Undertale Hate Soul Novels & Stories

Her soul. Whereas Aayana is a 25 years old ambitious and talented girl with a sweet and caring nature. She loves from the core of her heart. She wants to shine in her career and she has a secret crush on Ira. She finds her soul in Ira. But she can't reach her because of her status. And she also knows that her family won't accept her reality. Still, she is in the hope that one day she will get her love. The love of her life. About whom she dreams every night and aspires every moment. The divine feelings she feels for Ira, give her the feel of a peach mountain. She is afraid that she will be able to get in touch with the love of her life. Her love. Her Soul.

“Whatever-the-fuck. Anyway, I been watchin’ from here almost every night since then and he’s always gone real late on Wednesday nights. I’m goin’ in there and I’m bustin’ inta that stone chest . . . ” He reached behind him, unzipped his backpack and pulled out a short-handled, hand-held sledgehammer. He hefted it, like he was Thor and it was Mjölnir. “I’m bustin’ in there and gettin’ that box and I’m crushin’ all those tiles to fuckin’ powder. I dunno how I know it, but I do. Dad’s soul is trapped in them things, and I’m gonna let it out.”

“Kaelith told me. They’re born like us, but they’re abandoned when they’re infants. Just left in the wild to survive in these horrible places. They have to learn to fight and fend for themselves or die. He acted like it didn’t matter, but after my Dad came in with the hot chocolate and he saw me cry—Ophelia, it bothered him. It got under his skin just like it would a mate.” My stomach twisted. That was a horrible life to live. “He just offered this information up?” “I think he’s intrigued by the mate-bond. He calls it soul magic. Really I think what stumps him is the fact that he believes demons don’t have souls.” I tipped my head to the side and kicked off my shoes. The sand was still warm.

After all, he had proven his strength. “I am dampening your spirits? Sylvio, do you think I need to do that? This time, Leila has no hope. Not only has its biggest reliance, Zwei Arithmetics, lost its efficiency, but it also has to handle the collaboration of the Soul Devourers and the Robotias. How are you going to fight us?” Stark smirked. “You don’t have to worry about that. An outrageous race like the Soul Devourers shouldn’t exist in the universe at all!” Sylvio triggered loudly.

And he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had met her before. --- The tension in the air was thick as Kael sat in the royal war library, surrounded by ancient scrolls. He flipped through them, desperately searching for answers, but all he found were warnings. The Soul-Oath was a dangerous thing. It amplified memories, heightened emotions, and bound the souls of those who shared it. He didn’t care about the warnings. He needed to understand why he kept dreaming of her, why her name felt so familiar. Selene. The door creaked open, and Captain Lynox stepped inside, his expression unreadable.

He raised his sickle, and the indigo-black silk began to Engulf the Room. It wasn't a physical attack; it was a Spiritual Leeching. The "Shroud" was playing back the "Extraction of the First Luna," but it was channeling the drain directly into my soul. I felt my "Too Much" energy being pulled from my marrow by a million invisible needles, my fire being "Siphoned" into the sarcophagus to power the very machine that was trying to kill me. "You are not a rebel, Darlene," the Shroud-Lord stated, his static-eyes fixing on mine. "You are just the Latest Refill".

Samael gives me a small smile, but his smile doesn't quite reach his eyes, and I can't get a good read on his emotions; they seem everywhere. "I can't imagine the pain you went through that day, but I hope I can help ease whatever pain you are still feeling today. That girl, Heather, that died from your magic, was the first lost soul I helped find her way into the underworld. My father had placed me on soul duty that day; he said it was important that I learned to talk to our dead and guide them through their afterlife. I'd been sitting there all day, bored out of my mind, waiting for a soul to come, when suddenly two souls came barreling toward me; the first soul was so black that I knew th

She scolded. "Can we play with her? Please, mom?" The boy in the blue shirt said. "Do you want to see my toy collection?" The one with light-colored eyes pouted. “You are Liam, right?” She bent down to his level. He gasped in surprise, “How do you know my name?”

A huge red demon with the body of a muscular and furry beast and the head and neck of a python emerged from the ground. The soul looked surprised but then continued sitting and showing an 'I don't care' attitude. Of course, it would behave like that because it was a soul and felt that it wouldn't be touched by anything. But I knew that this demon can definitely cause harm to it because the mirror summons demons according to my situation. The demon reached out and tried to grab the soul in vain. The soul laughed at the demon's attempt and laughed at me as well. To my surprise, the demon laughed and the spat a black sticky substance at the soul.

"Lucas the Demon, please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Dark Soul." The Rank 2 Ancestor Ranked Dark Race looked at Lucas proudly. "You're already dead," said Lucas. Dark Soul was surprised, and he looked at Lucas in astonishment. Before he could even talk, he lost the chance to do so ever again. Swoosh! A cold glint appeared, and Dark Soul parted from the world for good. Up till the moment when he was dead, Dark Soul could not believe that he would just drop dead like that. "Lucas the Demon, why are you so angry?"