Undertale Box Art Novels & Stories

Except, the painted-on stones, on the box, form a diamond and in the center, a bright light is depicted by a lightning bolt. “What is it?” Tawny asks leaning in to see. “I’ll answer that when I open it.” I quip back at my best friend, and she returns it by sticking out her tongue. Mathias growls. “You are not opening that fucking thing. No way!” He swings his hand out to emphasize his meaning. Tawny and I both gawk at my mate. Of course, we were going to open it. Why wouldn’t we? I hold the box out for everyone to get a good look.

But it was the last gift that had everyone’s attention. Talon crouched in front of her, his green eyes glinting as he held out a long, flat box wrapped in black paper with silver skulls. “This one's from me and your mom,” he said, his voice low, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. “But I’m warnin’ you now, angel-two — it comes with conditions.” Scarlett didn’t hesitate. She tore into the wrapping, her fingers frantic, and then froze when she saw what was inside.

Gerald knitted his brows tightly together as he felt extremely curious. The wooden box did not look like an ordinary relic at first glance. No matter how he looked at it, it seemed to contain a trace of a holy spirit. Gerald’s brows were tightly knitted together as he watched intently. At this time, Tilar opened the wooden box. Immediately afterward, a hint of a very rich purple glow came out of the box, and the purple glow instantly enveloped itself around Tilar. It was a spiritual artifact that was accompanying the purple glow.

I don't want to count anymore. Step 15: Then fucking peel it! "Ah! That's it?" Butt called. "Yes! In that way, the Immortal Artifact would open!" "o.O" Then he started peeling the box. 1 hour later... Butt opened it... "Wow!" Both of them exclaimed! To be continued... Satou, D. Days that you need to change back isn't that impossible with a Time Machine. Vote For ITIBT for more updates! Author Thoughts: Spoiler Alert.

Alpha raised an eyebrow. “B-but I didn’t-“ “Haven’t you realized by now?” Alpha uncovered the white fabric covering the box containing the crest. Everyone in the room gasped, the box was an ancient, five thousand old artifact carved from premium wood and first generation gold. One could tell from a glance at the energy that surrounded the box, that it contains no ordinary matter. It held the crest of the leader of the underworld. The one capable of subduing the inner demons of the most notorious people in the universe.

KIRA’S POV The page finished loading slowly, as if even the internet itself was hesitant to reveal what I was searching for. Images flooded my screen—aged parchment backgrounds, charcoal sketches, faded drawings that looked like they had been scanned from books far older than this century. My eyes immediately locked onto the first article. The Moonbound Box. I clicked on it. A long passage appeared beneath the heading, written in formal, archaic language. Below it were sketches of wooden boxes—rectangular, carved with symbols, ancient in design. At first glance, my heart jumped.

The symbols on the box matched those on the walls, and Luna felt a surge of recognition. "This is it," she whispered, approaching the pedestal. "This is what we were meant to find." Asher reached out, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Be careful, Luna. We don't know what kind of power this artifact holds." Luna nodded, taking a deep breath before carefully opening the box. Inside, she found a crystalline orb that pulsed with a soft, ethereal light. As she held it, visions flooded her mind—visions of a great battle, of sacrifices made and victories won.

Ordan stated looking at Omage, "an' yer are unable to enjoy the rest of yer day out. I think that is punishmen' enough." He turned away from them, leaving the room, and mumbling under his breath. "Would still have been better if you had just killed them." A while later Soartin brought out a wooden box from within his cloak and placed it on the floor. Opening it revealed a game of war, the box housing its wooden pieces and opening fully to serve as the game board. Apparently, he had bought it despite how the day had gone. "Who's interested?" he asked, a question that had them lining up, save Alsipin who left the room in anger.

“Open it.” Titan nodded and carefully pulled at the ribbon. The wrapping slid away, revealing a beautiful, black wooden box inside. It was polished, almost shining, with a carved symbol on the lid; a dragon spitting fire, its tail coiled like a serpent. The box sat on a bed of rich red cloth, like it belonged in a treasure vault. Victor’s forehead wrinkled. He said nothing, and his eyes fixed on the box. Titan slowly opened it. Inside were three things, each set in its own place.

Laila says, a little suspicious, but I plop some of my blankets onto her lap and direct her attention back to the TV, pressing play. Laila goes still for a while, frowning at the screen, and then glances sidelong at me. “How…how did you get the turtle in that box?” she whispers. “And who taught it to speak?” I burst out laughing as I pass my bowl of popcorn to her, conjuring a new one for myself. “Maybe it would be easier to just say it’s sorcery,” Anton murmurs, glancing at me, a delighted and mischievous light in his eyes.