Undertale Yellow Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I will give my wolf credit she’s not one of those wishy-wash she-wolves that go gaga over their mate. Wade and his wolf Barrett are mere playthings to both of us. Wade is a mere sub-Beta. Not even an actual Beta. Scarlet knows he’s beneath us. She wants Godric, she wants to be Luna just as much as I do. Talia has come of age to be able to use her family link. Feeling my way through the child’s thoughts I found the source of her distress. Cautiously following this unknown path of her mind, I suddenly stopped. I couldn’t see him, but I could hear Kurt’s voice.

The Emotional Virus The yellow-static didn't just sit there; it began to Climb. It crept up the legs of the pack, feeling like a million stinging insects. Kael let out a strangled cry as the yellow rot touched his blue-scarred throat. "It’s... eating my memories, Elara! I can't remember the score! I can't remember the rink!" "Fight it, Kael!" Elara roared, but she felt it too. The image of her mother’s face was blurring. The feeling of the cold wind in the Stacks was being replaced by a flat, metallic taste. The End-User Group wasn't just killing them; they were harvesting their identity to power the new reality.

I said, confused. “What’s this, an orgy? No way! Daddy, I don’t want you to fuck any of my friends. You’re all mine!” Greena said, annoyed, and she hugged Tito Kloud. “Greena’s right, Daddy. Even though they are my friends, I don’t want to share them with you. Why? Do you want me to share with them, too?” Pinklyn said with a frown. “This is not part of my fantasies,” Yellow said shyly, covering her naked body.

She giggled and set off like a missel towards the other group. Many of us groaned and grabbed some gold coins, handing them over to Ylonte. He had placed a bet that Ayla would emasculate someone while also making someone else throw up. She was one of his favorite creations. Those two would be trouble together. We would all need help once she died and passed on to the Godly Realm. Ylonte would have fresh meat, regarding pranks that they could pull. “It is almost over,” Fioria chimed in. We had been watching as our creations were fighting for their lives and the lives of the innocents who had already fallen because of the Demacore army but also all of the ones who would end up perishing if thi

Yerno was specially created for Merlin and Talia could not wait to show him the special characteristics of her spell that only suited Shananel’s warlock—the warlock whom she trusted and who also pushed her to the abyss of no return. As she listened to the symphony of his flesh being torn apart and his blood splattering, Talia’s face was filled with euphoria.

I didn't even know whether I'll throw this one away or keep it. Dale Daniel's POV I am anxious, rubbing my hands while waiting for my grandma at her office. I need to ask her this. Why Zyah's name was on this contract? "La! Why didn't you tell me?!" I raised a question as soon as she came in the door. "Tell you what?" She went straight to her seat and put down her bag on the table. "That Zyah was the author of Drizzles of Yellow." She was startled but not that much. "Oh? She told me so."

The sight of Chester and the rest in such a sorry state put Debra in an uncontrollable rage. "I'm one of the twelve Fiend Martyrs." Yooda's expression remained haughty as he spoke the words. "The Yellow Emperor had clashed with the Godly Region for the longest time, the same way the fiend race has never gotten along with the Godly Region. Since the Yellow Emperor's descendants created the Hidden Hero Sect, that makes us allies. I'm here to take Darryl Darby down, and I hope you won't interfere." Yooda hardly cared to speak so politely to Debra. However, the Hidden Hero Sect had been powerful enough to come up against the Godly Region, and they would surely be able to fight against the fiend

Yuriel furrowed her brow in response to her words. "Can you tell me her name?" Yuriel pretended to be curious. "Yuriel Scott, she is a young orphan." When Thalia called out Yuriel's name, she stiffened. Then, with a mocking expression, she asked sarcastically. "Oh, is she your friend?" "She's my best pal. It's too bad she died so young." Her lies disgusted and enraged Yuriel. If she became Thalia's 'best friend', it would be disastrous.

Yulli scoffed, laughing sarcastically. “Shut up, witch, or we’ll go back to playing like we did earlier.” Dante growled at her, and the stench of fear seeped from the sorceress. “You two deserve each other.” Yulli whispered, ignoring them. “I promise, Esmeralda,” he affirmed. “Dante?” I called softly. “We’re not fated mates, are we?”

“Reveal yourselves.” The black hoods lifted and two young women, barely out of their teens stared at me. Both had rich auburn hair, plaited and draped across a shoulder. Across their cheeks and nose they had a smattering of brown freckles. Their eyes stood out the most, gleaming yellow, descendants of the Luna Hollie’s branch of Warrior shifters. "You do not know us Luna Freya but we have come to beg,” began the taller one. “I am Thalia.”