Undertale Skeletons Novels & Stories

Sienna appeared unexpectedly. “What are you doing here? Luca hissed, startled then annoyed. “This isn’t your place.” Sienna held up a tablet, “I’ve been analyzing Marco’s old communications. There’s a pattern in the way the Torres Clan attacks.” “What kind of pattern?” Nico asked, curious. Sienna pointed to the screen. “They always strike near the end of shipments, when the guards are most tired. If you stagger the loading times and switch routes unpredictably, you’ll disrupt their timing.”

“A few weeks ago, Dominic and one of his Deltas stumbled across an abandoned cemetery just outside the old territories. Nothing but ruins, overgrown stone, and a dangerous creature of corruption, much like the one Varen is using to terrorize the town. But buried in one of the graves was a skeleton engraved with gold.” “Creepy,” Odessa muttered beside me. “Oh, it gets better,” Allen said. “This skeleton wasn’t just any skeleton. It was humming with residual energy, an energy that was responsible for binding a corrupted creature in place from six feet under the ground.” I narrowed my eyes. “So you’re saying the skeleton had power?” “Not just power,” Allen replied. “It was once the power. That

“Let’s just say no smart wolf gets themselves poisoned.” “Really? Interesting. I think that might be a challenge for me to take up. Poison the smartest wolf here. I assume that is not you, but I will take suggestions.” Rick tried not to laugh, but I heard him snort softly. “And you are way too small to be of gamma blood, let alone even close to an alpha. How could you ever be our luna?” Skyler asked. I stood up, but Ivy held out her hand, telling me to give her space.

A horrible growling sound echoed around the forest. Rogues.

It’s been days and I haven’t left the house or answered my phone, it’s been days and I haven’t moved and inch from the spot in sitting in, I've been sitting in the same potion with my back to the wall facing the bedroom door as if at any second they’ll come crashing in and drag me to hell for what I've done to them. “Christopher” echo’s around me bouncing off the white walls around me “CHRISSSS”comes the hissing sound of another voice as it calls out to me, I know their not here I buried them, I watched their blood stain my hands, I watched their eyes and the life they held faded away. I watched as I covered them with dirt as I stood over them watching them disappear with every shovel full o

Roy unleashed his Domain, the Heavenly Thunder Domain, again. Thunderous noises could be heard. A giant upper body appeared on top of Tay. It was a skeleton with a skull that was several meters wide in radius. The upper body was over ten meters wide, and there was a huge sword on the left arm. The skeleton was ignited in spiritual flames and was covered in runes. Benedict was levitating on top of the skeleton. He looked at Wilbur coldly. A threatening spiritual pressure exuded from the skeleton. It rose to the sky and enveloped the mountaintop. It was frightening to the people.

More lightning bolts unleashed from the sorcerer's staff, hitting even more targets. Yarsi somehow detachedly watched the battle and listened to the humming air. The destroyed skeletons quickly slid together and, having mixed up, grew together into new skeletons, now little resembling human ones - more huge and powerful. They rose from the ground, standing on many limbs, twisted their joined heads and again found their target - the three people standing in front of them on the road. “This is madness,” shouted Radolyub.

Weapons emerged from the pool of blood, and finally, the skeletons wobbled before Chase, numbering more than a dozen. Chase leaped onto one of the skeletons' shoulders. The skeleton crumbled to dust under his weight. With a wave of his sleeve, a gust of energy swept over the skeletons, reducing them all to ash. Chase turned his gaze back to the woman behind the tent. She was now giggling silently while covering her mouth. Smiling, he wondered aloud, "Are there any real monsters or ghosts around here?" The woman's movements were stiff as she slowly raised an arm and pointed to herself.

There were fifteen in all, though smaller than mine, and the stones move more of in their centers were black instead of red. "I heard that the Witches would take the Reinhardt pendants as trophies. The other Necromancers could never find them when we collected the bodies." Dad picked one up, looking at it closely before returning it to my hand. "These must have been for the children, the ones who hadn't awakened their Talent yet." Not the whole line. Poe's words from before echoed in my mind. My head snapped up to look at the bird. "I'm not the only Reinhardt that survived, am I?" I turned Dad. "There are others! If I was able to escape from the Witches, there had to be others. Maybe some wh

As I walked I heard a voice calling me. “Hey… hey” I looked around to see who was calling me but I didn’t see anyone. “I am here” He said almost like a whisper. It seems that he is scared that someone might hear him. “Come here” He said I saw an old and dirty cellar where the voice is coming from. That is why I went closer to check who was calling me. I saw a man with a steel chain on his legs and half of his body rotten. His eyes were already popped out and there were a lot of different insects eating his flesh and I could almost see his bones. He looked at me and he whispered.