Undertale Official Artwork Novels & Stories

“Do you see anything that interests you?” The tapestry furthest left was a simple design depicting the Higher God of Bloodshed, Arners, surrounded by a sea of--well, blood. He had on his typical wolf skull mask and black cape with a giant axe gripped tightly in his hand. The middle tapestry was a lighter scene, simply a forest with a woman lying up against a tree with a stag cozying up to her. The woman looked quite familiar, as if Ursa had seen her before. The final tapestry hung up depicted a castle on a ledge surrounded by a sea of lava. Overhead, a large storm harassed the castle, incessantly trying to get the attention of the people within. That was the original piece. “These are all qu

"Sure," Then, turning to Grendel, he asked, "May I ask that you take off your tunic, my lord?" "Hahaha! Of course!" Surprisingly, Grendel didn't hesitate to take off his tunic from under his golden robes, baring his muscular form. And on top of his heart was a black palm print, sparkling with golden sparks! Caleb studied it for a while, and his eyes narrowed right then. "It's the mark… of a Scion rank!"

Greetings to all my wonderful readers! As you've likely noticed, I have actual artwork of my characters for the cover of my book now. This was a commission I paid for from a very dear artist friend by the name of Rydi on DeviantART also known as lucia-garcia on ArtCorgi. We've known each other for a long time now, and I was super happy she gave me permission to use the old commissions in this way, so if you like her style, feel free to check her out.

I sat up in a jump, reaching for the bag as he stood up and stretched. " So this is what you ran to your room to get? " Theo teased the boy. Opening the bag, I pulled out a tank top, or at least, what was left of one, since it looked like it had lost a nasty fight with the scissors. The side was very low cut, and you could see that it had been cut halfway down its length, and the neckline had also been expanded. But what was most striking was the handmade painting of a skeleton riding a flaming unicorn with the letters "T A M" underneath.

Although she was flanked by a worried Hayden and a terrified Titan, she felt no fear, only a nagging sense of urgency. Grandmother Alma led them down a wide corridor whose walls were cluttered with countless paintings. There were a few shelves lining the walls and these were clustered with ornaments. Cory suddenly realized that many of the paintings and ornaments were different depictions of owls: brown, black, spotted, grey, snowy and frequently perched in elm trees. Other paintings showed landscapes and creatures Cory hardly recognized. Those were otherworldly things: beings with many eyes and animal ears, little grey-skinned children, wolves walking on their hind legs.

After all, he was one of the best game creators and designers for his and Hayden’s gaming company. Then something caught her attention. It was a gigantic digital art poster on one side of the wall. She caught her breath, truly amazed at the artwork. To say it was fantastic was an understatement. It took her breath away the moment she set her eyes on it. It was set in a fantasy world with a gothic castle and a cherry tree in full bloom in the background. However, what really fascinated her was the central picture of the dark knight and a fair maiden. The pair caused her insides to shiver with something akin to pleasure and delight.

Rick At the training grounds, Ivy watched while a few omegas painted a couple of the bags. Whatever the paint was, it sparkled in the light but was otherwise clear. “Art project, Love?” I asked and sat down next to her in the grass. “After visiting my grandmother, Blake thought exposing the warriors to silver was a good idea. I thought having bags to punch covered in it would be an interesting way to go.” She picked up a container next to her and held it out to me. “Hungry?”