Undertale Opening Novels & Stories

No one knew when the Great Lycan would come back and no one wanted to go against the rules of the leaders of the underworld. Lucas was ten years old when he first turned, his fur was white as snow and beautiful. He had been homeschooled for half of his life because his parents shielded him from the outside world, he was taught martial arts and self-defense at the age of eight and excelled in it, but he was sixteen and it was time for a change of environment. Reginald drove to the Lakeshore High school to enroll Lucas as a student for the senior year, it was unusual to have a new student and especially one for the senior year but the Alpha had his connections and Lucas was a bright student.

“The entrance is behind here. Only the heart of the balance can open it.” Cole stepped forward, holding the crystal up to the runes. The crystal’s light merged with the runes, and the rock began to grind open, revealing a dark tunnel that led deep into the mountain. The air inside was cool and still, and the only sound was the drip of water. They walked into the tunnel, Lila’s light leading the way. The walls were covered in carvings—depictions of the first gods, creating the world from nothing. Cole studied them as they walked, his eyes widening as he saw a figure that was not like the others—a tall, dark figure with eyes like purple fire. The Forgotten.

It was dusty but remained unharmed. Talia knelt, her gaze fixated on the board. The tiles were not adorned with images but bore intricate, etched symbols—runes. A tingling sensation coursed through her fingertips as she touched them. She carefully placed one of the tiles into position. A distinct "click" echoed in the silence. Her pulse quickened. “Lucian.” He was at her side in an instant, crouching beside her. “Tell me what’s happening.” “This is no game,” she whispered. “It’s a lock.”

“Well, I’ll be waiting for Mayumi and soon, JK.” With a smirk as a confirmation from him, the gate close, as the time then flows back with HIS snap, as the spell once more echoes. "Agite tenebrae abyssi" Without any clue and only thinking that they are still in the moment where Chantal is about to open the gate towards Him. Kyle draws a cunning smile, and so did Alliah. With the gate appearing and the door opened, Chantal took the step inside and meet Him. All without any hint nor idea that it was all but a play. “Shall we continue?”

No longer powerless. "Yeah… just nervous," I admit. Elijah’s lips curl into a soft smile. "You’ll be fine, my Luna." His voice drops to a low, melodic hum as he begins to chant, the ancient words rolling off his tongue like a song only wolves understand. "Na'vethar ka vethril, se'reythar ka mor'zhil dharani." (Open the gate, reveal the path to the mortal realm.) The moment the words leave his lips, the painting in front of us trembles, the canvas rippling like water disturbed by a stone. The frame glows, molten gold spreading like veins of light. Slowly, it expands, stretching into a massive, swirling doorway.

The ancient runes blazed red and the ground shook violently. A crack split across the altar then another as the entire battlefield trembled. Marcus looked toward the widening fissure. His expression changed instantly. “The gate, it’s opening” A blast of freezing air erupted from below as the earth continued splitting apart. An endless darkness waited beneath. Something ancient stirred within it. “No…” Hansel whispered. The Underworld Gate, it was opening. I looked around and saw my blood had dripped all over the floor, only a little but it was opening.

the figure asks. Leon nods once. “Yeah.” “Then this is your only chance.” The air cracks. Reality bending again. Opening. A path forming. Unstable. Dangerous. Final. “You go in,” the figure says. “And if I don’t come back?” “Then neither of you do.” Leon doesn’t hesitate. Not even for a second. “Open it.” The figure raises a hand— and the space tears open completely. Darkness spills out— but not empty. Alive. Waiting.

Yet, one phrase stood out, repeatedly making itself clear amidst the chaos of the undulating symbols: *When shadows merge with light, the last gate shall unveil. Alex, eyes wide in realization, whispered, "This isn't the end... It's just the beginning." And then, without warning, the ground beneath us trembled violently, and a massive chasm split the chamber's center. From the depths of the abyss, a haunting melody began to rise, sung by voices neither human nor familiar. It was both enchanting and foreboding, promising answers but also hinting at dangers far beyond our understanding. As the song enveloped us, the very fabric of reality seemed to twist and contort, pulling us towards an unkn