Novel & Cerita Labyrinth: Coronation

Crimson splashed first then amber, then void. Victor disintegrated into ashes that spiraled upward merging with the vortex. The cathedral fell down. We sprinted. The stairs reshaped beneath us steps ascending toward us light carrying us upward through veils of shadow and recollection. In the midst of climbing the swirling ash pursued us Victor’s voice resounding: “The coronation is tomorrow. The obligation is settled through lineage. Lila discharged her golden bullet backward. The tornado howled, the embers igniting in flashes of brilliance.

Liam materialized beside her, a gasp escaping his lips. They were no longer in the desolate chamber. Instead, they stood in a vast cavern, its walls adorned with intricate murals that pulsed with an otherworldly luminescence. The murals depicted scenes unlike anything they had ever seen – celestial beings locked in an epic battle, landscapes of unimaginable beauty and desolation, and symbols that mirrored the inscription from the labyrinth.

Those four words had become my least favorite sentence. I knew where he was going, and I wasn’t wrong. It was Lily’s chamber. The first night, I had convinced myself he was only checking on her. The second night, I tried reading to distract myself. By the third… I could no longer lie to myself. They were trying to conceive. The elders had demanded an heir, and Kael was simply doing what he believed was necessary. That didn’t make it hurt any less. *********** I sat alone in our bedroom, staring into the dying fire.

She had heard of the Labyrinth—a place whispered about among students, said to bend reality, feed on fear, and test even the strongest of those who walked its halls. Lucien’s hand brushed hers briefly. “Remember, Evelyn. Fear is your enemy, but so is hesitation.” Elias’s gaze met hers, steady and grounding. “You’re stronger than you think. Trust yourself.” With that, the council elder raised his hand, and the floor beneath Evelyn’s feet dissolved into a black mist. She felt herself falling, though her body didn’t move, and then landed softly on cold stone. The Labyrinth. It was dark. Shadows twisted into shapes she didn’t recognize. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears as she stepped forward,

My breath caught, and I felt the weight of our situation pressing down like the walls themselves were closing in. Caelum’s grip on my hand was unyielding. “Brace yourself,” he shouted, pulling me sideways just as the creature slammed into the corridor with a deafening metallic crash. Sparks flew from its impact, metal groaning and twisting under the force. I stumbled but didn’t fall; Caelum’s arm around my waist kept me anchored. The labyrinth’s pulse grew louder, almost sentient. It shifted beneath us, tilting floors and rising panels in response to the creature’s movement. We weren’t just running from it.we were running from the labyrinth itself, which had now become an extension of our ad

Hushed murmurs started erupting in the air as people praised the craftsmanship and the way the legacy of both regions was preserved in the crowns. With her head held high, Luna walked straight up to the thrones. Darius declared that now it was time to start the coronation ceremony. The moment Luna lifted my crown off the tray, my heartbeat turned erratic. As it neared my head, the sounds of people cheering faded into silence. I could only hear the blood rushing to my ears. I held my breath when Luna hovered it over my head. And as she lowered it, my eyes closed and when she finally placed it over my head, a lone tear rolled down my cheek.

“Come on, let’s go before dad gets antsy.” As soon as they were ready, Xander placed Klara’s hand in the crook of his elbow, to her surprise. “It’s time, dear. Come.” He led her through the palace, all the way to the throne room which held an assembly of maybe thirty people, but her eyes went to Marc, sitting elegantly on the golden throne. She zoned out the others standing around the room, clearly waiting for the coronation. She kept her eyes glued to Marc, who was smiling. Christopher sat off to one side, a slight twitch in his leg, she noticed he looked a little uncomfortable, then there was Elsbeth, standing just below the throne, a gentle smile directed to Klara.

Since everything was already prepared, all that was left was for them to escape from the eyes of Erebus, Ronan, and all the other trained workers in the mansion. “Are you sure you do not want to go back to His Majesty?” Lila asked, a bit worried about their planned escape. “I mean… He will willingly accept you, and not to mention…” She paused for a while and shifted her gaze to the crib where Helios was peacefully sleeping. “Helios is his son so I think it is only right for His Majesty to know it. For sure, he will protect you, Emery. Even the people will because up until now, they see you as their rightful queen.”

My world is a mapped out labyrinth. A seemingly impossible quest to find anything in the latter. Something so simple for others, but to me an unobtainable thing. Serenity, the one thing I yearn for since I can remember. Right in the centre of all the chaos and destruction, I dare to say, was brought upon me by my beloved ones. In a world as dark and cunning as mine one would think to take the first opportunity and get away from it all. All the anger and desires burning one from the inside and starting anew.

Just like that, fabric unfurled like waves, lifting coffins out of the ground as if like a magic trick. One by one, infant spirits broke free from their wooden prisons. I pointed at them, then back at Jim. "See them? Some never got to talk, some never even saw the world. They're just like you, trapped between life and death. In seven days, this place will be as spooky as it gets. Are you in? Will you fight with me, even if it's to the death?"