Undertale Yellow Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She’d get Cameron to bring a clean one up for her. She took the stairs down to her bedroom and caught a glimpse of yellow out her window. Her windows overlooked the lambing paddock, and she could see Talen with Gera in her brightly colored sundress hand-feeding one of the orphan lambs. Gera’s laughter at the greedy baby’s antics tugging at the bottle’s teat rang out against the deeper tone of Talen’s chuckle. Gera’s blond hair was up in pigtails. Though, officially, they weren’t matching children to father’s, and Gera’s hair and eye color were somewhere between Talen and Heath making it hard to determine precisely, Aislen was almost certain she was Talen’s.

“You will understand, as you will see it yourself. Your world and book are nothing, but the sacrificial lamb.” With HIS words that were never meant to be a warning, but more like the detailed words of what is about to come true. Better yet an already written chapter of their future. “Shall we?” She crumples her hands into a fist as both of them of Arius set foot inside the path unto the world of the pure shadows and the very YIN of the original ‘she’, and by means also them. “I’ll see you soon, Daniela.” Hunted, but she is the perfect prey to witness and meet the other side of Yang and the very Yin of their lives and the entirety of the shards of the original she. She crosses the long and da

The picture of Yael and Lynan’s roof top moment that Jasper had first took where their faces were awfully close with the sunset as their background was also embarrassingly popular online. There were fanfictions written around that picture. It had also made in to book covers for the said fanfictions. Apparently, Yael was a cursed vampire prince locked in a mansion. Well, it possibly wasn’t that far off, the man did seem to have a propensity to try to consume Lynan. He was even more embarrassed to admit that he had read a few of the stories based around it and some were really good. Like, hot damn, they were written being sexy as fuck. Even his clumsy self!

These fools want to redirect valuable resources to retake a mine overrun by creatures. The things loved the humid dark environment, must be similar to the hell from wench they came. The mine was a hot spot for creatures, with numbers well into the thousands. No raid could take that on without serious casualties, or most likely a raid wipe. Liam and Theon have been in an endless screaming match with the idiots from Anatol. This constant squabble has taken its toll on my mind. I pinch the bridge of my nose and slowly begin to rise. The entire room falls silent, Anatol’s ambassadors quickly sink to their seats. I am not opposed to beating sense into the slow-minded. Seems they have lost their f

The bar lady asked seeing his glass empty. "Please" he said pushing it forward. The reports, once prince, then king Raymondias Vladimir Dracul fell in love with an Omega twin blood named Tala Tamaska, he cleared his throat, its like a dog falling in love with a fruit bat in his eyes, Danté didn't give a damn how strong love is, try screwing a dog whilst your dick is attached to a bat... What does one even call that? Beasteality? Inter species porn? It sickened him.

Ollie suddenly said to Lucas, "Senior, I heard a swamp of zombies has appeared in Yellow Town!" ... "A swamp of zombies?" Lucas smiled, thinking that it was interesting. Lucas looked at Ollie and asked, "Where is Yellow Town?" Ollie quickly told Lucas the location of Yellow Town. "By the way, Senior, I've decided to go to Yellow Town," said Ollie. Lucas thought for a moment and said, "Then let's go there together." Then, Lucas released the Apocalyptic Legion from the System Space and let them go first.

Across her is Master Xaulfur, who is reclined against a chair, his right hand holding his chin and the other placed on the table creating the division between him and the witch. The latter looks away from me, her obsidian gaze descending on a large spread of thick paper on the table. “When Jimme returns with the Tantic girl, we would be one step away from the ritual,” she says before she slams her palms on the table, tilting forward on her hands. “However, the question still is ‘where lies the forbidden castle?’” Her eyes slowly come toward my direction, and mine to hers. She makes it look like she points the question to me, or she could find the answer on my face. Either way, I am not going

his voice was deep, laced with a dangerous amusement that sent a shiver down her spine. Caelia’s eyes adjusted to the dim light as she stared up at him. His bronze skin glowed faintly, almost too warm to the touch, and his sharp features were striking, but it was his eyes that held her captive. They were a piercing yellow, glowing with a wild intensity. He looked at her the way a predator watches its prey, and Caelia’s breath quickened.

“I still can’t make up my mind if I wanna fuck you here or upstairs.” “You ain’t fucking me nowhere, Haunter. Make love? Wherever you feel like it, whenever you feel like it.” “That sounds so vanilla.” “Vanilla? Take off your glasses and I’ll show you vanilla.” * ** THE END **

He tirelessly sought information from those who had known the castle's history for centuries, hoping to unravel the mystery that bound him to her. Days turned into weeks, and Tyler's relentless pursuit led him to a hidden chamber deep within the castle, where ancient journals and scrolls lay untouched by time. As Tyler sifted through the yellowed pages of the ancient journals, his eyes widened in disbelief. A passage caught his attention, describing a brief encounter between a vampire and a human on a moonlit night—a passionate encounter that had transcended the boundaries of their respective worlds. The words resonated deeply within Tyler, stirring memories he had buried deep within his sub