Undertale Novels & Stories

I replied and smiled bitterly, where in the back of my head I wanted to pinch him with a nail cutter. To my surprise, Corpse offered his hand. I was taken aback. I stared at his dull eyes for a moment until I gave in and shook his hand, tightly crushing his knuckles with my palm. He flinched, which gave me the satisfaction that I was dying to get. I won't let him win on his dirty games with me. If he's able to act like nothing happened, then I better be the calloused hand to slap him with the faults he's trying to dismiss.

flashback Kayla made it to this handsome stranger and his dog before I did, but he thankfully held on to her before she could touch the animal. “Woah, princess, you don't just touch any dog like that, okay? It can hurt you.” He explained, tone gentle. “But I wanna touch it.” Kayla pressed stubbornly, her mouth taking on that cute pout most people found hard to say no to.

She made it halfway before Drago caught her. Huge arms engulfed her, “No,, you aren’t going to run, my mate,” His silky voice lulled in her ears. Mate. Why did he keep saying that word? What was she, an albatross? Humans didn’t refer to their partners as mates, wolves maybe, but not humans, so why did he keep repeating it? Drago’s strong arms carried her effortlessly to the bathroom. The thing was huge. All white, just like the rest of the room, and in the center was what she considered her mortal enemy, a huge whirlpool bathtub, big enough to fit four or five people.

The day the new Pack House was finished, my mother, Aria, the Luna, announced the room assignments. Every space in the three-story mansion was claimed. The top floor was the Alpha and Luna’s suite. The room next to it—the biggest, the most beautiful, with moonstones embedded in the walls to soothe a wolf’s soul—was for Chloe. Chloe’s father died ten years ago in the Blood Moon War. He sacrificed himself to save my brother, Jasper. After that, my family adopted her. The whole pack treated her like a hero’s orphan, protecting her at all costs. I traced the blueprints with my finger. Room by room. My name wasn't there. I asked my mother. She paused, then spoke in that gentle, matter-of-fact ton

It went in the ascending order of bronze, silver, gold, platinum, prince, king, honor, supreme, and legend, with the finders of the Merc Union being legend rank themselves, each of whom were Emperor rank in cultivation! After Caleb, Fafnir picked the call sign 'Famine', Oxley picked the call sign 'War', and Bigby picked 'Plague'. The receptionist giggled as she registered them. "Well those are some interesting names… It's like you are all intent on bringing the apocalypse!" "Hehe! They are cool names!" Oxley chuckled. "Oh, and what shall the party name be?" the receptionist asked. "Let's go with the Undertakers," Caleb said calmly, suddenly remembering something the Coffin said. "And our mot

"Mission failed. You're going to be wiped out. Do you want to restart the mission and keep trying to save the underworld queen, Daniela Falcone?" I shook my head. "Just wipe me out." "Understood. Wipe-out protocol initiated. You have 72 hours left." I closed my eyes. The silence around me felt deafening. A second later, like a man possessed, I tapped open Luca Bianchi's livestream. He was broadcasting from the hilltop villa Daniela had bought for him. On screen, he stood at an easel mixing paints, an oversized shirt hanging off him and a hair tie looped around his wrist.

"And if you don’t leave right now, you’ll see just how fast I can make this place flood with werewolves. You might be tough, but you can’t take on hundreds. Try me." Nathan gave a mock bow. "I’ll be waiting for your answer, sweetie," he winked before turning on his heel and leaving. Penny turned to me, still fuming. "I’m dying to know what that was about. But first—tell me about that plan or yours. I need to know you and my niece or nephew are going to be safe." I took a deep breath. "Fine. But my plan depends on your answer. Is there an underground basement at the castle? One only a few people know about?"

Johnny picked up the mate-bond dissolution application and flipped through it again and again. "Impossible! I've never signed this! This has to be forged! A fake!" I shook my head and let out a frigid chuckle. "If it's forged, do you think the alliance wouldn't find out? Are you questioning the alliance's capabilities?" Johnny's eyes turned red as he rushed at Zack, grabbing him by the collar. "What did you do to make Carla want to be your mate?!"

“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?”

<><><> Tiger's wagon halted sharply in front of the old building, and he came down in just a black singlet on his jean pants. He's got a stick of weed in his mouth which he kept puffing as he stared at the building It's the oldest building in Sicily, and the walls are already cracking. The rendezvous for most shady businesses in the Underworld (criminals world) Meeting The Terminator has been his target since two years ago when she began her merciless killings, but he hasn't been lucky for once despite his higher up position in the Underworld. Her face has stayed hidden, only her perfect killings speak for her. For the record, she killed 40+ people already, thereby making a name