Undertale: Disbelief Papyrus Novels & Stories

I kept remembering the way Thalia had trusted me when I told her there was nothing to worry about and how easily she had followed me down the empty path. She was just too trusting for her own good. When I finally returned to my room, I shut the door behind me and tossed my things onto the chair. I had barely taken a breath when a faint glow appeared near the window. I froze, already knowing what it meant. Crossing the room, I found a small piece of enchanted parchment resting against the frame, its surface glowing faintly in the darkness. I picked it up carefully and unfolded it, my expression changing the moment I recognized the handwriting. There was no greeting, no explanation, and no att

Without uttering a word, he handed a golden gourd to James. After a moment of confusion, James took it and examined it. “What’s this?” “Zephyr Tear.” Peak Master Wulte glanced at James. “Take a sip. It’s equivalent to absorbing the core of a third-grade Yuraeceon Xaelm Rank.” James’ eyes lit up. He opened the gourd and drank the liquid in gulps. “You’ve gone too far.” Peak Master Wulte immediately snatched the gourd away. “I’m not that foolish kid who would seal ninety percent of my cultivation base and fight you.”

The brittle pages cracked softly beneath my fingers. The council resumed quieter arguments behind me, but I barely heard them. My focus stayed on the manuscript. Symbols filled the pages. Dark incantations. Ancient ritual diagrams. The air around the book felt wrong. Cold. Like something dead was breathing through the parchment. Then something slipped loose between the pages. A folded parchment slid out and landed on the table. I picked it up carefully. Sol stepped closer beside me. “What is it?” I unfolded it. A map. Not of a single territory.

"If you knew I was getting closer to the amulet, why didn't you try to stop me earlier? Why let me come this far?" Azrael's eyes narrowed, and a sly smile played across his lips. "Ah, Alyssa, my dear, you underestimate the power of the amulet and its elusive nature," he replied, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and malice. "That scroll you read back at the first tapestry, it is blank to those who aren't the purest of hearts. I had no idea where the amulet was hidden until I saw you reading it. That's when I realized I could use you as a means to retrieve it."

The array map was extremely powerful, and it was more than enough to handle a second-stage Pulse Control Realm disciple. However, it seemed to be useless against Caspian!

my voice came out raspy, caught between a flare of hope and deep-seated skepticism. ​Kyle reached into the inner pocket of his cloak. ​He pulled out a roll of aged parchment, bound with worn leather cord. It wasn't the slick, suspicious silk paper Sorela had surrendered. This looked authentic. It looked ancient. It looked... true. ​"The map you took last night was the bait," Kyle stated, placing the roll on the cluttered table. "I knew that girl would betray us. So, I bribed one of the archivists at Lysander’s castle. He provided me with the original."

Of course, the ancient would have a hidden horror book in his personal damn throne in his personal damn vault! It was clear that the writing wasn’t normal ink and it had to be some kind of tattoo. I studied the first page, which seemed to be some kind of drawing of a tree. The ink had faded in some places, but I could still make out the tree. The next page was a very bad drawing of what seemed to be a witch and I could only imagine the circular image to be a cauldron of sorts! That was it! This was what we had been looking for all this time! I quickly paged to the next page. It was covered in symbols I had never seen before which I could only guess was the spell … Could this be the unlinking

“What does tape do?” “It sticks things together.” “Why.” “So your present does not fall apart.” I squinted at the roll. “This is sticky mortal sorcery.” Elara laughed. “It is not sorcery. You pull it, tear it, and press it down.” “It looks like a cursed eel.” “It is not an eel.” “It is staring at me.” “It does not have eyes.” “It has evil energy.” Elara ignored all my concerns and handed me a box. “Wrap this.”

Priestess Tanya asked, her face scrunched up in disbelief. At that moment I was utterly shocked and confused. My thoughts were spiraling to the extent I thought they’d explode eventually and drive me insane. I was still lost in my thoughts when we heard Selene yell all of a sudden. Alarmed Priestess Tanya and I turned to her only to see her pupils dilated to a white color. She began chanting a spell as she gathered all the contents of the wooden box that we had taken out of it while trying to explore it, including my picture.

I yelp at the contact, feeling sizzles of desires ripple down my body. This is wrong. This is all shades of wrong. Why does my body betray my own thoughts like this. I pull away, gasping for air, clinging to him even as I yearn to be let off. "Tell me, sweet vixen. Tell me how you want me to punish you for disobeying me." "You are sick," I spit out. A cold smile spreads on his lips at my words. "Maybe. Maybe not, but that does not change the fact that you are stuck with me."