To The Bone Undertale Novels & Stories

Olly said, totally ignoring Elijah. "Like Susie Hale?" Hade said. Olly's face brightened up like he just had a realization. "Exactly like Susie Hale." The two laughed while Elijah scoffed. "It's not her, you dumbfucks." "Aw come on little bro, no need to be shy," Olly taunted even more. "Oh shut it. She's not even in the Harvest yet," Elijah said to him. "Precisely. You, little brother, have the Vandenberg blood flowing in you," Olly teased and laughed harder. Hade buried his face on the bed to suppress the sound of so much laughter coming from him.

With haste, she inquired directly. "Ah, Doctor Johnson. I did not wish to trouble you, but I find myself in need of your help. The young heir of the illustrious Shaw lineage seeks a masterful doctor with the ability to cure Dermatographia Urticaria. His condition surpasses that of mere dermatographism." Mr. Turk divulged. 'He is attempting to rid himself of his ailment, but why? I am aware that he can already make contact with Abigail, as they have engaged in intercourse. Could it be that he is unable to touch his own son? Despite being family?' Kelsa pondered to herself.

“And you’d finally understand what it means when a wolf claims you.” The air between them thickened, full of unspoken things she didn’t dare touch. She focused on keeping him steady, on the rhythmic crunch of gravel under their boots. Finally, the tunnel widened again, and she saw it—a pale arch of bone and stone, curved like the ribs of some long-dead beast. The Bone Gate. It wasn’t a literal gate. It was an opening into the outside world, framed by massive fossilized remains. Beyond it, she could see pale daylight and the movement of trees.

S) "[Why?… is it useful?…]". [it is…Undead Skeletal animal bone can be refined into bone dust which is the most important ingredient to concoct a high-level healing potion of all type…the Alchemy division has been exporting these ingredients from Dukedom and it's already cost us 1 gold coins per kilo…]. (T.A.S)

I'm itchy, trying to peep straining my neck,my eyes are glued on a small room with papers littered everywhere. Cracking sound of door opening makes the hair on my neck stand up, jolting up and I stand straight with my eyes on the floor, spice and clean aftershave fills the air, moving my eyes towards the source, tying a white towel down his lower hip, I deep v line is exposed runs down the low hanged towel, my eyes wondered up, his abdomen is bare droplets of water slips his tone muscular chest, it all muscle lean dark muscle. Moving my eyes up, I'm horrified and quickly look down shyly.

Instead, it wrapped the bone in its three tails. Flashes of white light flickered. Before Felix's eyes, the bone gradually shrank, completely disappearing after about five minutes. It was unclear where it had gone. Auroris yawned and then turned into a streak of light, shooting into Felix's body. Felix was a little surprised that it needed to sleep. He wondered what that bone from Kevin was for. Thinking about it, he figured the bone must have been extraordinary. Not only had it boosted Kevin's power so much, but it was also forged from Aiden's life.

Nyra cried out, arms wrapping around his neck as his claws grazed her shoulders. The Throne of Bones groaned beneath their weight, as though the mountain itself trembled at their union. Each motion sent shards of pain and pleasure through Nyra’s veins. She arched up, pressing her belly against him, feeling the child’s flutter in response. Ryker stepped forward briefly, voice low. “Remember your strength ;” he cautioned; “lead with your power.” Kaelia nodded. “The bond of flame and bone is sacred.” Urhan growled at their voices, driving deeper. Nyra moaned, nails raking across his back as he moved with increasing abandon. Bones shifted and cracked under them; the newly forged throne creaked i

"The inkwell's alive. It bites." "Of course it does." The cabinet was locked with something older than iron. Bone. A femur, carved with teeth-marks, bound across the doors with silver wire. I could feel the Void fragment behind it. Not heat. Not cold. The particular absence of both, like a tooth missing from the world's jaw. "Help me with this." I gripped the bone. "Pull on three." "Mimi-" "One." "This is a bad idea." "Two." "We're going to die."

It felt like a door that had been waiting for the right people to open it for a very long time. "Are you ready to see what’s inside?" Alaric asked. "As long as we're together," I said. We pushed the door open and stepped inside. The inside of the Bone Tower was not dark. It was filled with a soft, white light. In the center of the room was a small, wooden cradle. And sitting next to the cradle was a woman who looked exactly like me.

"Human. Female. Approximately thirty years of age." My stomach turned. "Whose?" "I don't know." His voice was flat. "I've buried many people on this estate. Servants. Enemies. Margot. None of them were buried in the fountain." "Then where did it come from?" Kael reached into the water. His fingers closed around the bone. He pulled it out slowly. Water dripped from the curved white surface. The black rose's roots were wrapped around it, thin and dark, burrowing into the marrow like veins.