Patience Undertale Novels & Stories

"I'd like to see it. All of it. What you have separately and what connects to the flash drive. I'd like to understand the full picture." "That's what I'm here to discuss," he said. "Terms." "Terms," she said. "Yes." She looked at him. He looked back. Something in the room had the quality of a thing that was almost complete, that had been building toward a completion and was arriving at it, and he felt it and he let himself feel it and he thought about the years of patience and the sublet apartment and the long waiting for the moment and he thought: this is the moment, you were right about the moment, you have been patient long enough and the patience is paying.

He sounds angry and upset and sad. Tatiana studies her nails while saying, “Jordan was Rain’s second chance. Caleb has always been her first fated one.” Then to Kevin, she says, “Be patient, little wolf. Your time will also come.” “Patience got me nowhere,” Kevin mutters. Jordan scoffs before he repeats the words Tatiana said earlier. My shoulder tingles for a few seconds then Jordan hisses in pain and grabs his right shoulder with his left palm. “Hope might not be lost for you, Jordan,” Tatiana comments. “If you survive the next nine months….”

it must be difficult. "Thank you for telling me, Elijah," I said softly, offering him a small smile. He nodded, returning the smile with one of his own. "You're welcome, Luna. Now, let's finish up here, shall we?" As we continued tidying up, I felt a newfound sense of respect for Elijah. Here was a man who was content with waiting for fate to play its part. In a world that was currently in chaos, his patience was like a beacon of hope. And I found myself wishing that his wait would end soon. For his sake, and for the sake of his future mate, whoever she may be.

Why are they ignoring me? “Try to summon me from inside the safe. Maybe we don’t even need to open the door.” Ataz looks a little unsure before he raises his hand again at the safe. The strain on his face is evident, with deep creases etched across his forehead and mouth, his entire being focused on this one task. Sweat beads on his brow as he channels all of his energy into the effort, his hand shaking with the intensity of it. He refuses to give up, even as the lines on his face deepen and his muscles tremble with exhaustion.

ROMAN. I had waited for this day for as long as I understood that one day I would have my very own Luna, just like Dad had Mom. As a boy, I used to watch them and wonder when I’d have that kind of bond. Something deeper than friendship, stronger than blood. Patience wasn’t always easy. The years dragged on, especially when those around me began finding their mates while I kept waiting, empty-handed. But I never lost faith. Deep down, I knew she was out there. I knew that when I finally found her, every restless night and every ache of waiting would be worth it.

The slow, patient work of time. "The stone is teaching me to be patient," Ember said to Mira one morning, as the sun rose over the towers. Mira sat beside her. "You have always been patient." Ember shook her head. "I have been waiting. There is a difference. Waiting is passive. Patience is active. The stone is teaching me to be present in the waiting." Mira looked at the silver flowers pulsing around them. "The watcher learned that from the stone." Ember smiled. "We are all learning from the stone."

Wyatt’s POV Patience was a lesson most people never learned. They wanted immediate results. Immediate victories. Immediate satisfaction. Nature had never worked that way. Nature rewarded those willing to wait. The chamber beneath the palace had grown quieter over the past day. It wasn’t because there were fewer spiders. Quite the opposite. The hatchlings had begun leaving the nest exactly as they were supposed to. Every tiny set of legs that disappeared into the maze of cracks and hidden passages brought my plan one step closer to completion.

“You’re off somewhere, busy with this project of yours.” His eyes bore into her, searching for answers. “Exactly how much progress have you made?" Isabella inclined her head, her face becoming gentle as she extended her hand to touch his arm. “It’s going well, Thane. You simply need to show a bit more patience. This doesn't happen quickly.” He scoffed, pulling his arm away. “Patient?” His brows furrowed and his stern gaze burned into hers. “You’ve been saying that for months now. Just how long do you think I’m willing to wait?”

“A lesser man would rush you. But I am not hunting your body, beautiful. I am hunting your heart. And that is a chase that requires patience. Let me show you I am worthy of the catch. Allow me to earn my place beside you, before I ask you to share mine.” The words were so reasonable, so… raw and real. Vulnerable. It was a tactic I never would have considered, a display of patience that was utterly foreign to my own nature. And as I watched Trisha’s defiant posture soften, just a fraction, I had to admit, it was devastatingly effective.

I somehow don’t see Leornard ever being sweet or kind. “He has not even told me who he is.” “Patience, My Dear.” I don’t bother arguing with her. It will not help me. I have never been patient. I need to get out of here. It is afternoon when I meet Jane…