Descendants Coronation Novels & Stories

They had both lost a cherished mentor and leader, but now, it was Gabriel's duty to step into his father's shoes and take up the mantle of kingship. The coronation day arrived, casting a glimmer of hope amidst the lingering sorrow. The grand hall of the palace, adorned with rich tapestries and flickering candlelight, served as the backdrop for the momentous event. Nobles, dignitaries, and the people of Elysia gathered to witness the ascension of their new king.

"Thank you." The coronation begins at midday, sun directly overhead, witnesses packed into every available space. High Councilor Thorne presides, his voice carrying across the clearing with practiced authority. He speaks of tradition and evolution, of respecting the past while embracing necessary change. The words are political, carefully crafted to satisfy both progressives and conservatives in attendance. Then Freya appears.

We could hear the family cheer, and we broke apart smiling and laughing. When the cheers finally quieted down, the minister then announced the Coronation of the new King. Bryden’s crown was sitting behind the minister on the pillow on a small table, as was the scepter and royal orb and the throne. The minister then handed Bryden the scepter in his left hand, then the orb in his right. Then he had Bryden kneel so he could do the special prayer for God to bless the new King.

The last coronation ceremony that was meant to be for me ended up in shambles and even led to the death of my father. But as always, he calmed me down and assured me. Oliver assured me in his own little way too, giving me that very big smile that always managed to make my heart flutter in excitement. We soon walked out of the room and the coronation started. The regularities were done, and it was time for the crowning. Our royal regalias were placed on us finally, eliciting a yell of excitement from the people. “I present to you, the King and Queen of the werewolf kingdom!” The officiator yelled.

Noticing the dress I’m looking at, Esyn says, “You will look very lovely dressed in it.” I press my lips together. “Wouldn’t it be too much? I should go with a more classic attire,” I suggest. Esyn removes the dress from the mannequin. “Do you know how long we have been waiting for this moment? For the return of one of Queen Sera’s descendants?” I shake my head because I don’t know the exact number of years. “For four generations,” Esyn says. Considering the lifespan of werewolves, that’s a lot of years. “Since the disappearance of her twin pups. The entire realm held tight to the hope that at least one reached adulthood and had pups. Today, our wish came true. When King Caleb shifted into h

Now, back to the matter at hand, I continued to my destination without feeling any kind of guilt, but as I trekked, I couldn't take my mind off the fact that that animal had an owner, or owners so to speak. "Adamar and Adaen," I murmured. Maybe this coronation might give me a chance to meet them again. I grinned and for the first time since I stepped in this realm, I felt hopeful. "Hmf, I can't wait to see these two.” The coronation ended smoothly in a way most coronations do, but High Elder-now-King Geraden made it so that it dwarfed the other realms' coronation rights. He ended it with flamboyance and a long fucked up speech. I was bored to death, but I also couldn't shake the cold feeling

Outside, the ceremony horns suddenly echoed across the estate grounds. Valentine appeared at the doorway immediately dressed sharply in ceremonial black. “Alpha.” His voice carried emotion too. “It’s time.” The coronation grounds erupted loudly the moment Conrad and Nadia stepped onto the stage together. Thousands bowed instantly. Council elders lowered their heads respectfully while warriors slammed ceremonial staffs against the ground in unison. Boom. Boom. Boom. Conrad stood tall beside Nadia proudly holding Conrad Junior before the entire kingdom. At the center of the stage stood the ancient ceremonial throne platform of Silvercrest.

“She… she's not like that.” “Oh, yeah?” Ildara snorted. She began to unpack the contents of the suitcase; the rest contained only clothes and several necklaces with black stones. “Listen, Venus.” Ildara emphasized when saying the name of Venus. “I'm telling you a legendary true story in Dasina. Amerta is Bizura; his grandfather Giris Druiksa is Bizura; Langit is also Bizura. Then one day, somehow they, Amerta and Langit, were involved in one-night-stand love. And you were born—someone that everyone just knew—Venus the princess of Bizura. The only pure Bizura descendant; not just crossbreed. Then—”

I looked away, feeling betrayed. Afterwards, Daniel walked back to his throne and took a seat. Two guards stepped forward, carrying a golden crown on a red cushion. The hall went silent immediately as this was a greatly anticipated moment. The oldest elder who had given a speech at the beginning of the ceremony, stepped forward again, clearing his throat softly. “This,” he began, his voice steady, “is the symbol of leadership, honor, and sacrifice. This is a moment of gratitude as we celebrate an important moment, the coronation of the 20th queen.”

That reaction alone told me everything I needed to know—she knew exactly what that title meant. “You know them,” I said, my voice quieter than intended. It was not a question. Mira lowered herself into the chair near my bed and exhaled slowly, the expression on her face turning grave in a way I had rarely seen. “Everyone in the supernatural world knows them,” she said at last. “The Four Crown Kings are not merely powerful students, Aurelia. They are the strongest beings Noctis Academy has produced in centuries.” She paused, choosing her words carefully. “Each one stands at the peak of their generation. Each commands power capable of shifting political balance across kingdoms. Nobles fear off