Undertale Cyan Novels & Stories

It was one of the reasons Raphael had decided to deal with them specifically by using cures from the same family as the toxins, they just worked more efficiently that way. The belief was that the bolder colours we're usually toxins, like dark red, royal blue, golden yellow while the softer ones were cures except for Mandrake which had no bold or soft side. White was usually just white except you considered off white which by the way to Mages, was totally off and deserved to be given a different name entirely. "When do we get there?" Tank questioned snapping Raphael out of his thoughts.

Calming, taking deep breaths, and flickering a glance up at Toya once more. “My eyes… what did you see?” It’s the only thing she said that stuck. “Blue isn’t your color when you engage whatever this was.” Kaelin is the one to answer, and this surprises me. Because I have wolved the last few days and blue is for sure my constant color no matter what form I am in. They never change as they never have. Always blue, eternally glowing since birth. Just brighter as a wolf. “So what were they?” “Purple… well, blue purple sort of.” Toya shrugs, like she isn’t sure she actually saw that color, and Kaelin nods because he saw it too.

He dipped his hands in the pocket of both sides of his trouser. His eyes were demanding answers to his ridiculous questions. Caitlyn's shoulders dropped. For the second time since he arrived, she was disappointed. It was mixed with a wave of slight anger, now. She stared straight into his eyes. "No, I do not have a spare key. Yes, I cry over little things. You can as well call me a crybaby!" She held up the phone and key, "thank you for bringing them back. You can leave now. This crybaby is going to go in now."

Carl further explains to her. "What mark are you talking about?" She questioned him again, as she was already losing her patience. "From my findings, the hybrid will possess the mark of the turtle snake on his back. James confirmed to me, that he has no mark on his body at all... This mark is the major significance indicating that he's the true hybrid we seek for, and James doesn't have it!" Carl uttered those statements to Ms. Lauren with a confident look on his face...

Gray- This colour signifies individuals with zero potential. White-This colour signifies individuals with average potential Yellow- this colour signifies individuals with disaster potential Red- this colour signifies individuals with ancient potential. Gold- this colour signifies individuals with epic potential.] {Note: Level 1 to 20 - E-class - Common rank Lvl21 to 40 - D-class -Uncommon to Rare LVL 41 to 60-C-class -Elite LVL 61 to 80-B- class - Mystic Lvl 81 to 100 A-class - Unique

"But recently I learnt I can strangle immortals with just my mind, so don't test me." His full lips quirk up slightly, a prominent dimple etched into his left cheek. It compliments his raised cheek bones. My eyes linger downward, noting at the small amount of exposed skin at the top of his chest, a silvery tattoo is marked on his skin, similar to the colour of his eyes, and atop that, a small glass vial filled with a brillant blue liquid, like nothing my mortal eyes have seen before. "Where did you find this one, brother?" Hale asks, looking now at Cian, who appears to be examining the situation unfolding between Hale and I.

I keep my eyes glued to the monitor to check the leaderboard updates: Aldair (red) Beckett (blue) King (orange) Aldair (green) Sharpe (purple) Vance (cyan) Blake (silver) Harrington (gold) Sinclair (violet-gray) Torrence (magenta) Carver (lime) Dalton (black) Winslow (navy) Carstairs (teal) Ellery (maroon) Grayson (olive) Hawthorne (peach) Danvers (yellow-black)

"After all, you're that Glory's daughter." Cyan put up a smile and scratched her cheek, glancing at the watcher levitating near them before bringing her gaze back to her foe. "I may be General Killian's daughter, but please don't overestimate me." A smile crept up Cyan's opponent's lips and spun his spear in delight, watching Cyan receive a zerfara with the thought running through his mind: Such a wimp. She's only gotten here with Willow's help. As lightning struck down, the guy slammed to the nearest wall, creating a crater and an explosive boom! that echoed in the arena.

Her spine is readjusting. Amara screams some more, looking at me, begging me to help her but there is nothing I can do. My mother yells. Don’t fight the shift Amara, it will only hurt more. Welcome it. Accept it. Before we know it a huge Lycan stands before us. Golden eyes with a hint of red. All white fur, ruby red forearms and legs with 3 tails, 2 white and one red and a half-moon on her forehead. Thalia comes running. “I heard “then she stops dead in her tracks looking at this transformation before us. Is... Is that Amara? Thalia asks, shocked.

has them channeling into the wards, their energies flaring as they reinforce the sanctuary’s defenses. I stand at the chamber’s edge, my crescent mark pulsing, and let my new sight unfold. Auras pulse in rhythm with the Hollow’s heartbeat—Kael’s earthy green, Lysa’s shimmering violet, Renn’s jittery blue, Cassia’s blazing crimson. Sylvara’s jade-green aura weaves through them all, guiding the calibration. I scan for anomalies, a shadow that doesn’t belong, like the keystone’s taint.