Throne Room Undertale Novels & Stories

She went in first, and then Tyeron followed. “Where's the throne room?” he immediately asks her. "In my room," she replied, pointing to the closed room. She opened the door, and Tyeron immediately entered, heading towards the small bed beside her own. There is a railing there to prevent their child from falling. He carefully laid Throne there. She quietly watched the two, biting her lower lip when Tyeron kissed Throne's forehead. She looked up so the tears wouldn't fall from her eyes. "I'm leaving now," he said casually and stared at her.

And if, it was any other God, they would take it for treason which it is, but as it is, my flawed nature allows me to joke even at wrong moments, which baffles me, because at this point, anyone could have killed king Orrin. And all that we know, we can't do anything about it yet, until the end of the competition of Gods, to attain a new king to the throne. Such a competition that hasn't been held in the last thousand years. And such a competition which will begin from the 3rd day after king Orrin 's ceremonial burial. "Alec," My head snaps away from my journal to the voice calling my name. Odell stands at the open door, with two hands into the white suit trouser he is wearing.

She had never had any reason to come to the throne room in her past life, so she couldn’t properly remember anything about it. Finally, they walked into the throne room, and Gwen held her gasp. It was covered in the colours purple and black, giving the room a royal yet eerie essence. The throne was placed at the highest point of the room–fitting for the Supreme Lord of the Enu realm–and was onyx black. There were no towering windows to allow sunlight, but the place was covered with already lit candles. Suddenly, she was pushed from behind, and she fell to her knees. “You’re in the presence of the supreme Lord.” Sandra said. “You should be on your knees.”

“What do ya know, he’s free. Little humor for ya. He really don’t have much goin’ on.” The demon chuckled and led Mrs. Belfry through the door and into the spider’s throne room. Inside, the room shared the same gray atmosphere as the rest of the Underside. Situated near the rear, covered in cobwebs, seemingly forgotten by the spindly legged resident of the castle, there sat a large throne that could in no way accommodate the would-be ruler of this drab realm. Beyond this, was a massive tangle of spider webs with a hollowed-out center. Kazul stopped once they reached the center of the room. “Wait here. He’ll be right with ya.”

It seemed as if someone had dumped the entire contents of a mad wizard's zoo into the castle - everything had too many fangs, or too many legs, or both. The glow of the throne room drew him forward at last, and he stepped through the last doorway into a large open space well-lit by candles and torches. Glittering suits of armor, rich silks, and precious metals surrounded him on every side, and he knew at last the tales were true. Movement caught his eye - across the room, a harem girl caught her breath sharply and started running for the door.

The stairwell seemed to go on forever, spiraling deeper and deeper, until finally—at the very bottom—she entered a room unlike anything she’d seen. The walls were covered in markings. Not words—claw marks. Deep ones. Like something had tried to tear its way out. Chains hung from the ceiling, massive iron links thick as her wrist. There were stains on the floor. Old. But dark enough to still reek of blood. And in the center of the room sat a throne. Not Kael’s throne. This one was older. Wilder. Made of bones. As she stepped closer, something stirred behind it. A flicker of movement.

That is enough for me to go through with this. “I’m ready,” I say. Mother nods. “Then let us begin.” She steps back and gestures toward the center of the room. “There,” she says. “On the ancient seal.” I look down. The floor of the throne room is cut with a massive circle of ancient stonework I’ve seen my whole life but never paid much attention to. Now, the runes carved into the stone pulse faintly with gold light, the pattern shifting, almost breathing, like it’s alive and realizes what’s about to happen.

One day at a time, that was her focus. At last, they arrived at the awe-inspiring Throne Room. It was a sight to behold, with vibrant colors adorning everything from the curtains to the carpet. Amani's gaze fell upon the Alpha King, seated on his Golden Throne in the center of the room against the wall. A staircase led up to the throne, with a regal red carpet stretching from its foot all the way to the Throne Room's entrance.

I searched for a familiar face and I sighed when I saw Rune walking at the same pace with me across the room. “What?” I thought, “he's my best chance here than this stuff-looking strangers,” I said to my inner wolf, Imogene. These people present, seemed to be holding their collective breath, waiting for some momentous announcement or declaration. The tension was palpable, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and trepidation. The throne room is a place of power, authority, and majesty. It is a space where momentous decisions are made, where heroes are celebrated, and where the fate of kingdoms are decided.

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.”