Undertale Hate Soul Novels & Stories

He retorted. "Caused by whom?" She said, checking out her long nails. "I don't not know what you're talking about" He said and she glared at him. "Cut the act Luciano, you and I, know you committed a grave sin by becoming an Alpha." She voiced out. "Is this where our conversation is heading too? Great!" He sighed, and rubbed his forehead. "The dreams you keep having are because of the harms you've caused the dead. I mean, the innocent people you've Killed" Lilith said, shaking a bell in her hand.

The Waitara Path’s soul spirit nodded and stated, “I must remind you, James. Your Gate of Annonymous can’t trap me forever. When the Leere Tribulation strikes, it will be a life-and-death battle between us. There will be no going back. “You want to oppose me, but you can’t stop the divine beings from worshiping and following me. That includes your family and friends. The Haleth Realm was derived from me. “The wisest thing for you to do is kill my soul spirit. Perhaps it might delay things a bit…” James interrupted, “You underestimate me. I could bring you here and reveal your plan without hesitation because I never intended to eliminate your soul spirit. “I will wait for your return, and pro

He lacked inner peace. He inhaled the vinous smoke as the corner of his lips twitched in a sad smile. His eyes deceived him being moist and a lone tear slipped down his face on the sand. The sand sucked the water as soon as it fell on it, and he wondered if his pain disappeared in thin air like that. He breathed out a puff of smoke through his nose and mouth. Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?"

"Disgusting." I was shocked. Did he mean that he was disgusted by my voice or by the fact that I'd called him "Finnie"? People always said that once someone hated another person, they would find every aspect of that person disgusting or revolting to the bone. The hate in Finnegan's eyes didn't seem fake. Although I kept staring at them, keeping my hopes up that the look would disappear, the fact didn't change that he hated me. Finnegan was in love with Colette, after all. Not me.

Then he looked away. “I did throw your soul out into the wilderness. I gave up.” The wilderness in the underworld had been mentioned once by Celeste. She had said that souls that were consistently evil were displaced there so they would not reenter the reincarnation cycle. “Oh,” he said. “You treated me like an evil soul.” Even though he had never known what had happened to his soul after his death, he still felt hurt. Atlas took his hand suddenly and laced their fingers together. “It’s not like that,” Atlas informed him. “I wanted to see what Nocturne would do. Would he give up on you?”

“If you hate it so much, why read it?“ “Who said I hate it? I enjoy reading books where the main character is different from my personality. I think it’s no fun when I’m too similar to a character, it would be like I’m reading a story about myself, when I’m reading to escape the reality of my life.” Oh, he thinks deeply. Not expecting that from him, to be honest. I mean, it’s not that he looks dumb, but he just doesn’t look like the “smart, bookworm” type either.

"Why do you say that? Do you want to hurt me? But you haven't succeeded! I love you. I've always loved you. And I don't care what you are, what your past is. I just love your existence. I just love what you are, I love you for being born into this world." Celeste lowered her eyes down and clenched her hands in her fists and said, "I've seen too much death and too much suffering. My soul is black and there is no room in it for love. My heart has long been destroyed. Do you want to love someone like me?" Still on his knees, he bent even lower and looking at her little feet, which were in old shoes, said, "Both in darkness and in daylight, among evil and good, among the living and dead, I love

"Oh, my dear doll. If he's in love with the soul, he's in love with the wielder of it, no matter what they look like. You could be an ugly troll and he would still love you and fight for you. You talk as if there is a separation between you and your soul but you're mistaken. The soul is reborn and you might have slightly different characteristics, but you are the same person with different circumstances, over and over again." "That's not true," Eros argued. "Holly isn't like Acacia or Willow or Ivy. She's Holly and she's amazing." Famine smirked and looked over Eros's head. "Brother, Lust compliments your woman more and more. Is that truly something you can allow?"

blue soul:- I don't care about humans but I do brother if you bring any other soul and start liking it, I know it makes no sense but try to understand. ariel:- so you are yandere ( someone who can even kill other of his love interest or you is very possessive) if you are a girl I will marry you. in reality, the blue soul has feelings of never-ending loyalty towards ariel nothing else, don't think anything stupid.

“If any part of the sword touches any part of his body, I win. And there would be no sacrifice. But he only wins when my heart is no longer beating.” “A duel to the death?” the eldest one said. “We accept on the condition that we would sacrifice both Ashley, her sister, and their father when you lose.” “Me!” I yelled and walked towards them. “Sacrifice me if he loses. My name is Molly Lancaster, and I'm a descendant of one of the werewolves that attacked the monks to steal the spirit sword. I'm a werewolf illusionist, the last of my kind. Sacrifice me instead of them.”