Fanfiction Labyrinth Novels & Stories

Marretje adds when she sees me stare longer than necessary at the books; little does she know that I have less interest in reading. I have my hands on the drawing in no time, my fingers neatly trailing the stained, softened edges of the paper. Something about the rough sketch etches a feeling of familiarity with it, but I am not certain if Katelyn once showed it to me. Without warning, my head pulls back and my hands freeze, a bright white light flashing in front of my eyes before I could blink twice. My neck seems to snap from the force that is. I am lost—somewhere in a cold acre full of ice and snow, so much snow that I struggle to keep my legs steady.

“I will let you go… if you tell me how you learn to cast the hellfire?” “What are you talking about? What hellfire?” Una was perplexed. “Hm.” Drite moved and studied her from head to toe. “Your scent is weird. A mix of a Lycan… and something I can’t name.” He came near and even sniffed her. “What are you, Una?” “I came from the Nacht Territory and lived in the Wolfless Zone.” The fae chuckled. “Really? Interesting.” He scanned her for the last time. “Be honest with me, or I can’t help you. You are in the deepest dungeon of the Palace of Night and Stars.”

Arcane sigils, once steadfast in their defense, flickered and faltered like dying stars. I could feel the labyrinth's agony, its ancient magic straining to hold back the destructive force. The air was thick with an oppressive energy, and the very ground quaked beneath my feet. It was a surreal and terrifying sight. Walls that had stood for centuries crumbled like sandcastles before the tide. The labyrinth's inner sanctum, which had concealed its secrets from all who sought them, was now laid bare, exposed to the chaos that threatened to consume it. As Dorian continued to channel his relentless power, the labyrinth responded with a cacophony of protest. Unearthly groans reverberated through t

​As they walked, the labyrinth began to shift. The trees did not just stand still; they groaned and twisted, their branches interlocking to create new, winding corridors. Every few steps, the map would pulse, and the branches would pull back, revealing narrow, hidden trails. ​"We are being guided," Laura whispered, her voice barely audible. She felt a strange sensation in her fingertips—a tingling, electric current flowing from the parchment into her veins. "It’s as if the labyrinth knows the map. Or perhaps… the map knows the labyrinth."

Joseph replied. "I wish I could stay for some more time. But I guess I have to go. This seems like a long staircase," Ms. Lilac eyed the staircase they reached after walking for 10 minutes. The forest was gone. Everything around them was clouds and a beautiful stairway starting from one end towards the sky. "It just looks like a long one. But it isn't. It is time for you to rest now, ma'am. You've done a great job while you were alive. I hope you will rest well," Joseph bowed his head to her.

“Growing up, my grandmother told me stories of the Lycans before bed. Much of their power comes from the fact that when they die, the Moon Goddess returns their spirit to Earth in another body. With each life they live, the lycan side gets stronger, faster, and more powerful. Her stories told a few select few, the chosen. Their power is nearly limitless." He hesitated before continuing. "The name Athena sounds familiar, but I have not heard these stories in nearly a hundred years, so I do not want to give any more information at the moment. Please do not take offense, Luna. I just want to check the information before I speak.” Travis still looked uncomfortable as those around the room stared

"The bad flower is here. I smell the fake jasmine." My spine stiffened. I didn't need Luna’s "Sun-Stalker" instincts to know who was approaching. The air was suddenly flooded with a cloying, heavy perfume that tried far too hard to be regal. It was a scent that had haunted my nightmares for five years. The double doors swung open with a bang.

An old frail woman with milky eyes that seemed to see everything and nothing at once. "Candidates," King Theron's voice rang out across the courtyard. "You have proven your strength in combat. Now you will prove something far more difficult… the strength of your character, the leadership trial.." He gestured to the labyrinth behind him. "The Labyrinth of Mirrors is an ancient construction, built by the first Lycan seers. It is not merely a physical maze, but a magical one. As you navigate its halls, it will show you truths about yourself. Memories. Fears. The parts of yourself you hide even from your own consciousness."

We have no idea what we're getting into. Zara grinned, but it didn't extend to her eyes. "What we're leaving behind worries me more." They entered the darkness together. Kael has never experienced anything like the Labyrinth. The walls writhed and moved as though responding to their presence, giving the impression that they were alive. Shapes formed as shadows danced and merged, whispering secrets in whispers too faint to understand. With her hand on her weapon, Zara whispered, "This place is alive." "It is observing us."