Undertale Sans No Eyes Novels & Stories

“I-I know! After our meeting, I tried to retrieve the data, but all it displayed was an ~Error!~ message. That had never happened in the course of doing business. Aldred didn’t know what it meant, so he just chalked it down to a malfunction. Blanc, on the other hand, had a different expression on his face. “D-did you just say… ~Error!~?” The sheer horror reflected in Blanc’s expression sent a shiver down Aldred’s spine, though he managed to nod in acknowledgment. ‘I’ve never seen Father this shaken before…’ As the realization settled in, Blanc rose from his seat as if it suddenly had a thousand needles in it. He simply wasn’t comfortable any longer. “The [Eye Of God] is designed to detect Sk

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.

The Elders began to disappear one by one until only Alexis and Malarias remained. Alexis cocked his head as if listening and then nodded once. Immediately the orbs rose and shot toward him, settling into him as if a vacuum had sucked them in. Alexis closed his eyes, and when he opened them instead of the all black pupils that I had become accustomed to, the eyes that looked out were white with absolutely no pupils at all.

"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.

Confused, Charl stared in Zark's direction; on the other hand, Zark brought his left hand to his face, partially covering his left side. Releasing the illusion spell he had active, he revealed the appearance of his right eye; a pool of absolute darkness with a single purple dot on the control was clearly visible. Incredulous at what he saw, Chark could only conjugate the following words "But the Undead are Evil" "Most of them are ..." Zark assured him, but it was not the only thing he said "... But like everything, there are exceptions" "I don't understand," Charl pronounced as he shook his head.

She squints before laughing mockingly: "Eh. Fratello, we cannot even see your fingerprints anymore. You have to stop shaking it, or you will end up with blisters." Valentina flips him the bird under the mad laughter of my cousins. Then, she passes an arm around the shoulders of my Light to lead her inside. Santo turns around, widening his eyes, visibly amazed that a kid answered him without shaking, especially that she stood up to a future Don in front of the others. "Quite a character!"

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.