Labyrinth: Coronation Novels & Stories

I covered his hand with mine. "We did," I whispered, a smile breaking through my anxiety. "However," Dr. Corinne interrupted gently, shattering the moment. "I must file the report. The Council monitors all royal pregnancies. Especially... prophesied ones." "No," I said instantly. "You file nothing." Dr. Corinne looked shocked. "Your Highness, it is the law. The Succession Act requires"

The elder raised his hands once more. “And now, the coronation shall commence!” Two warriors stepped forward carrying the Luna crown. Gold. Encrusted with diamonds. My crown. The one that had once sat on my head as I carried Magnus proudly beside Edmund. My lungs felt too tight to breathe. Clara turned and sank to her knees gracefully, hands folded, chin up like she had rehearsed this pose a thousand times in the mirror. Edmund lifted the crown. For a moment he looked around the courtyard, soaking in the attention and admiration. Then, slowly, he lowered it onto Clara’s head.

The counting started to stop and at once the dimension they were in changed. Level four. The Labyrinth. "Labyrinth ... I hate it the most," said Claire. "Neither do I," said Leon. Now before them lay a green garden which was clearly a large labyrinth. Choose your character! Now the digital screen appeared before each of them. In front of Claire the digital screen appeared several goddess characters. Recommendations: Aphrodite. "Do not choose her!" exclaimed Leon when he saw that Claire was about to choose Aphrodite. "Why?" asked Claire. “The recommendations are misleading. This is a labyrinth and we need Athena's wisdom. Stay Athena," said Leon.

“Let’s finish you up. It’s almost time. Even in her early forties, Anna is good at applying makeup. She dabs some finishing touches of makeup before she puts on my jewelry. I touch the intricate carving of the pendant. It is shaped like a spiral that is adorned with thirty diamonds. At the center of the spiral is a bigger diamond than the rest with the purest color of diamond I have ever seen. There were three knocks on the door. Three knocks meant that the person was a royal guard. Anna excuses herself and heads for the door. “Your Highness, the King was just checking to see if you’re all set up for your coronation,” General Silverstone stands on the doorway and bows. “Shortly, General Silv

The attraction is stronger the closer we go. Damon's hand drew closer to mine. After that, we'll continue. whatever it takes. However, I couldn't get rid of the sensation that someone or something was pursuing us as we strolled. The landscape changed once more before we had been very far. In front of us, the shadows stretched and twisted, creating hallways and barriers. Kael mumbled, staring at the new barrier, "A labyrinth." "Obviously." "It's not just any labyrinth," Liora remarked in a shaky voice. It is composed of delusions. I sense the enchantment.

Without another word, we pushed forward, entering the dark, twisting corridors of the Labyrinth. The air was thick with dust and the scent of old magic, the walls covered in strange runes that glowed faintly in the dim light. “Stay close,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the echoing footsteps. “And keep your wits about you. This place is full of traps.” As if on cue, a low rumble reverberated through the corridor, and a section of the floor dropped away just ahead of us, revealing a pit filled with razor-sharp spikes.

Where the hell was Dimitri with my real bride? “And now, before the free men called rogues. Before the Royal elevated guests. Before the Lycan of all werewolves and the Lycan territory, Before our mother Selene. I crown you—“ The elder picked up the crown, with the gloves Margery had specially provided for him. “No!” Lyssandra’s voice rang out loud in the hall. “I would like to be crowned with something else. Something different but with a deep meaning to me,” she softened her voice and clapped her hands.

I haven’t eaten in two days, but the smell of roasted meat finally stirs hunger. Mira scrolls through her tablet while we wait. Suddenly, she chuckles under her breath. “What is it?” I ask. She turns the screen toward me. “The coronation.” I almost tell her to turn it off, but curiosity wins. The feed shows chaos. Lyra’s crown tilts sideways; her dress tears at the shoulder. Guests murmur instead of cheer. The ceremonial flame sputters out halfway through the oath. A storm bursts outside, wind whipping through the open hall.

“I am the law. My words stand. I don’t care about your useless objections because I am marking my queen. I am crowning my queen. And if the Goddess herself wants to try to kill Arabella Draven…” I smiled, slow and savage. “She’ll have to come through me first.” I turned to the Circle, aura rolling out like a tidal wave of death. “Coronation is on the next full moon. My queen will sit on that throne beside me. Anyone who disagrees…” I let the silence hang. Then I smiled. “Raise your hand.” Ten hooded figures stared back. Not a single hand moved. Not even the four that stood with Levi earlier. I leaned forward, voice soft, deadly.

“A female from the pack will be placed in the center of the 'Labyrinth of Shadows' which is a small, magically darkened area of the courtyard. She will be suspended in a cage of vines that slowly lowers toward a pool of ice water. The only way to stop the vines and free her is for two Alphas to work in perfect synchronization.” He pointed at Raven. “Since our Kings are the stars of the show, Raven will be the one in the cage. Each King will be placed on opposite sides of the labyrinth. They will be blindfolded. They have to navigate the maze and reach two separate levers at the exact same time. If one pulls before the other, the cage drops faster. They can only succeed if they work together