Throne Room Undertale Novels & Stories

The girls’ cries got louder. “Enough Thane!” The Luna yelled. “Behind the pack house there is a door beneath a large rock. It leads underground. It’s a tunnel that opens into a large room. You will find the stone there.” I mind linked my Beta the directions to make sure it was there. “Thane, you know that in the wrong hands the destruction of our world is almost certain.” I laughed at her. My Beta brought a chest and laid it at my feet.

Alisha started with a straight face as she stared at them. The throne room is a large, grandiose space with high ceilings and ornate decorations. There are heavy red velvet curtains draped over the windows, and the floors are covered in plush carpets. The walls are adorned with gold-framed paintings and tapestries, and large chandeliers are hanging from the ceiling. In the center of the room is a massive throne made of dark wood, with intricate carvings and gilded accents. The room is filled with the scent of incense and the sound of a harp playing softly in the background.

The throne room. It was darker than the last time I'd seen it. The windows were covered with heavy drapes and the only light came from a few scattered torches along the walls. At the far end of the room, a throne sat on a raised platform, carved from black stone and draped in shadows that seemed to move on their own. And it was empty. Nala led me inside and the doors closed behind us with a heavy thud. “He’ll be here soon.” She positioned herself near one of the pillars. “You might want to practice what you’re going to say.”

That was impossible, they all feared us and dared not to even breathe wrongly in our direction plus they were all corporate when I looked out the window. “Could be some omegas messing around.” Rowan said with a shrug. Before continuing to the throne room. I will find whoever was responsible for this ruckus and deal with them later. We all walked to the throne room. The throne room was large with dark obsidian pillars, dark stone flooring, perfectly sculpted faces of all the previous alpha kings and queen lunas lined up against the walls on either side. A lot of blood has been shed in this room, faint crimson blood stains here and there, a reminder of what could happen if you step out of line

I placed a hand on his cheek, forcing him to look at me again. “He can try,” I said softly. “But he’ll fail.” He closed his eyes, leaning into my touch for a brief moment. “Just… don’t let him separate us.” “I won’t.” I threaded my fingers through his and pushed the doors open. *** Inside the Throne Hall The hall stretched endlessly—columns carved with wolves, sharp metal banners hanging like spears from above, and a floor of polished obsidian. At the far end sat a throne of black stone and gold veins.

“That’s why they think I’m weak.” “No,” he corrected calmly. “That’s why they’re afraid.” She swallowed. He gestured toward the inner chambers. “Come. Sit.” They moved deeper into the mansion, past ancient stone walls etched with runes older than most packs. The throne room loomed ahead, dimly lit by glowing crystals. Scarlet dropped onto one of the carved chairs, exhaustion finally catching up to her. Her father took the throne but leaned forward, elbows on his knees, attention fully on her.

Nora picked up the folded paper. She didn't open it. She held it. "You want the throne," she said. "Yes." "And you want me to trust you." "Yes." "Those two things are going to conflict at some point." "Probably," he said. "When they do, I'll tell you." He held her gaze without wavering. "I want the throne through legitimate succession. If Caspian fulfills the anchor requirement and succeeds, the succession is his by right and I'll accept that." He paused. "What I won't accept is the succession being built on an arrangement that's being managed dishonestly. But then. if the anchor is being kept in the dark about the terms of her own arrangement

The ceiling was high. Ancient pillars lined the room. Weapons were mounted on the walls. Armor sets stood frozen as if waiting to be worn again. Scrolls rested inside glass cases. And at the center of the chamber A throne. Not made of gold. Not decorated with jewels. It was carved from dark stone and surrounded by floating symbols identical to the one that had appeared in the sky. I stared at it in silence. My heartbeat echoed loudly in my ears. The scarred wolf spoke behind me. “That throne was sealed after the massacre.”

I was blaming myself for not asking for a description from the girl who had come to call me. I was sure the narrow door would lead me to another hallway where I would locate the kitchen, but instead, it led me to a large room which was empty except for a throne in the podium. Behind it was the pack's crown, adorned in gold, and the drawings of a moon lapping another inscribed around it. The walls were not left out in the drawing as most of the walls were covered with drawings of a double moon, and other drawings I did not know, but was sure were sacred to the pack. There were many doors leading in and out of the throne room, and from a few feet away from where I stood, I counted eight doors,

I said. ‎ ‎Kaelen nodded. ‎ ‎He and Loine braced themselves. ‎ ‎"One. Two. Three!" ‎ ‎BOOM. ‎ ‎The doors flew open, the wood splintering around the lock. ‎ ‎We stepped into the Throne Room. ‎ ‎It was a cavernous hall, lit by hundreds of candles. Red velvet banners hung from the ceiling. ‎ ‎At the far end, on a dais raised high above the floor, sat two thrones.