Undertale Sans No Eyes Novels & Stories

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

A sharp, stabbing pressure filled the temple—like reality itself bending. And then— A form erupted from Elias’ chest. It wasn’t like Azazel’s or Thal’rean’s elegant manifestations. This one was monstrous. Liquid shadow made flesh, with no eyes, no face—only shifting glyphs that whispered in forgotten tongues. Tzareth. He howled. Lucian’s nose bled. Dorian fell to one knee, clutching his chest. Kai growled low, trying to shield them with his energy. But Gabriel and the Oracle stood firm.

“Now!” Taryn twists, blade flashing, grazing Veyra’s arm, blood spilling. “You’ll shatter,” she hisses, hymn grating, eyes cold. Veyra’s blade surges, pinning Taryn’s cloak to crystal, eyes wet, voice raw. “Name it!” Taryn’s lips curl, voice low. “The Starless.” Kalia’s orb strikes the core, light fracturing crystal, shadow-heart wailing, husks collapsing. Theryn’s light-blade pulses, Zynara’s vision amplifying, runes binding the core, claws dissolving. Kael’s Shadowkin surge, sealing rifts, void-blade steady, hymn strong. The core cracks, facets splintering, rifts closing, Veil’s threads weaving tight. A deeper hum rumbles, the Herald’s master—The Starless—emerging from a rift-maw, its shad

Nate’s stance is almost human, he is muscular, and his eyes hold an intelligence to them. I watch as the scene before me unfolds. Nate rears up on his hind legs and howls at the sky. The howl says that Darius has made a huge mistake in refusing to submit. Nate stalks Darius’s wolf, his claws and fangs elongate into deadly weapons. But what holds my attention and draws me to him, is Nate’s eyes. I saw them like this before, but only now they’re different. I find myself walking across the fighting circle mesmerised by one coal black eye that seems to swirl like a vortex and one Amber eye, the Amber eye has golden orbs swirling with emotion and another look at the black eye shows Nate’s promisi

“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.

I almost never transform so I have no idea how to fight with it' ##############

Her smile started to fade, and the sly expression on her face was replaced with cold solemnity. Cole frowned, clearly sensing that something was wrong. He opened his mouth to speak but stopped when his instincts told him to turn around quickly, and that was when I found him— "Cole!" Taylor shouted out as Cole raised his sacred blade, blocking the incoming attack. The blade veered to the side, slicing through the skin of his cheek, blood running thinly down his face. Cole gasped for air, his eyes wide as he looked back... at me. I know what he sees. My current eyes... my pitch-black eyes stare at him intensely, as I stand in front of him. Not me— this rune started acting up again.

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.

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 . . .

Black energy pierced his chest, and blood instantly stained his clothes red. "Kaelen!" I cried out. "I... I'm fine," he said with a weak smile, blood trickling from his lips, but his eyes burned with a determined light. "Lyra, listen to me. I know how to break the bond." "What?" "It needs my life as the price," he said, slowly kneeling, and began to chant the ancient bond-severing spell. "To fully release your royal bloodline's power." "No!" I tried to stop him. "I don't need your sacrifice!"