Undertale Halloween Novels & Stories

The older man nodded slightly. “Get them here.” Toad demanded before moving on to other business. The meeting was coming to an end when there was a knock on the door. After he bellowed for the prospect to open the door, a confused face appeared. “The best way I can describe this, Halloween is here with Pagan’s daughter asking for Dino.” “Halloween is a good description.” Dino grinned as Gremlin and Rocky chuckled. “Show Halloween in.” Toad ordered. The prospect stepped back and motioned for someone to enter. Shiloh stepped in holding Alyssa’s hand. She let go and ran over to her dad. Pagan pulled her into his lap and kissed the top of her head.

We walked through the lobby towards the bustling Manhattan streets. "Used to getting what I want, Miss Heather." He replied in a low voice, making my stomach flutter. I ignored his last words and shifted my gaze to the lanterns being set up in a corner. Oliver mentioned something about a festival in Manhattan. "Is there an event happening here?" I asked, pointing to the lanterns. He turned to look at me. "Halloween. Some blocks will be closed for half a day." "Oh." I nodded slightly while still looking at the lanterns. Some were shaped like pumpkins and bats. I had never seen a festival before, except for school festivals.

If they wanted him to see it, they were expecting a reply. By dawn, I was already on the move, slipping through back alleys and over the sleeping rooftops of the city. I avoided the council guard routes with practiced ease. I knew the Frost fang’s patterns, he’d studied them once as an outsider, and now again as something much more dangerous: an anomaly. The scent of smoke and wildflowers hit me just before I reached the edge of Kaela’s quarter. A warding spell. Fresh. Kaela’s. She was buying time.

The moon hung high in the sky, casting an eerie glow upon the army of the undead as they marched relentlessly towards Alpha Caleb's borders. Selena, the dark sorceress, stood at the forefront, her eyes filled with a malevolent gleam. Beside her, Kevin, her loyal ally, radiated a sinister aura, his features twisted with anticipation.

Still the perfect phase for necromancy, which flourished in the death of the old moon and the rebirth of the new, a magical tipping point for the delicate work of crossing the line between life, death, and undeath. A line I hadn’t meant to cross tonight. I mean, it was December twenty-third. I wasn’t much for the family holiday bullshit, but even I wouldn’t be crass enough to purposely raise the undead two days before Christmas, not when Nate had gotten so fucking excited about the idea of decorating and cooking and making it a thing. I meant to make hiding upstairs my thing as much as possible, and if anyone suggested I sing, there might be blood. But I could do my small part for goodwill f

Damien told me that we had to wait until Samhain6, or Halloween, to teleport us to Hell, because that’s supposedly when the veil between the living world and the dead is its thinnest, and it would be the easiest day for me to attempt teleporting between realms since it’s my first time.

Willy tried to explain to the startled bystanders, who were now looking amused, when he tried to explain the blue skin colour of Orbin the Incubus of the Succubus realm (or Succubino land). “Dude! How do you explain me--- to them?” Tristian the Reptilian inched closer and whispered. “Oh! And I forgot to mention. This here, is a guy dressed up, in a Lizard skin costume, because we are going to a Halloween party,” Willy elaborated further to the crowd. “Duh?! Halloween’s like a month away from now!” The Reptilian whispered sarcastically. Willy faked a laugh and he threw up his hands, “Sorry I meant to say we are going to a Halloween rehearsal.”

STREET 666, House of Lamentation. Wow. Dude, this screams demon on so many levels. Matilda tapped the mailbox, her jaws cackling as her dangling eyes swayed merrily. “Welcome to your dorm house, girlie.” The clapping of the thunder around the gloomy castle gave-off a Halloween vibes. Cent realized that the hill where the castle was located was the only place on the island constantly shrouded with dark clouds and zaps of lightning. No amount of sunlight was able to penetrate the hill where the Halflings resided.

"Unless, of course, one of you guys was planning on dating him?" Her friends immediately relaxed. "Nah, I'm good," Lucy grinned. "I haven't found Mr. Right yet, but I have high hopes for next Halloween." "Halloween?" Charlotte snorted at their gothic friend. "Don't you mean valentines day?" "Nope," Lucy inhaled with a wistful smile playing over her lips. "Halloween is the most romantic day of the year for us gothic people. We bond over gore and blood." Scarlett laughed. "Gross!"

“Why, Ms. Thalia?” In a wave of her hand, the chains in Dorrien Ronan’s hand now plummeted onto the floor. “There is always a right timing for everything.” *** Finally, Samhain has come. October 31 and it was the hallowed day for the creatures of the night. The Hunter’s Moon was vibrantly glowing on Halloween Night—Samhain for vampires and werewolves, and even for the Blood Witches also known as the Heathens. Rozelyn managed to recover soon from that heart-stopping situation days ago; less than a day, to be frank.