Harem In The Labyrinth Of Another World の小説・ストーリー

It was the heart of the labyrinth, holding secrets that could change the course of their quest and redefine their understanding of the amulet's true power. The heart of the labyrinth emanated a pulsating, ethereal light, casting intricate shadows that danced upon the ancient stone walls. At its center stood a pedestal, similar to the one they had encountered earlier, but this one bore multiple imprints, suggesting a place for each member to offer a piece of themselves. Lysandra, her voice filled with awe, whispered, "This... this isn't just a way out. It's a nexus, a focal point of the labyrinth's energy."

I heard a lot of loud and muffled murmurings, which made me know there were a lot of people in the room, mostly female. I hated my poor vision. Everything looked blurry and I had to struggle to keep my eyes open to see anything. When my eyes finally adjusted to the brightness, I saw a very beautiful girl who was peering down at me with curious blue eyes. There was something about her face that seemed ethereal. “She must be the newest addition to the harem,” she said right in my face. Harem? As in a harem where several women were kept for men’s pleasure? I couldn’t think of anything more degrading than that. I knew Alpha Damon’s kindness would come with a prize, but not this prize.

A thin blue veil forms between me and the window, hindering my view of the outside world. Magic. My heartbeat drums in my ears as I stumble away from the window. It’s magic. And I can’t be wrong. The women in his Harem are mostly witches. Their aura, the color of their eyes, their beauty… Witches. And Magic. This is forbidden. A Lycan can not establish romantic relationships with a witch. Horror strikes my features as I turn on my heel and scan the rest of the room. Even the blue rug beneath my feet is identical to my rug at home.

He kissed me hungrily, buried himself deep inside me, and held my trembling body tightly to him. When I felt his hot sperm flooding my womb, I lifted my dilated eyes up to look at him. “I've never been happier for a creampie,” I said with a satisfied smile. Henri chuckled. “If it works, you will get more.” I laughed at his suggestive tone and attempted to shift him off. But then, I caught sight of several people standing a short distance away from the Bentley, their eyes locked onto us. “Henri,” I called out sharply, my breath caught in my throat as I noticed Rahl, Alexander, the woman performing the ritual, and many more.

She rummaged through boxes filled with forgotten memories, her heart racing with anticipation. Her fingers brushed against a worn leather journal, its edges frayed and its cover adorned with a beautiful emblem—a symbol she recognized from the stories Aunt Cleo had told her about the coven. As she opened it, the musty scent enveloped her, and the words seemed to whisper secrets of a time long past.

The static snarls, *wrong, wrong, wrong*. “You’re not real,” I say. Renn tilts his head. ***Aren’t I?*** The ground splits, swallowing us whole. --- **The Labyrinth** We land in a maze of mirrors, each reflection a prison for a stolen soul. Veyra claws at the glass, her blood smearing Renn’s smirking face. “He’s gone,” I snap, yanking her back. “That thing is a *mimic*.” “Then why does it hurt?” she rasps.

Screams echoed and died like broken birds. We split and hunted; the labyrinth chewed men like a mouth. I heard Kaine’s shout ahead and sprinted toward it. Voices braided into a frantic knot of flash and strike: Mara had turned, summoning spells like knives, and the whole place shuddered under the weight of her hate. We met in a white chamber, the walls carved with sigils that bled arcane light. She stood, still and beautiful and terrible, as if the world had been waiting to make a painting of her cruelty.

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“Fafaniya is watching after him. They are in the dance floor.” I described to them both the Marchan and the Goblin. Napoleon was leading the way to the dance floor while Prince Conrad was trying to hide me behind him as we blended into the crowd. Amethyst and Kuya Zouli saw us and joined us along the way. But when we reached the dance floor, they were no longer there. I then felt little blows around my ear. Fafaniya was flying at my side. “The Marchan went outside. I think he was done recharging his energy from the gems. I saw him entered the labyrinth in the garden at the back. The Goblin – I don’t know. I lost track on him when I followed the Marchan.”

' She thought as she stared at the woman in front of the priest dressed in an unfamiliar clothing. Then the scene shifts, and she sees the same woman she was watching at earlier sitting in front of her, quietly crying, “I know he has a mistress, and it just so happens that the mistress becomes pregnant before me... I've also heard that he plans to elevate his slave mistress to the position of empress of Quephochy in order to give birth to the child she carries in her womb... That's why he divorced me solely for the sake of his low mistress...” the woman paused wiping off her tears before continuing “Please help me in my retribution, Zhilux,” the tearful lady said, gripping both of her fists.