Undertale Guards Novels & Stories

She was not. Arthur arched his eyebrow at Diana before he chuckled slowly. She was looking at the escape route that she managed to get as she was distracting the Gamma. This is my chance, take it now, she mused before she tried to make a move that would not alert the male in front of her right now. “I would not do that if I were you. I have placed some guards alongside the fields to make sure that no one, including, can get past through if we were trying to rehearse the defenses,” Arthur said before Diana froze as he trapped her inside his arms.

He steadied me until he was sure I would remain upright. I looked at Sable. He was much taller than I’d realized. His eyes were doing the red-orange flame thing as he gazed down on me. “We’re here,” he said. “Talon’s stronghold.” A huge double wrought iron gate with a gothic squeak was opening slowly. Two men and two women ran out. They were dressed in black leather from head to toe. I stumbled slightly when one of the women laid hard eyes on me. “They are Talon’s personal guard,” Sable said.

His power is so great that even he is unaware of his potential. “How are we meant to see where we are going now?” Reynard asked. “You don’t,” Talon’s eyes flickered with a hue of his magic, “the shadows will guide me, and I will guide you. My Alpha gave Moonstone’s Beta his word that the best guard would protect both of you – that’s me.”

The Emperor twisted a smile and said, “Clever.” Each pillar on the front row revealed more guards, but this time, equipped with golden armors, helms, and purple capes. They stepped out of their hiding behind the pillars and gathered after the Emperor. Raeherys counted with his eyes—six warriors. Each one seemed more dangerous than any other guard they had encountered. “The Sun Guarde,” Estevan muttered. “The Six ... Be careful, Raeherys, they’re not like any other enemies we’ve fought before.”

Not even if God Himself would decide to forgive her. As she waited with bated breath, approaching footsteps could be heard from the door. Using the tanks as reflection, she could vaguely see the people entering. It was Fakey McBaldy, Gollum, the female player, one man and the last to enter was Undertaker. They entered cautiously with their guns in position. “Five,” thought Gray to herself. “Four down.”

"Okay, you’re approaching the vault antechamber. Kael says there’s a Guardian." Ethan slowed. He rounded the corner. Standing in front of the massive circular vault door was a golem. It was eight feet tall, made of enchanted bronze, holding a halberd that crackled with electricity. "It’s a Construct," Ethan whispered. "If I fight it, the vibrations will trigger the alarm." "Don't fight it," Emily said quickly. "It’s programmed to recognize Council signatures. I found the override code in the Evans archives—Ryan’s father was on the security committee."

Auster straightened the golden mace in his hand and said, “We must break off this sinister wind immediately. If we continue to let it grow, the entire woods will be swallowed by it. Then, we will be trapped inside this meat grinder, and death is certain for us.” All seven guardians stepped forward, and each used their means to blast an attack at that tornado. Rumble!!! Each of the seven guardians of the Sacred Association was a top transcendent powerhouse. As seven of them combined their strengths, as expected, that tornado was broken down. “Go!!!” Auster roared. A golden glow shrouded his body and shielded his body. Even though those leaves continued to hit his body, they couldn’t cut throu

And the novice, carrying the guard, just pushed back the heavy bolt and gave the comers the keys to the empty dungeons, where the undead were securely locked, leaving them to languish behind two bars. To be honest, Tamir decided that today the kref would appoint him to guard the door. And from this thought the whole was covered with goosebumps. The guy is already used to the ghouls, but to the living walking ... Sitting with them underground, in the dark ... Therefore, when the mentor led the learner into a tight prison, and did not drag him further down the corridor, he simultaneously tensed and calmed down, no matter how wonderful it sounded.

Torchlight bled across the floor in uneven lines, casting dancing shadows that made everything seem unstable, unreal. Two guards stood in the doorway—tall, masked, unreadable as statues carved from stone and malice. One held a collar in his gloved hands, the leather gleaming wetly in the firelight. The other held shackles that clinked softly with each minor movement, a sound like distant wind chimes or the rattle of bones. Both wore the red-trimmed armor of Kael's private enforcement unit, the elite soldiers who handled the tasks too sensitive, too brutal, for regular guards.