Undertale Yellow Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I shake in sadness and feel his hand grip mine tighter. His sigh is long and hard. Like he had been holding his breath for hours. “So, you no longer care for the boy?” He questions. “No, I am in love with you. I am mated to you, and I will not let anyone stand in the way of that.” I am more confident than I have ever been in my life. “That is wonderful to hear. I do know what happened and how your feelings were toward him. Thank you for being honest with me about it, though. That means a lot to me.” “I will tell you whatever it is that you need to know or want to know. I am not going to hide anything from you. Well, almost nothing I will hide from you.” “Almost nothing?” He lifts his eyebrow

"Elaine placed you in here to feed..." Tala turned her head away "I'm not a monster" "Then... I guess I must thank you" She looked at him, Hector opened his arms and Kaylee ran around to embrace him, now her drawing made sence, it made her heart cramp. 'Flufftail' she heard her other half. 'Now? You want to spoil this moment bitch!?' She yelled back. 'No, this is hell, I want out of here' 'Me too obviously'

Both, like their father and Petra, bore the crescent-shaped pupils. They stop dead in their tracks once they spot Seneca. They quickly looked at each other like they were having a private conversation. “Boys!” Tawny scalds, “Don’t be rude and greet our guests. This is your Aunt Lamia and Seneca her youngest daughter.” “We know.” They both say in unison causing Seneca to giggle. Suddenly, and to my surprise, the boy with yellow eyes morphs into a cat resembling Tawny’s fur form. The small werecat prowls toward Seneca and rubs up against her. She laughs and grabs his fur gently. “I like you,” She says.

Yael motioned Tiana to come into the circle drawn on the floor and lie down, that was where she will perform a spell that will cast Tiana soul out of her body and the open the gate to land of soul before sending Tiana in. After Tiana took her position, Dalton also did the same and the Yael place her hand on Dalton’s hand, then uttered a spell, Dalton could feel the power being drained out his body and his eye turned golden yellow. When Yael felt that strong power oozing through their connection she started the spell process.

I mumble under my breath. Ashrac answers, "We took her to Uncle Sarn's castle. She wanted clothing and she was very tired. Why is she yellow, Father?" "We aren't sure," Bastian replies. "She didn't try to harm you boys, did she?" "No, she was very nice, even when we laughed at her. She's quite funny, though strange looking. Do you think she's a mutation?" Bastian wallops Ashrac with his tail. "No. And you read too many horror novels. She's a yellow dragon, a new color. She's... special."

She stood her ground and looked behind her, and there, she saw an image of Calleb, another woman dressed in the same woven clothing as Luntian, and a younger version of Luntian. “It was 600 years ago. And yet… Calleb can’t find peace. Rumors had been spread around that the King, the Alpha turned insane and cursed the Kingdom, but it’s all not true. They were cursed by the Yellow Shaman.” Luntian paused, and was feeling ashamed. “My sister, Ursula.” Accashia played with her fingers, nibbled on them. Something she does when she’s tense or uncomfortable. “And the songs those villagers were singing… it had a familiar tone.” Luntian mused, her brows furrowed as she tried to reminisce and remember

Not only did he create a female powerhouse that looked exactly like Lyla, but he also gave her the same position as Lyla in Timaeus Sect. At this time, the female powerhouse that looked like Lyla snorted. “Do you think anyone can meet Mr. Wulte? Tell me your name.” Upon hearing that, Yadi looked at James and Lucille helplessly. He knew how strong the two were as he had experienced it firsthand moments ago. They were at least at the peak of Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Ninth Tribulation. However, he didn’t know their names. He dared not ask either.

He asked Nerea. Nerea embraced him with a mother's care, and the pleasant aroma of vanilla and cocoa bean calmed his jangled nerves, “Of course, Capito. I will be with you every step they allow me to, and I will be waiting when you are finished.” Warren stepped forward, “I have yellow eyes.” Much to his dismay Warren turned out to be the only one with yellow eyes. The fairy nodded, “Name please.” “Warren Vandal.” “Age?” “Fifteen,” Warren replied. The experience started to resemble a trip to the doctor's office.

Her inside was warm from their traces, and so was her body, blooming red from their love marks. “Ha! Ha! Ahn! There...! I’m going to...” Yelan’s pleas burned Aslan and Julian’s desire to give her even more. They pushed against their boundaries and did an even crazier thing. Julian pulled out from her asshole and positioned the tip of his large girth into the opening of her pussy. He was preparing to push inside alongside Aslan’s dick. Yelan flinched. She turned to Julian, asking him with her eyes if it was finally happening.

He flew backward, right into a cluster of spellfire from a water mage, who grinned and gave me a salute. And then—because fate has a twisted sense of humor—Mr. Yellow popped out from beneath a broken supply cart nearby. His fur was singed. He had a shield strapped to one paw and what looked like a stolen wand in the other. “Oh sure,” he shouted, dodging a bolt of dark fire with a sarcastic hop. “No one listens to the rabbit when he says ‘maybe we shouldn’t let the hell rift open!’ but now it’s all ‘fight for the realm, Mr. Yellow!’ and ‘bite the demon on the ankle, Mr. Yellow!’”