Undertale Sans No Eyes Novels & Stories

Look, no seeds! Buried deep within that ghastly misshapen skull burned two eyes, searching, blazing out from beneath white fleshy hoods, with no eyebrows or facial hair whatsoever that might have served to break up the unadorned monotony of it. Richard clenched his teeth and grimaced. This was not The Wizard of Oz, oh no, he remembered thinking. Dear God, this was The Hills Have Eyes going on here, or maybe something worse. Then, as a sudden cold began to bloom in his testicles and rise, he saw the felled ghost-white figure lift one bony, livid hand . . . raise it and . . .

Lyra's POV "Everyone, fall back!" I drew my silver sword, the Moon Goddess's power flowing through it with a holy light. The shadow wolves roared, pouncing at us, their eyes burning with the evil fire of the abyss. "Lyra, watch out!" Kaelen suddenly broke free from the guards and jumped in front of me. I swung my sword at the nearest shadow wolf, the silver light instantly purifying it. But more wolves poured out of the black mist; there were too many.

Eyes or no, answer. He knocked once, entering at Kael's gruff "In." The door clicked shut behind him. One glance at the bed—Elian flushed and tucked against Kael's side—and Ryker's grip faltered. The tray wobbled, silver clattering as his eyes locked on Kael's face. No blindfold. Those infamous slits gleamed, unguarded, piercing like twin blood moons. Legends screamed: soul-trappers, curse-bearers. Ryker's knees buckled slightly, tray dipping toward the floor.

"Not yet, it is the curse of Thalia, and you, you have been chosen to be the one to break it, Thalia Grace." That gentle voice sounded, Thalia suddenly jumped. Turns out she wasn't dead yet, she opened her eyes. Facing her eyes was a girl, the girl she met in the room, that girl was no longer as scary as at first, but in front of Thalia's eyes was a girl with a beautiful small face, however. What caught her attention was that the girl had no eyes at all. That girl gently said to Thalia: "Thalia, you own my eyes. Yin and Yang eyes, from now on you can not only see the souls of the dead, but you can also see my memories."

He asked Nerea. Nerea embraced him with a mother's care, and the pleasant aroma of vanilla and cocoa bean calmed his jangled nerves, “Of course, Capito. I will be with you every step they allow me to, and I will be waiting when you are finished.” Warren stepped forward, “I have yellow eyes.” Much to his dismay Warren turned out to be the only one with yellow eyes. The fairy nodded, “Name please.” “Warren Vandal.” “Age?” “Fifteen,” Warren replied. The experience started to resemble a trip to the doctor's office.

There's been no humanity left in my older brother for almost three years now. Elio loses his balance, and I rush forward to pick him up. He reeks of alcohol and tobacco. My older brother starts laughing darkly and snaps his fingers to the side. Before we know it, a housekeeper comes out of nowhere and hands my brother a cane. The cane is a perfect reflection of him. Black steel with no decoration whatsoever. Cold, icy, and empty on the inside. My eyes remain on the pommel, eliciting yet another laugh from Elio. So I finally look up at him, and his glassy eyes continue to stare back at me.

His throat constricted, shutting off air for a second. It was Nergal. The former Alpha King, the man who had worn armor made of void-hardened steel, was wrapped in a blanket that was more grease than fabric. His hair was gone, leaving a scalp covered in weeping sores. His lips were cracked, bleeding sluggishly. But it was the eyes that made Barzil’s stomach clench. There were no irises. There were no pupils. The sockets were filled with a milky, white film that bulged outward, agitated and red-rimmed.

Beams of pure white light sliced through the gloom, converging on the tunnel entrance. What they saw defied easy description. It wasn't a wolf. It wasn't human. It was a nightmare sketched into reality. Standing just at the edge of the light was a creature nearly seven feet tall, its limbs elongated and asymmetrical. One arm was thick with knotted muscle, ending in talons that scraped against the rock floor, while the other was thin and atrophied, twitching uselessly at its side. Its hide was a patchwork of coarse grey fur and slick, bare skin that pulsed with a network of black veins. But its head was the source of the true horror. It had no eyes, only a smooth plate of bone where they shou

I locked the front door and walked into my room where I was going to lay in my bed with River and just bingwatch Trinkets. I was watching Netflix and stroking my cat when my door swung up and standing there was TB, he had obvious eyebags and he was in nothing but a bare of Jordan shorts. "What do you want?". I asked him and he yawned, "I just wanted to say hi", came his miserable reply. Why would he just come to say hi to me for no reason. I remembered seeing him in Anderson's post. I let my eyes linger on his face as my thought went back to the instagram picture, I was dying to ask him but why risk him lying to me when I can just find out the truth myself.

**** — Zelos — After killing all the warriors from other packs that dared to intrude on our territory, I returned to human form. Obviously, my now-naked body was also stained with blood from the battle. "Looks like they sent some pretty weak units this time, huh?" said Anders, my friend, who is now the leader of unit one in our pack. He is the second son of Gamma Ducan. Anders, who had been watching my battle with those wolf bastards, stepped over and handed me a black cloak. I take it. "Too weak to intrude into our territory. There's no way Codrus would send a weak unit like this into our territory. They know how strong we are," I replied while walking away after wearing my black cloak. And