To The Bone Undertale Novels & Stories

“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…?”

My two brothers died in battle. 'Five years later, I became a powerful Sanctuary level cultivator. I decided to explore that place again. There must be treasure there.' 'I went back, and I almost died there. The ferocious beasts had become more terrifying, but I obtained a Godly Bone.' 'I'm dying. Those ferocious beasts were too powerful. My Morocan descendants, if one of you becomes a cultivator, absorb the energy from the Godly Bone. It'll make you a truly powerful cultivator but remember to never go to the Valley of Death, ever."

[Spiritual Quality Spiritual Technique·Blood Bat Sound]: Reduces the effectiveness of enemy movement skills by 30% within a range of 300 meters, decreases skill hit rate by 10%, and continues to be attacked by the Blood Bat Shadow for 15 seconds. Requirements: Exclusive to Foundation Establishment Cultivator players with Spirit Agility of 30 points or above. ... (Natural Treasure·Buried Sand Bone]: Originally a common monster bone, buried under sandy soil to absorb the essence of the earth, after hundreds of years, the bone undergoes a qualitative change, becoming as hard as iron and forming stone tips on top. Attributes: Strength +4, Defense +3, Critical Hit +5, Speed +3, HP +1%. Effect: Wh

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.

He kissed my cheek, and I ran to tell mother everything about my day. Darkness fell over the dream, and I felt a dark pull. My heart rate quickened; my breath deepened. There was a dim light in the distance, so small I couldn’t gauge how far away it was. I walked and walked, and the light barely changed. I began to panic and felt like I was drowning. A box appeared around me and started filling with water. I couldn’t break the glass; the water was being pumped in through a pipe too big for me to block with anything. Then a light turned on, and in front of the box stood Claire, Lucas, and Dan. I began to lift with the rising water. It wasn’t long before the box was almost full, and I took my

"We give you a memory of an old protector. You give that memory a home. Let it dream of balance here. Let its dream be so strong that it distracts the poison away from our child.” Cassian lowered the bone into the ground. It settled into the dark dirt. They pushed the soil over it and buried it completely. For a moment, nothing happened. The wind blew and the river roared. Then, a soft tremor moved through the ground. Around the spot where they buried the bone, a circle of silver moss began to grow. In the center, a white mushroom pushed up. It looked like a tiny version of a dragon skull. The scarred plant in the basket shook. A tiny root broke through the pot and reached down into the soil

"She saved myself and my daughter, and I'll never forget that!" "Don't worry about it. Caleb and the others wouldn't be here if not for you," Eldin said and waved his fan again, releasing two beams to shoot into Taal's ankles. Suddenly, he cried excitedly, "I can feel my legs!" "It hasn't fully healed yet—you still need medicine to condition yourself," Eldin said and pointed at Taal's head too. "Here's Witz's recipe." Taal flinched but became even more excited reading the pill recipe, and he bowed again. "Thank you, Elder Eldin!"