Undertale Halloween Novels & Stories

This is information Shantal would have loved to know before she wore her unicorn pajamas while moving a few of her things over from her house to his. When Shantal knocked on the door, small boxes in hand, she nearly feel over when she saw Trevor, a boy whom she hardly knew before, stand in the doorway with a gun pointed at her. Trevor stares at her up and down for a moment before lowering his gun. "Hey, I hate to break it to you, but Halloween stopped being celebrated over half a millennia ago. And it's also not October." Trevor says in a sleepy yet lighthearted voice. Before Shantal could say anything, she hears what sounds like a truck falling down a cliff. "Really Steve?" Trevor says as h

Tay says and Nate helps with the plates and glasses. We all dish up and dig in. "So guys, Friday is Halloween. What are we going to do?"Nate asks, and I gulp the rest of the wine. It's my third glass and so far I'm enjoying it. "There's no we, if you want to dress up then go ahead and leave us out of it, "Tay says and wipes his lips. "You guys act like grannies. It's Halloween for the love of God. Who doesn't celebrate Halloween?" he asks and before Tay can respond the doorbell rings.

he broke the silence again. "Okay," she nodded again. "Do you have a costume?" she added. "Do I need to wear a costume?" "Sure! Everybody wear costume on Halloween ... I think I can fix something for you, we'll go after dinner, is that okay with you?" she sounded excited. Halloween is her favorite festivity in Bluebridge, deep down she wanted to spend her first Halloween with Tommy. Landon was a good distraction from her unrelenting nightmare. "We'll go by foot ... there will be fun surprises along the walking path and the woods, people put booby traps and all sorts of pranks ... you'll love it!" she said.

But who knew that the fantasy romance novel would suddenly get turned into a horror novel. 'Halloween's Party', a game where selected people gets chosen to participate in a supernatural survival game. Those selected people are called as the ‘Players’. It is said that if you complete and clear 'Halloween's Party' you will get what you desire. No matter the wealth, beauty, power or even immortality.

"Just don't be afraid of me. If it bothers you, don't look." With those words, he seemed to dissolve into a thick stack of black fog. His face peered from the center and took on a horrifying, almost demonic appearance, with glowing red eyes and elongated features made of the same fog. Emily opened her mouth in a silent scream, but the only sound that emerged was an almost inaudible squeak. "Don't look," he commanded, his voice sounding like a haunted howl of wind. "Hold on tight," he instructed as the group barreled through the line of werewolves and into the night.

“Good. We have work to do.” Kyle clapped his hands dramatically like I didn’t just threaten him. “Alright boys and girls—werewolf, witch, demon, wolf,” he announced. “Bag your emotional baggage and your actual baggage. We are going to the underworld!” Tara instantly turned pale. Kyle winked at her. “Oh don’t give me that look. It'll be fun. Horrifying, traumatizing, and possibly fatal—but still fun.” Nicholai cleared his throat. “Wait—are you saying you can open a port to the underworld right here? Or is there like a pathway or doorway or something?”

I'd parted the zipper that runs up to my neck down just enough to show off my cleavage, giving a nice sneak peak to what I'd hidden underneath. Somner's eyes dart down to the stretch of skin briefly. Gotcha. "Was wondering if you had any festivities in mind?" I smile at him. One of the more deeply ingrained rituals—and one of my favorites—is an ode to the gods. Getting into a heated entanglement under the full moon and giving yourself over the pleasure that comes with fucking on Halloween is almost a rite of passage. "Depends," he tilts his head to the side. "You offering?"

“Some of them for hundreds of years. “The Underworld is a Kingdom in itself; as I told you this morning, all the dead are in the Deadlands, awaiting reincarnation.” “This place is weird,” I murmur, looking around at all the people. Now that Laila has said it, I do note that a lot of their skin is papery and frail, hanging off their bodies as if it almost wants to slough off like a snake. I grimace. “Shh,” Laila says, nudging me. “Pay attention.” I do as I’m told, turning my eyes back up to the God of Death. “We now invite our lovely Contestants,” the God days, gesturing out towards the center of the group, “to ascend the pillar and demonstrate for us their beauty. Please, all, come forward.”