Undertale Sans No Eyes Novels & Stories

Neon green eyes—narrow, vertical slits—ignited in the darkness of the ruined elevator shafts. "Were-cats," Kaelor hissed, his jaw creaking as he ground his teeth. "Sanguine scouts. They don't howl, Aradaa. They just wait for you to trip." "Kaelor, go. I’m slowing you down." Aradaa slumped against a concrete pillar, his chest heaving. The transition to a Mortal Muse was draining him, his very existence becoming a heavy anchor.

he retorted, his cold demeanor unchanged. Their interactions had always been a battle of wills, and it seemed that their meeting today would be no different. Nysaa's sapphire eyes met Mace's unwavering gaze, and it was clear that neither of them had any intention of backing down. What would unfold in the confines of Mace's office remained to be seen, but one thing was certain: sparks would fly. As Nysaa stood in Mace's office, her sapphire eyes locked onto his, and she couldn't help but fire off her comment, a sarcastic declaration of her presence.

Using a pebble that I picked up from the ground as a projectile, with a full power I throw it on The Eye of Beholder 20 meter on my right, the sheer power of my throws penetrate it's entire eye and comes out from its back instantly killing it. It was a hassle to be honest, I don't have any ranged attacks which hinders me from easily killing the oversized eye. I also can't detect their cursed attacks as it doesn't have any sign, not even a mana fluctuations. The only indications that I can saw when the eye wants to make a cursed attack was it's actually glowed for a brief moments. I can only rely to T.A.S to detect the attacks and deal with the eye instantly by throwing a pebble at it, this m

I saw myself at the edge of nowhere beneath a very odd tree. White leaves were falling from it that gave me an eerie sensation. I was like inside a 90's television. Everything was in black and white. My gaze landed on the guy beside me. At that moment, I realized that I was not alone. Everything has no color except me and him. It felt weird especially when he touched my cheek softly and I felt the warmth of his hand. I was lying on the grass with him, captivated by his peculiar eyes. Those pair of eyes were green as emerald stones, fascinating and deep as if it can pierce through my soul. I can’t take my eyes off him.

Hudde wanted to know. “You don’t want to know.” The creature behind the door kicked it open and stepped into the corridor. Eude sucked in a breath. “Told you not to open that one!” “We are utterly fucked,” Hudde groaned. The creature—an Undead Orc—stood still, looking at Ayla and the twins with empty black eyes. Instead of armor, the creature was wearing a loincloth and had no weapons.

Zoe I blink my eyes as the door closes behind me. All I see is complete darkness. However, my sense of smell is perfectly fine. A cough escapes my lips when the scent of ash and smoke permeate my senses. My eyes burn and itch painfully, and my throat is dry. “Hello,” I whisper softly. Who knows what's hiding in the darkness. “Bree... Lana...” I call out again. But there's no response. All I hear is the echo of my own voice. Taking a few steps, I extend my hand in front of me and start walking. It's a bit unnerving because it's so dark. Then I remember something Azazel said about supernatural eyes. He said that Supernaturals could see better than humans. So I close my eye tightly, willing the

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.

The creature was truly terrifying, its form was engulfed in shadow which made its only discernible feature the six glowing eyes that glared in our direction. Without hesitation, Eskal beheaded the beast and pierced it through the heart. His nose wrinkled in disgust as the body turned to ash, the blood on his sword also evaporated into steam. He cursed as he sheathed his weapon, “Damn demons, just when you think you’re rid of them all another one rears its ugly head.” He strode over to Soren and me, he glanced at Soren as he said. “We need her.” As the blond approached, I could see he was more battle worn than he first appeared. His clothes were ripped and bloodied, his hair stuck out in odd

“It predates her.” The massive silhouette rising from the tear grew clearer with every second. A wolf-shaped figure but distorted, fractured, as if reality had rejected its form. Pieces of shadow drifted from its body, dissolving and reforming endlessly. Its eyes opened. Not violet. Not silver. Empty black. Every wolf in the territory dropped to their knees at once. Theodore alone remained standing beside me, golden aura flaring instinctively against the pressure. “What is it?” he demanded again. Kaelis swallowed hard.

His hazel eyes turned red in fury as his gaze darted dangerously at the grieving beta whose hands were wrapped around the lifeless alpha. Beta Clarence’s eyes masked the hatred he had towards vampires through staring back at the king’s almost blood-red eyes in order to gain his sympathy for the alpha’s demise. However, the king did not trust the deceitful aura Clarence had with him, nor did he care for the lifeless alpha that was lying dead beside his daughter. King Vernon loathed werewolves as much as Clarence despised vampires.