Undertale Stories Novels & Stories

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

Hundreds of years have passed. Echor build 5 kingdoms named: Alpenglow where the powerful and wealthy creature ones live. Alamort, the cursed kingdom where the evil creatures of Echor come from. Raconteur, the kingdom of the dwarves who take the lead in making weapons. Habromania, the flying kingdom that is isolated from everyone where simple elves live. They avoid getting into trouble that's why they're called 'The Lonely Kingdom'. And finally, Ataraxia, where the creatures called 'Muggles' live quietly and simply They lived quietly, and without any disturbance.

I smirked. "Now, back to the story." ----- We eventually made it to the basement where we found a lot of valuable relics. I am talking about things dating back as far as the Trojan war and possibly earlier. It made me wonder why they were in the temple of Hephaestus and not one of the other well-known gods. Anyways, right at the moment we started carting stuff into bags. There- ----- "Wait a second." I said, fighting back a laugh. "If you keep this up we are never getting to the end of this story." He frowned.

The tunnel shuddered. “Faster!” Mira shouted. With one final hit, the entrance collapsed behind us, sealing Ash and her men on the other side. For now. I slumped against the wall, my chest heaving. Daniel crouched beside me. “Are you okay?” I nodded weakly. But my heart was still racing. Ethan had betrayed me. But why did it feel like there was more to his story? Reaching Alpha Daniel’s Territory The journey through the woods was brutal. Cold winds bit at my skin, and every shadow felt like a threat.

At least far more interesting than the story I heard yesterday at the antique auction, is this one, I thought. I became uneasy when he described how two werewolves broke their fated mate promise and unleashed a terrible calamity. The narrative was too visceral and realistic. Every time I hear the story, it seems to tighten my heart, so I don't want to listen to it anymore. It felt odd, as though I had also lived through the same narrative. She continued, "And it all began with the Grimoire." "Grimoire?" I asked, intrigued. This Grimoire seemed to be at the center of all the odd occurrences.

I played my games carefully, slowly anticipating the moment, and now I have my laurel, Raymond. “You're a master in this game, Alana,” I mumbled, slowly drifting into wonderland.

Memories, somehow, became her only companion. Elise wiped her teary eyes as she crossed the forest of Nardovoa, the portal across each world. It was the only forest that connected the three empires of the Immortal Realm: Zornoxphere, Zophora, and Zorpithia. She made her way through the familiar set of tall trees and she easily entered the boundary of Zornoxphere’s empire with her swift movements. It was as if she was invisible because the Griffin Guards and Vampire Warriors failed to notice her as she passed by.

My fingers hesitated over the keyboard before I finally typed: Fantasies. The results were... underwhelming. No official website. No social media. Just a handful of vague forum discussions and cryptic reviews from anonymous users. “If you have to ask, it’s not for you.” “Just go. Don’t second-guess it.” “Best decision I ever made.” That was it. No menu of services, no explanations, no details. Just whispers and half-truths, the kind of thing that only made my curiosity burn hotter. I chewed on the inside of my cheek, scrolling further, trying different keywords.

All within view was a tiny spark that suddenly spread around him, illuminating the depths that could not be seen. Caleb was stunned. This was no pond—he was basically under the sea! "Coffin? Is there really treasure down here?" Caleb wondered in his mind. After all, it was the Coffin who had told him to jump in here. "Tut, tut! How ignorant are you, kiddo? Do you think a pond where a worm and a Radix Lotus grew is just a pond? I'm afraid there's a terrible being down here that the four fiefs of the eastern lands can't handle!

“I promise to keep quiet if you fuck me from behind.” He swallowed hard and took a step back. “What do you want?” he asked, his voice rough. I looked straight into his eyes. “I want you to fuck me on the tomb of the nun.” Something snapped inside him, he grabbed my wrist and dragged me out of the main church. We moved down the narrow stairs into the tomb room below. The air there was cold and smelled of dust and stone. He pushed me forward. My back hit one of the tombs, the stone biting into my skin.