Throne Room Undertale Novels & Stories

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.

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.

The back of the throne formed itself as branches, growing towards the ornate ceiling and from them hung crystals, shaped like leaves. The throne room was humongous with soaring ceilings shaped like snowflakes. The light from the sunstones gave the hall a beautiful visage similar to the halls described in a fairytale. Sidastir has never utilized the room for anything other than executions. He assumed this was a memorable day, if only because this was a rare event. Trolls and fairies have solely inhabited the palace since the passing of his people. The first one too dumb for an interesting company, and the other to aggravating.

Those of higher standing can instead take seat in the stately mezzanines overlooking the entire hall. I stopped walking and looking around the hall, running my eyes through all the things that I can see here when Radj clears his throat again. "I have been in a lot of throne room in different palace all over the world but I must say. The Mortala's throne room is the most mesmerizing that I have ever seen. It screams both benevolence and ferocity." "When the day come. You'll be sitting on the throne too. Beside your husband, King Orius," he said.

*** Throne Room: The throne room was filled with tension so thick you could practically cut it with a knife. Nyxoria stood in front of them all with her arms crossed over her chest. She looked at each ruler one by one, making eye contact with every single person in the room. And then she spoke again in a voice that was calm but carried an edge of danger.