Patience Undertale Novels & Stories

When I couldn’t avoid a pack meeting or breakfast, I would stay quiet or give such vague, one-worded responses to her questions that she couldn’t help but notice I didn’t want to talk. But it won’t last for long. I’ve gotten to know Talis enough over these last seven months that I know what her patience tolerance level is. That she hasn’t already ordered me to tell her what’s going on is surprising, but soon she will. Soon, she’ll demand I tell her, and since she’s both alpha and Luna, I will have to, even if it’s the last thing I want.

I revel in the anticipation of what lies ahead, knowing that our paths will intersect when destiny deems it so. In the depths of my heart, I pledge to honor her request for patience, for it is through patience that love is tested and strengthened. I will watch for the signs, attentively decoding the subtle messages the universe sends my way, eagerly awaiting the moment when Tuberose will step out of the realm of dreams and into my reality.

“And if she’s there, we’ll find her. You’ve waited this long. A little more patience won’t hurt.” Maxton’s jaw tightened. Patience had been his prison these past months, a slow, torturous wait filled with unanswered questions and unfulfilled longing. “I’m done waiting, Tanner,” he replied. “If she’s alive, I need to see her. I can’t...” He trailed off, unable to finish the thought, as if even acknowledging the possibility of not finding her was too painful to consider. Tanner placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “We will find her,” he said firmly. “And whatever happens after that, we’ll deal with it.”

I began, my voice playful yet laced with an edge, “you’ve been good at following orders lately. But there’s one thing I want from you now.” He raised an eyebrow, his expression a mixture of confusion and intrigue. “What’s that?” “Patience,” I said softly, taking a step back. “I want you to be patient with me. To stop trying to fix me.” Helios frowned, but there was a subtle shift in his posture, as though he was processing my request. “And what do I get in return?” I smiled faintly, feeling a surge of power. “You’ll get me. In my own time. You won’t have to push me anymore.”

Skylar flexed her arms, rolling her shoulders and straightening her legs as she stood straight. I walked closer to her as my patience lessens. “Skylar,” I slowly called her name, raising my hand to touch her but she recoiled. “I don’t have all the time in the world and I particularly don’t have the patience to be dealing with you. I need to know where Elara is so, spill.” Skylar smiled sweetly. “I see,” she replied, looking at me with innocence and pity, making me want to pluck her eyes out. “Since you’re admitting to not being patient, then I guess you have to learn how to be patient.”

The compass needle pointed at the bridge with the warm, steady certainty of a device that had found its purpose. The baby Utterance sang its giving-note. The Figure glowed. Marcus held. The bridge hummed with the specific frequency of two universes learning, for the first time, to share. And deep beneath everything, pressing its face against the two-nanometer window that now carried a river of golden light, the shadow of the Figure's rage watched the energy flow with an attention that was not gratitude. It was patience. The kind of patience that rage learns when it realizes the door is finally, permanently, open.

"The pups keep asking about her. I’ve been telling them soon, but they’re persistent little things." I let out a quiet sigh. “Very soon,” I muttered to myself as I followed her inside, but I wasn’t sure when the right time would be. And even if I wanted to introduce my Luna to them now, I still can't. Everything has to fall in place ~~~ THE CASTLE

“You're correct. |, too, found it difficult to fall asleep, so | decided to take a stroll in the orchard. Napping isn’t a habit of mine. Allow me to introduce myself first. I’m Patrick. And you?” Luna glanced at him, remaining cautious. Without responding, she continued to gather oranges. “You've collected quite a number of oranges. Will you be able to finish them all? Oranges don’t keep well for long; they spoil easily,” Patrick kindly urged. Luna stole a glance at Patrick. Why did this person talk so much? However, when she looked at his smiling face, she couldn’t discern any ill intentions.

Over the following weeks, Bianca found herself genuinely practicing this different kind of patience, still hopeful, still tracking her cycle carefully, but without the same anxious intensity that had characterized the earlier months of trying. “I keep thinking about how strange it is,” Bianca admitted to Rosalind during one particularly reflective phone call. “Learning genuine patience feels almost as significant as everything else I’ve learned this past year and a half. Just a completely different kind of courage.” “I think that’s exactly right,” Rosalind said. “Not every challenge requires the same kind of strength. Sometimes courage looks like fighting hard. Sometimes it looks like genuin

"I mean it. I'm not — I need the room to trust you without a deadline." "Bella." His voice was steady. "As slow as you need. I'm not going anywhere." He turned back to the view. "I've waited years to be in the same room as you, slow is not a hardship." I looked at his profile in the dark and thought, not for the first time, that patience looked genuinely different on him now. "Okay,"