To The Bone Undertale Novels & Stories

I want to shout but it feels like there was no sound coming from my mouth my tears fall rapidly and I can’t move in fear, I only stare at my grandma, emotionless and not saying anything in a snap of an eye, the image of my past suddenly gone and leaves me in a never-ending darkness a thick black aura suddenly envelops me and a new image instantly played again It was Raymart, the moment he pushed me away from danger. All I can do again was to stare at him being flatten in the wall with a lost arm. “it’s my fault again...” “hhwmuwwwwaaaa!!!!” the thick black aura covers my entire being and forces me into an intense pain -HIDDEN BONE FRAME APPEARED- -DEATH BONE FRAME!- -EVERY SKILL HAVE BEEN CH

I called over my shoulder Burney nodded and leapt what took me four steps to cover before disappearing through the broken pane. I stepped in after him and cringed, landing on top of the wet flesh of a Taken. Panic coursed through my veins as I stepped off its cooling body. All his wounds were glass related, which meant the shade was still here. I swallowed my fear and looked up.

"Your bones are where they belong. Now stop thrashing like hooked fish." Zeyric slumped forward, resting his forehead against the cool wooden table as cold sweat dripped from his chin. "You said the bond is permanent. There has to be a way to dampen the trauma, or we won't last forty-eight hours against Malakor's enforcers."

"If I didn't guess wrong, this Three-headed Heavenly Hound must have come to the Bone-burying Forest to whelp..." "To be honest, the Bone-burying Forest used to be only inhabited by those gigantic Surviving Species of the Untainted Land. No Humans or Demons could be found here. It was the perfect haven. Usually, before these gigantic beasts of the Untainted Land give birth, they will become extremely weak—with no more than one-tenth of their usual strength left. They need to go to a safe place to avoid their old enemies..."

Setting: The Bone Orchard --- The field stretched endlessly under a starless sky, its earth cracked and pale as old scars. White trees clawed upward in jagged silhouettes, their bark not wood but bone—calcified remnants of the First Brood who defied Vaelros Seraxa. Each tree leaned as if in pain, branches frozen mid-scream, their roots burrowed deep into the soil where ancient blood still seeped. No Elder dared walk here, for the Orchard remembered betrayal. It remembered the Crown That Bleeds.

HELEN’S P.O.V. Walking on bone doesn't sound like walking on stone. Stone is solid; it returns the energy of your step. Bone absorbs it. It feels dead, damp, and fundamentally wrong. We ascended the spiraling ramp of the Bone Tower. To my left was a sheer drop of three hundred feet into the burning ruins of the Market District. To my right was the central pillar of the tower a fused, twisted spine the width of a redwood tree, made from thousands of crushed skeletons.

The rhythm under the bones. “The Hollow Feast isn’t over,” he said. “It’s only begun.” Emilia closed her eyes. And when she opened them, the forest bowed back. But it didn’t stop there. Something moved beneath the soil. A ripple. A shift. The bones beneath the Hollowborn altar clinked together like wind chimes caught in breathless anticipation. Roots tangled around them pulsed—not with sap, but something deeper. Older. Hungrier. Emilia’s breath hitched. The moon above flashed brighter for a heartbeat. Then dimmed again… like a wink.

The candles flickered, casting shadows that reached like arms. Outside, the fog had returned. It crept under the cracks in the Bone House walls, quiet and slow. Underneath their boots, the floorboards trembled. Just once. A heartbeat in the bones. And they all knew: the dreams were only the beginning. Something old had noticed them. And it had started to listen.

"But the ritual is over now, isn't it? And as we discussed earlier, that relic belongs to the Crown." I held out my hand. It wasn't a request. Tormund hesitated for a fraction of a second, his eyes darting to Vivica. She was fuming. I could see the way her jaw tightened, the way her eyes flashed with a murderous spark. She wanted that bone. She needed it for whatever dark scheme she and her coven were cooking up. But Tormund knew better than to defy me in front of his entire pack. He placed the bone in my hand. The moment my skin touched the ancient marrow, a jolt of recognition hummed through my arm. It felt warm, alive, and desperately sad. I tucked it into the inner pocket of my leather j

Clenching and unclenching her teeth, Sandra decided to put her focus on the children. “Okay, Luna Scarlet. Will you join us in the mud games too?” A kid asked and Tara was shocked. Luna was the second highest power in the pack and having her role in the session was not on their bucket list today. She was ready to sell the kid, but Sandra spoke before she could. “Of course! Today we'll have fun and listen to our teacher, right?” “Yes, Luna Scarlet!” “Alright,” Sandra said before she turned to Tara, “I'm sorry for showing up unannounced, please continue with your schedule, and think of me as just another student, alright?” Sandra knew what she was doing was dangerous, not just to her but to ev