Undertale Sans No Eyes Novels & Stories

Soren, Nadia, my father and my brothers stare at me, and I look up at Soren and Nadia and notice they both have brown eyes. ‘Why aren’t your eyes red? That night when I saw you when you attacked us. Your eyes were red, like blood,’ I yell. My breathing intensifies as I fight these urges and feelings and have the memories of that night flash through my mind. I’m sweating, and I feel like I can’t breathe. ‘That’s because it wasn’t us. Vampires don’t have red eyes. We have the same coloured eyes as any other human,’ Soren says. ‘You both said your names are Soren and Nadia, but this note is signed by a Lord Talon. Why isn’t he here conducting this meeting?’ My father asks.

Curly golden hair and light emerald eyes, pale skin, and a body similar to Rai's both in muscles and height. "You saw what?" He asked shocked. "What's wrong with you? Why did you take that shit off?" Ha, those two are so funny. I had a smirk on when I talked back at him, "You two are so damn funny. Both of you want me dead, just like everybody else. Yes, I can see others dying with my eyes. No, I do not kill them. No, I can't do anything about it. No, it can't be changed. Yes, I don't mind if you all blame me for it. Is that what you want to hear?" They both were speechless while staring back at me. "Look, brothers, I don't mind you hating me and wanting me dead. Really, I don't. But you hav

Chapter 8 (The real adventure begins in the World of Swords and Magic) What! Where am I, wait what, I'm using old clothes? Use skill WORLD EYE!. Taso was trying to use his skill world eye, but it didn't activate. What I can't use my world eye, let's try another one, use skill UNIVERSAL EYE!. Taso was using another skill, universal eye, but it didn't work either. Why can't I use my skill, let's try this and see what the problem is, Eternal sense wait what!

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

the reality of the North. Silas caught her, his gold-and-sapphire skin pulsing with a rhythmic, anxious light. He felt the gold-and-silver barrier vibrating with a frequency that was "Untouchable." To the "Collector" in the sky, Silas and Lyra were no longer the stars; they were the "Base Content." And Kaelen was the "Expansion." "The Patch Notes," Kaelen whispered, his eyes fixed on the scrolling symbols around the Eye.

Celeste’s eyes flew open. Kaelan stood at the entrance to the garden path, tall and commanding, the late sunlight catching on the sharp lines of his face and the scar that cut across his left eye. He wore no armor today. Just a black tunic that stretched across his broad chest and shoulders, sleeves rolled up to reveal the dark tattoos crawling along his forearms. His amber eyes locked onto her with the kind of focus that made her feel stripped bare. She stood up too quickly. “I’m not hiding.”

The gamer was too dumbfounded, so Oritha snatched it from his hands to read it aloud to the blind man. “It’s a tier four summon called Riddle. It cannot be summoned on demand but can automatically defend a player from death once. The player’s health is reduced to 1 after the effect is triggered, and the talisman will instantly be destroyed. Sounds like a good life insurance policy to me.” Sasha agreed. It was a card that suited Zen. “Now we don’t have to worry about you resetting the mausoleum run by dying. You have an extra life now.” Unlike his party members, Zen didn’t like the talisman as much. He would rather respawn at the chapel or dungeon entrance infinitely than use such a precious

All hope seems lost until he sees it. Finally, the light from the copied conduit begins to rapidly glow, the first sign of life for the transference spell. Troy leans in and begins to rapidly breathe like he is running a marathon. His muscles begin to flex and streams of that purple arcane energy beings to flow from the center of his stomach to the palm that houses his tattoo. The boy staves his right foot on the ground hard, ignoring the pain that came with such an unbalanced stance that he is in. Moments pass before the unthinkable happens. That pendant that holds his cloak in place warps back into reality and is on top of the carved in phoenix. Both of Troy’s arms go numb and fall to his

“Um, no. My mum's human and my dad… He isn’t with us anymore." “I’m sorry.” “No, it’s fine. Didn’t really…know him.” A sad scoff. “At least I know what he is. A death bringer, like me. I wonder if my eyes would turn teal like his." My brows furrow. “Teal?” “Yes. He had teal eyes. Not normally, just when he's in his death form, I guess. Saw it in a picture I found in my basement. Long story."

He stepped out. Tall. Not just tall—broad in that way that made the space around him feel smaller. Dark hair, slightly messy like he’d run his hand through it one too many times. Sharp jaw. Black hoodie, sleeves pushed up to reveal forearms corded with muscle. But it was his eyes that stopped her cold.