Labyrinth: Coronation Novels & Stories

Moments later, Hassan arrives before the king makers who then go through some processes with Hassan, first of all, they make him swear the oath of fulfilling his duties as the new Sultan, and then they dress him in the royal attire after that they make the final step of the coronation rites by putting the crown 👑 on his head but before they could place the crown on Hassan's head, disaster erupts. As just the king makers were about to crown the new Sultan, a deafening cry was heard outside the coronation hall and after that, the sounds of wail and panic followed... Everyone in the coronation hall was surprised by the commotion they heard and a guard was sent to check what was going on... Jus

I conjured a magical veil around Kian to stop him from intervening. Marilla cut my hand; Specter followed eagerly. She united our hands, chanting the marriage incantation in Latin. I let my hand drop in disgust. Only I could hear Kian’s snarls, shattering my heart. “Can we proceed with the coronation?” I whispered in Latin. Marilla smiled, placing the silver crown atop my head. Witches chanted. Kian’s wolf eyes burned in my mind. I lifted the veil, letting him vanish safely.

This labyrinth is just another test we have to conquer. We rize to our feet and take a moment to gather our strength. As we continue through the labyrinth, the air grows thicker with tension. Shadows dance across the walls, whispering secrets that send shivers down our spines. I clutch the pendant around my neck, a small token of my mother's love and protection. As we venture deeper into the maze, the walls seem to shift and rearrange themselves, ever-changing like a living entity. Me and Jericho rely on our instincts, trusting our bond to guide us through the labyrinth's treacherous twists and turns.

Chapter — The Queen’s Mercy The coronation hall shone like a sea of gold that morning. Tall chandeliers sparkled above, each flame reflected in the polished marble floor. Rows of noble Lycans stood in order, their cloaks brushing the ground, their eyes fixed on the center where Alycia stood. The crown of the Lycan kingdom, forged centuries ago and heavy with gemstones, rested in the High Elder’s hands. Every sound seemed to hush as he raised it high.

All I could do was await Dorian's relentless dismantling of the labyrinth and bear witness to the actions that would unfold in its wake. /crack!/ The sound of shattering reverberated in my ears, perfectly synchronized with my eyes witnessing the labyrinth's outer walls rend asunder into two distinct halves. The debris plummeted to the earth, creating a tumultuous collision with the ground. The ground quivered beneath me as the labyrinth, constructed from ancient stones infused with formidable magic, emitted a thunderous and unsettling noise. It was as if the very earth protested against this supernatural turmoil. I strained my senses to comprehend the tumultuous events unfolding within that

“If Haverstone’s notes are accurate, the fracture is at the center of the labyrinth.” “Of course it is,” Jamie muttered. “Why can’t anything ever be easy?” Callan stepped forward, their glowing eyes scanning the ruins. “The force has fortified this place. It will use the labyrinth to disorient and divide us. We must stay together.” Emma nodded, gripping the key tightly. “Let’s move.” The labyrinth was a maze of twisting corridors and dead ends, each turn marked by the eerie hum of energy that grew stronger the deeper they ventured. The walls were lined with ancient carvings, their patterns strange and unsettling, as though they had been etched by an unsteady hand.

The bodyguard following him snapped, “How dare you?! The pup Mr. Hoills’s sister is carrying is born to be his heir! How could you call it an illegitimate child?!” Someone sucked in a sharp breath. “What?! Hoills, the Lycan Chairman who rules over all packs?!”

Darian’s hand squeezes mine, and I lean slightly into him, drawing courage from the warmth of his touch. The high priest steps forward, robes flowing, his voice echoing through the hall. “Today, we gather to witness the coronation of Queen Iris of the Lycan realm. Her bond with Prince—now king Darian McAlister has been forged, marked by the Moon Goddess herself. The sacrifice of the past has allowed the light of life and love to flourish, and now we crown a new era.” I catch Darian’s gaze. His eyes are calm, steady, but there’s a flicker there, pride, something soft, something dangerous and beautiful all at once. I squeeze his hand, letting myself anchor in the moment.

Lyra The coronation takes place at dawn, three days after our bonding ceremony. The Great Hall has been transformed once again—this time with banners bearing the royal crest alongside symbols representing the healing bloodlines and the forest territories. It's a visual reminder that Alexander's reign will be different from those that came before.

This wasn't the agile Sebastian that I got to work with in my prime age. How time flies! "The official coronation ceremony is taking place in the next three days. Please give the permission for the maids to start the preparation and to guide you to any room you'd like to occupy along this line of hall." Sebastian spoke with his weak voice, and I felt so divinely blessed as the maids arrived.