Undertale Soul Determination Novels & Stories

Tiana slowly opened her eye and saw Dalton’s body already trapped then looked at Yael with questioning eyes asking if she succeeded. Yael pointed toward the tree and to the newly added fruit, Tiana walked toward the tree, the tree of souls wasn’t tall but it was wide. She looked at the fruit and saw Dalton’s name on it. Tiana jumped happily again as she had succeeded again. “Next step, take the fruit with you right hand and touch the crystal with your left hand then command the soul to be released and then command the released soul back to the body.” Tiana the concentrated her mind and did as told, she first released Dalton’s soul from entrapment then commanded the soul to enter its body.

Save the soul of innocent and be the savior it needs } {Reward: New Followers? (Grandmaster Level), Treasure of Ancient} {Penalty: Failure of saving the target will inflict a Curse of Undead and Tide of Undead on you and your nations} ".…..Wow, that's kinda over the top….by the way, what is a Tide of Undead?..".

And their Soul Flower was at the center of it all. As Siron held Selene’s medallion, it suddenly became burning hot, and a small holographic projection emerged from it, showing a map of GreenDolt with several glowing points. One of the points was his apartment. Another was the hospital where his mother was being treated. And the third was MORAT’S TOMB. A robotic voice from the medallion said: "Initiation beginning. Selected candidate: Siron Aethelford. Final test: save the marked souls before the full moon. Or they will be absorbed into the network." And on the map, the points began to blink red, one by one, starting with the hospital.

He lacked inner peace. He inhaled the vinous smoke as the corner of his lips twitched in a sad smile. His eyes deceived him being moist and a lone tear slipped down his face on the sand. The sand sucked the water as soon as it fell on it, and he wondered if his pain disappeared in thin air like that. He breathed out a puff of smoke through his nose and mouth. Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?"

I commanded, my Alpha voice resonating with the force of an irrevocable command. Brayden stopped, his Alpha mind finally yielding to the command. He looked at me, and in my eyes, he saw the truth of my intention. “No, Elara! Don't do it!” Brayden shouted, his face contorting with the horror of the final calculation. He had understood my intentions. The Soul Anchor was a ritual of dissolution. “The only path to victory is the dissolution of the curse!” I replied, my gaze focused on the ancient rune burning beneath my skin. “It all came down to this.”

They all looked at me once again, a few of them were still glaring but most of them seemed to be more open to the conversation now and that gave me hope. "Okay, for the sake of everything else I have to reveal, I would appreciate you all to stay quiet. I know what I have to say is hard to accept much less understand but I assure you it's all true," I requested quietly. When no one spoke up I continued. "Now, these things are called soul-eaters and they are literally after our souls. They are collecting them for a daemon which, yes is like a demon but different. Apparently, it has nothing to do with the ultimate being of evil. They are more like a being in possession of dark Magic and this Ma

“If any part of the sword touches any part of his body, I win. And there would be no sacrifice. But he only wins when my heart is no longer beating.” “A duel to the death?” the eldest one said. “We accept on the condition that we would sacrifice both Ashley, her sister, and their father when you lose.” “Me!” I yelled and walked towards them. “Sacrifice me if he loses. My name is Molly Lancaster, and I'm a descendant of one of the werewolves that attacked the monks to steal the spirit sword. I'm a werewolf illusionist, the last of my kind. Sacrifice me instead of them.”

“Is this something worth getting so pleased over? Youʼre no more than a sword spirit that belonged to the Waitara Path at the moment.” “Iʼm not a sword spirit. Iʼm a soul spirit,” the demonic James replied unhurriedly, “The soul spirit is required for the awakening of my Soremsia. In fact, it is the most crucial part of the awakening.” “Which soul spirit are you?” James asked. The demonic James responded, “You got it wrong. Thereʼs only one soul spirit, and we are practically indestructible. “You wonʼt be able to kill me. Only the Nine Caeloros Gods could do that if they exited the Xyrisia Gate and came after me themselves.

It was her father calling. With that, she put on a jacket and hurried out of the dormitory. It was clear she was hiding from me and wanted to avoid a conversation. I sat still for a long time before returning to bed and texted Job. [How am I supposed to verify who swapped their destiny with mine?] He replied, [The person will be carrying something that belongs to you at all times. [The moment the act is done, their fortune will immediately change for the better. Their life will be transformed.]

Tay was there to steady me, his arm slipping around my waist. “What did you see?” he asked, his voice low. “Everything. And everyone.” Selene stepped forward, her expression serene yet resolute. “The balance will not come easily, Serenity. There will be challenges and enemies who seek to undo what you build. But with each choice you make, with each act of courage, you will tip the scales toward harmony.” The Graeae Sisters began their chant again, the grove glowing brighter, and the energy within me settled. The orb dissolved in my hands, its light sinking into my chest. I felt its warmth seeping through me, filling the empty spaces left by fear and doubt.