Undertale Skeletons Novels & Stories

By the time I looked closely, I saw a throne and a skeleton dressed in an elegant robe was seated on it. "What the--" It's eyes suddenly glowed green and it's gaze was solely on me. I almost threw the lamp and ran back but I couldn't move no matter how hard I tried. I looked down to my legs and I found out rocks had already been molded to them. I stared at those eyes again, they reminded me of Levi. My breaths hung in my throat and my heart pounded like crazy. Something about this skeleton spelt doom! "Aaron Harrington." The Skeleton muttered, my eyes exclaiming in horror. "I've been waiting for you."

Searching for meaning--- DEATH won't separate LOVE Behind the shadows--- MONEY is not enough to buy TRUST Change is possible--- JUSTICE won't be attained if you don't know how to ACCEPT Finding God--- A foe to God was never a friend to MANKIND. Sorrow--- NO WAY, an OATH. Four souls wagered for the good, Let thy stars attest thee, Of these tainted blood, Ready to be spilled. Everything makes sense now; does the pen pertains to Jeremy GLOSS himself? But how was he involved in the Netherworld? How did he DIE again? "Hey, stop spacing out," Grey violently patted my back, that I almost fell on my seat.

He howled against the dark starless night as bats flew across the pine forest. ’You know what, little boy? You should get a woman to come here with you. Entice her to follow you and maybe—this time around—we could have some fun. The fun that had been eluded and elusive to you since you’re besotted with that good-for-nothing Ultima,’ Zane purred, enticing Zack to follow through with the plan that might.

At this moment, as if they had seen something horrible, the corpses that surrounded him froze on the spot and then hurriedly retreated. Their panicked look was beyond words. "This is... advancement..." An unclear sentence came out of the human-shaped skeleton's mouth. He raised his hand to pull up the long spear inserted in the ground. With a kick of his leg bone, he suddenly turned into a white light and rushed out. The spear struck down like lightning. A fleeing corpse was nailed to the ground and exploded. The spear swept again. The two corpses in the distance exploded into mud. The rest of the corpses could not escape too far before they were destroyed by the human-shaped skeleton and tu

However, no matter how much they rubbed their eyes, the Apocalyptic Legion remained in front of them. This threw them into a loop; they began to wonder what the human and zombies were doing at the Underworld Stream. One of the Rank 3 Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsmen snapped out of it, and he shouted in the direction of the cave, "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" In just a split moment, more than 30 Rank 3 Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsmen came rushing out the cave. What were the Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsmen? They were skeletons with great swords in their hands!

They stepped inside, holding up their torchlights, only to be met with a room filled with garbage. The stench was unbearable, thick and suffocating. Amidst the filth lay a worn-out, grimy mat—it had been my bed. The only possession I had was a tattered doll I'd brought from home. The doll stood out in the squalor. Its age was apparent; the fabric was faded and patched in several places. Yet, it was clear the doll had once been cherished, lovingly repaired by its owner.

He wrapped the towel around his waist, walked out of the bathroom and went up to the window. The army of the dead was increasing and drawing power out of him. He felt more and more of the undead were emerging from their metal-bound coffins with every minute. More and more of the higher undead: draugrs, strzygas, blood-rakers, ghouls and other creatures of the Dark. Yes, they required a lot of magic. But one monster of this kind was worth a dozen, sometimes even a hundred ordinary zombies.

His eyes closed like everything was starting to make sense to him. "And that's not all. Outside the manor, there are 14 gravestones— each one for all the Hale siblings. When I turn around in my dream, that's when I see Yula in front of me. She's wearing a white nightgown, and there's blood all over her, especially down at her pelvic area. What was Yula wearing the morning she died, Hade?" There was disbelief in Hade's eyes, like it's hard for him to process everything he's hearing from Eli. But he answered her nonetheless. "A white nightgown, her favorite one. She died of blood loss, and there was blood all over the room."

Violet left looking pale. She seemed to be just as unhinged, alternating between laughing and crying randomly at intervals. Samuel returned to the house and carefully cleaned my and Toby's urns. I forgot to mention that he had gone to the funeral home a few days ago and collected our ashes. The urns had accumulated a thick layer of dust, which he meticulously wiped away with a cloth. By now, I could no longer hold onto Toby. He had completely broken free from his earthly ties and could go wherever he wanted. But I was still trapped around Samuel.