Throne Room Undertale Novels & Stories

The entire room fell silent. “Impossible!” Angelina screamed, “How could Father’s ring be on your hand?!” At that moment, the “weak” don suddenly stopped coughing. He stood up abruptly. His eyes were clear, without a trace of illness. “Who said it’s impossible?” The don laughed and walked over to me, personally draping a black head-of-family cloak over my shoulders. “Annelise is the only heir I chose from the beginning! “I pretended to be ill for a year just to draw out all of you ungrateful traitors!”

“...Sure, lead the way..” I won’t asked a stupid questioned asking what it is, I told him to show me fast. We headed into the castle and ran all the way to the top, where the throne room was, which also happened to be the warlord bandit room. The whole room was loosely decorated, the original decors were there probably from the previous owner, but Warlord bandit has also made some improvements, a sloppy one, with hanging torches, hanging skulls, messy floor with rubbish. “What..in the heck…”.

Tony plunged the sword into an Elder's stomach, sliding it upward and splitting the man in half. There was only one Elder left, the old man with the white hair. He was on his backside staring up at us in horror and then flashed himself away. "Oh no you don't!" I exclaimed. I followed him, tracing his route easily. I reappeared deep underground in a large, cold, windowless room with stone floors and walls. Twelve empty thrones were set up in a semicircle. The ancient Elder wailed when he saw that the thrones weren't completely empty.

Tauric’s men were far and few between the closer they came to a giant room towards the far end of the castle. It looked to be a throne room as they burst into the room, a stone dais at the end with a red rug underneath a massive iron throne with the back in the shape of open dragon wings. The throne itself was intimidating and black. Seated upon it was a lean blond man with a glint in his eyes. Armed guards rushed the group as they approached.

"But they won't find you." I pressed a small key into his hand. "North edge of the territory. Old hunting cabin. Under the floorboards beneath the bed. All the proof you need." "Thalia—" "Go!" I pushed him toward a narrow tunnel at the back of the room. "This leads to the river. Follow it east. Don't look back." Reluctantly, Orion slipped into the cave. When he was gone, I sealed it with a word of power. Just in time. The stone door burst inward, showering the room with debris. Through the dust, I saw three Guardian troops with guns raised.

“I’m right here.” I pulled my hand away before he could touch me. “I, Elara Thorne,” I began. The name Thorne hit the crowd like a physical blow. I heard gasps everywhere. Rowan went pale, his jaw dropping. “Elara Thorne?” Aiden whispered, confused. “What are you talking about?” I ignored him and continued, my voice growing stronger. “Rightful heir of the Nightshade Pack and daughter of the true King, hereby reject Aiden Blackwood as my fated mate.”

A Throne in Shadow Setting: Deep beneath the palace. Arion runs through the ancient catacombs, breathing heavily. Blood drips from his lip. He holds the Flame Crown tight. He comes to a dark chamber carved in obsidian. Old markings swirl across the walls—pre-royal runes, forbidden texts. A hooded figure emerges from the shadows. Tall. Eyes glowing green. Arion (panting): "They took the upper throne. But you said… you said there was a deeper fire."

Tala whispers, in complete awe of our mate. A fire slowly spreads across his body, and he looks like a human torch…but sexy. He suddenly starts to grow, like his muscles get bigger and he gets taller. When that stops, he’s at least 7 feet tall and built like a fucking brick wall of muscle. He starts hammering his way through Scàthach’s army, I’m pretty sure that he could just flick one of them in the head and they would be dead on contact. He shouts for someone to get the spell casters through the army and to the children. I make eye contact with High Priestess Winona; we share a nod and make our way towards the front doors of the palace once more with some of her coven members close behind

He and Rudolf followed the King and the rest of the ladies followed their mother to another adjacent room. When they reached the throne room, the knowledge was there already and yet, it still surprised him. The throne room of the Mountains was placed on the top, the highest part of the castle. It was an open room with the wings of the eagle hovered down the throne seat like the seat was her egg.

“It’s the King’s chambers!” We left our children and the ancient kings in the clearing. The war for the mountain was over, but the work of building a home was just beginning. As Killian carried me through the grand oak doors of the Throne Room, the silver veins in the walls pulsed with a warm, restorative gold. He set me down gently on the massive bed of furs we had placed near the central quartz pillar. The room was bathed in the soft, natural light of the morning sun, and the silence was no longer a clinical void, it was a promise.