Throne Room Undertale Novels & Stories

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.

Everything here shimmered faintly, as though reality itself wasn’t done deciding what shape it wanted to keep. Damian’s hand was wrapped firmly around mine. His grip wasn’t crushing, but there was a tension in it, the kind that said he was preparing for whatever came next even if he didn’t know what it was. The kind that said he would tear a hole through an entirely new universe if it meant keeping me safe. I leaned into him, just enough to feel his shoulder brush mine. Ahead of us, the Throne Room—our Throne Room—had transformed. What once imprisoned the Queen and echoed with the Rogue King’s fury now opened into a vast atrium of transparent arches, each framing a different realm like windo

he said firmly. She stopped trying to get away from him and he hugged her tightly as she cried for children she didn’t even know. Pregnancy reactions sucked and I wasn’t looking forward to that when Killian and I got pregnant in the future. I watched them for a few moments until Lark was calm again. I needed to go find Soren and I wondered if Ulric would help me find him. “Where’s the throne room?” I asked. “Go down this hall and to the right when it splits. You will find another hall and it’s at the very end through the large double doors,” Ulric answered me and didn’t question why.

"She has been given a task to complete and only she can complete it. She will journey somewhere only she can go and you must not interfere with her task. Do you understand?" Farah nodded. "I have enlisted the protection of more handmaidens while you are away. You have no need to worry about me, keep your eyes on Alicia." ***** She found herself in the throne room of Urlecit. She had heard stories of the hooded pale faced God, stories that she didn't wish to make queries about. The throne room was a lavish one, vines full of leaves and different sorts of vegetation. They stretched across the silver coated walls where burning Amber's within massive black skulls that held sparkling crystals in

The rest of Team Yellow, following Yssy’s instructions, are scattered among the kiddie rides consisting of a Ferris wheel, a dragon-shaped rollercoaster and a merry-go-round; all of them mini and brightly colored where rust hasn’t yet taken over. “Ohhh, right,” she says. “Being originally Team Red, I’m also privy to confidential intel that my team’s flag is behind Door No. 2 – naturally, the Throne Room. You know, in case you change your mind about all this breakout plan and decide you want to become war game MVP.” “Nope. My mind’s all made up. I want out of here.” “All righty then,” Nathan says. Then with a flourish: “This way, milady. After you.” “Thank you, kind sir.”

Dust rained from the ceiling as a distant explosion echoed through the tunnels behind us. “Hurry,” Seris said sharply. “The throne is becoming unstable.” We pushed forward. The final corridor opened into a chamber so vast it stole sound from the air itself. No one spoke immediately. Even Thomas fell silent. The throne chamber stretched beneath the mountain like the heart of another world. Massive stone pillars rose toward darkness far above us, carved with intertwined wolves and crowns worn smooth by time. Ancient braziers burned along the outer walls with silver fire instead of flame, casting pale light across the enormous circular hall.

The room beyond was breathtaking. Silver pillars stretched toward the ceiling. Ancient banners hung untouched despite the passage of time. Moon symbols covered every wall. At the center of the chamber stood a throne. And resting upon that throne... Was a silver crown. The Moon Crown. Silence filled the room. The Crown glowed softly. Ariana couldn't look away...Neither could anyone else. Even Kael seemed stunned. Lucien slowly dropped to one knee. The gesture shocked everyone. "The Crown of House Lunareth."

The charcoal drawings of the old kings curled and blackened as the heat from the lower gallery reached the floorboards of the throne room. "He’s not in the treasury, Your Grace." Thorne dropped his torch onto the flagstones, the flame sputtering out in a puddle of spilled wine. He kept his back to the door, his chest heaving under his singed tunic, his fingers twitching toward the dagger at his hip.