Undertale Ghost Novels & Stories

Currently, Ghost Warlock is concentrated in the place where, besides the Ghost Scene Female Gerenal, there are also two hundred demon warriors. There is also the Ghost Scene Female Gerenal who summons the War Soul mutant, the demon warrior squad that fought with this place Ghost Warlock. After the Underworld Guardian hit, he directly attacked the Ghost Scene Female Gerenal, but was stopped by two demon warriors. Obstructing the Underworld Guardian is Asura Leader and Ghost Marshal. If Asura Leader and Ghost Marshal face the Underworld Guardian alone, it is not the Underworld Guardian opponent. But when they combine, they can at least fight with the Underworld Guardian.

Lyra asked, her obsidian blade appearing in a flurry of violet sparks. The Shadow-Heir didn't answer with words. He raised the rusted scalpel, and the air around him turned into "Grey Static." He was a "Narrative Ghost," a version of Kaelen that would have existed if Lyra had never found the Shadow Claws, if the silver-poison had been allowed to finish its work.

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

She reiterated firmly. "How important could those creatures be to me?" Ghost asked with a bitter notch. "I fucking detest them and you know it. Seeing them in my nightmares these past weeks have been insane. And now they invade my trance. How important do they think they are for them to torture me like that?!" He was venting but on the wrong person. It couldn't be helped. The situation has left him bare and distorted. Like a lunatic. He needed to let out the steam or he could explode.

The funeral for Ghost feels slow. I stand over his tombstone and build up the guilt inside. Ghost was supposed to take my lead to destroy the secret bases of the Order, but the mole sent by them betrayed him. I let the rain pour down on me as I stare at his name and the titles he's been given: a comrade, a friend, a brother, a Dagger. His grave is in a private field owned by Odin for those who have fallen. I closed my eyes and wished to return to time and save him and Poppy.

“You think you’re the only one?” “You wound me, Delia,” Gray chuckles. She slaps his arm playfully, letting him know it's time to get serious. He straightens up, as all signs of amusement snap from his face in a split second and holds still while she goes to work on the chain in his hands. She places both of her hands a few inches above the metal and whispers some incantation until a low blue glow can be seen from underneath her palms. When the glow fades she moves her warm copper brown hands and sighs.

He howled against the dark starless night as bats flew across the pine forest. ’You know what, little boy? You should get a woman to come here with you. Entice her to follow you and maybe—this time around—we could have some fun. The fun that had been eluded and elusive to you since you’re besotted with that good-for-nothing Ultima,’ Zane purred, enticing Zack to follow through with the plan that might.

In the moonlight, a woman in a white lace dress was kneeling on the stone steps of the chapel, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders trembling. She had no feet. Below her dress, there was only a swirling black mist. "I see her." Lorenzo let out a low whistle. "Two years ago, Marco put her in the ground right there. Her ashes are buried under the rose bushes behind the chapel." I didn't stop, walking straight toward the chapel. Giovanni froze behind me but didn't dare to call out. As I reached the bottom of the steps, the female ghost's head snapped up. She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits.

And I refused to sever the man I loved. So I looked for the fourth option. I looked at the ghosts. They were still there, trapped beneath the fallen crystal, their ashen bodies flickering in the gaps between the rocks. They weren't just memories. They were debt. They were the energy the Council had stolen across four hundred years. The Widow was using Kael to anchor the world. I was going to use the ghosts to anchor the gift. I pressed my marked palm against the cold, transparent skin of Kael’s chest.

Cody finds us again, as the unicorns follow closely behind him. The unicorns look tired and confused. The critters of Saint Maria chatter, squawk, and sing as loudly as their voices will let them. "It's the Ghost. She's destroyed the remaining luna lilies. She must have followed Cody and the other unicorns to the Luna mountain. The spiders came and destroyed the rest of the flowers. The Ghost has a luna lily, and once she uses it's magic it will be too late for the rest of the Saint Maria valley," Queen Ursa of the unicorns says.