Undertale Snowball Game Novels & Stories

“I play dodge-ball on a regular basis. You’re going to have to do better than that!” He sent another ball of snow heading straight for her back, but once again she danced right out from under it. Now it was time to get serious. He reached down and made a perfect snowball. It was bigger than his fist and full of cold, white snow. This time, he feinted throwing it, causing her to twist away. When no snowball came, she paused and he made his move. He sprinted the short distance between them and instead of throwing the ball, tackled her into a fluffy snow drift.

Kabutops raised his claws as it started to snow then it turned into a powerful Blizzard as it started to freeze everything, the battlefield was covered with snow as the temperature started to drop continuously. Announcer "A brilliant strategy by Lauren, to cover the whole battlefield with snow will have a huge effect on Ivysaur if Ivysaur doesn't have a strategy it will be in huge trouble" Assunta "No so fast, Ivysaur use Sunny Day" Ivysaur who was shivering suddenly activated sunny day and the sun started to shine brightly which slowly started to melt the snow on the battlefield as it completely turned into water. Lauren smirked seeing this. Lauren "Kabutops now's your chance X-Scissors"

I am seriously regretting this game I started. There is nothing I can do tonight, so I slowly rise from the hard floor and dust myself off. I eat a light dinner and make a cup of hot tea. Next, I head upstairs to take a long bath. I begin filling the clawtooth tub with warm water and add in some of my favorite rose bath oils before lighting candles around the room. This is my sanctuary and exactly what I need right now. I lean my head back and breathe in the rose and amber from the candles as Frank Sinatra’s smooth melodic voice fills the room. I was just about to drift off to sleep when suddenly I felt a shift in the atmosphere. Power, raw angry power was headed my way. I see no point in ge

He nodded, throwing a pair of twos into the pile, to which I responded with a +2 of the same color. "Not interested." Seeing this, he casually tossed another +4 onto the pile. Thankfully, I had one last +4 left, so I managed to follow up. "What kind of girl do you like? I'll keep an eye out for you!" He nodded, then proceeded to throw another +4 onto the pile. How was I supposed to play like this?! I quickly surrendered, throwing my hand onto the pile and curling up on the sofa, scowling at him. "Well, no girl's ever going to like you with that attitude!"

--♪I wanna slow dance, if you're feeling me now If we don't hold hands, you'd be killing me now I need a romance, one chance I just wanna know if you'd slow dance.♪-- Tristan's POV. Turning on my heels with my hands now stuffed into my pockets, I backtracked towards where my car was parked. Kids were running around left and right, kids who shouldn't be doing a thing outside the safe compound of their various homes, kids who could get kidnapped very easily. Some guys huddled around a small stall located a few feet from the compound Snow had disappeared into. They were smoking something and crackling stupid jokes, directly beside them stood a table containing betting materials with more young

He reached out at top speed to haul Snowball up by the wing, yanking it back up. The next second, the cave snake had wound itself around Grayball. Cheep, cheep! Grayball had finally sensed that something was wrong, letting out cries for help. Ambrose did not think twice as he picked up a large rock and called out, "Don't worry, Grayball!" As the words rang through the air, he channeled all the remaining internal energy in his body and hurled the rock at the snake. The rock shot out like a loose cannon, hitting the snake in its temple. It loosened its grip on Grayball in an instant, writhing on the ground.

When Snow returned, she held a wine glass, a lit candle, and a small bowl of ice in her hands. She climbed onto the bed, crossing one leg over the other as she knelt beside him. Picking up the wine, she offered him a mocking smile. “Ray,” she said, lifting the glass, “let me buy you a drink.” Ray could barely make out the movement, only the glint of red. Snow tilted the glass above his face. Scarlet liquid flowed slowly, sliding down his forehead and dripping across his cheeks, nose, lips—like blood painting a mask. Ray coughed, sputtering. “Playing games with me now?”

They were chiseling at it with all their might, trying to break the shell and tear Leon to pieces. But the black ball was condensed by my blood energy. It'd never dissipate as long as I didn't die, so any attack now would be futile. With a swing of my left hand, my scarlet claws tore the ones around the ball to pieces, and then I poured blood energy into First Snow, holding it in place as it radiated power. Instantly, the surrounding water vapor condensed into a huge icicle, spreading rapidly outward, and those lackeys were slowly, one by one, turned into ice sculptures by the power of First Snow. Because of the vicious cold, snowflakes began to fall down from above us. One by one, the ice s

competition that resulted in some truly bizarre and whimsical creations. One winter's night, as a thick blanket of snow covered the forest, Andrei and Luna decided to host a grand snowball fight. The pack divided into teams, with Lucas leading one and Rosey the other. Luna, of course, used her magic to craft snowballs that could fly faster and farther. ‌

Reegan threatened playfully. “You have to catch me first!” Kat yelled as she darted off behind a huge boulder with an arm full of snowballs. What ensued next could only be described as an all-out snowball war. The girl had scary accurate aim! We chased each other for an hour, Kat screaming and laughing so hard tears were streaming down her face.