.

I had been expecting a mystical, long-forgotten, anciently powerful weapon as the object but instead, she was holding a bone. “A bone?” Cayden was surprised too. “Yes.” Artuhla confirmed as she stopped before us. “But not just any type of bone. It’s a werewolf Ulna bone. One of the bones of the forearm.” She said. “What the fuck?!” I exclaimed. “A Werewolf’s body part is the Physical weakness of the Lycan King?!” I said in utter disbelief while Artuhla just smiled gently.

“My shovel hit on something I thought was a rock at first, until I pried it up.” Brad and Neisha exchanged a puzzled glance then Brad turned back to the landscaper. “What is it? Buried treasure?” “No, it’s that.” Mathew pointed toward an object next to one of the holes. It looked like a jagged stone, gray with clots of dirt still clinging to it. Brad stepped closer, bending over to get a better look . . . He gasped and backpedaled away when he realized what he was looking at. It wasn’t intact but rather partial; Brad could make out one eye socket and the nose hole, and on one side it curved down into part of the jaw bone.

I could feel it in my bones as we rode closer to the ancient castle. The stone colors in the mountain side changed from a deep brown to a black void. The grass grew darker until it was black in color as we approached the outer castlegrounds. "You're still sure you want to do this?" Gideon asked me, as we approached. I looked at him, and nodded. I was on the seemingly endless search for answers, and I was going to get them. As we got closer to the walls of the outer garden, I could see vines that looked like they were dripping with black ink. I reached out to touch one, only to get my hand slapped down by Gideon. "Don't touch those! You'll be asleep for a century, easily." He told me, realizi

The tide turned in an instant, five against two becoming five against a dozen, and the Ghost saw it happen in real time. He didn’t panic. That was the unsettling part — no scramble, no fear, just a small, almost respectful nod, like a man conceding a hand of cards rather than fleeing a fight. “Reinforcements. Clever.” His pale eyes found mine one last time through the chaos. “You fight well together. Almost enough to make me reconsider. Almost.” Then he was moving, slipping through the study’s side door with the calm of someone who’d mapped his exit long before he’d ever walked in.

You don't have the power to change a bad child, but you can change a bad behavior. . . . . . . Yao Tie got up and walked towards the Undead Skeleton Mage. The skeleton was slowly collapsing and withering, disappearing into the air like a bubble. There was still light in the skeleton's eye sockets. He still had his will this time. "W-why?" Yao Tai frowned when he heard a voice right in his head. It was a language he didn't recognize but he could still understand as the skeleton was speaking directly to his mind. “We… didn’t do anything… why did they invade… us…?”

I throw the bone knife. It shatters the glass. --- The backlash is instant. Lila screams as the frame implodes, shredding her arm. The Rootmother's shriek splits the air, the fen trembling as her form collapses into rot. Kael drags me back, fen-water sloshing as we retreat.