Labyrinth Fanfic Novels & Stories

Adeline is howling angrily in my mind at the loss of her mate, but I simply push her to the side and ignore her. As I stand to exit the Labyrinth the walls shift and change in front of my eyes. Creating a straight path to the exit. Grabbing what scraps of fabric I have left of my dress I try to cover myself as much as I can as I slowly walk to the exit. The grinding sound of the metal doors being opened fills the silence of the evening and I walk out of the Labyrinth with my eyes cast to the ground.

Elysia's voice was laced with awe as she spoke, "This labyrinth is unlike anything I've ever seen before. Its paths are in constant flux, a reflection of the realm's ever-changing nature." Valen's eyes gleamed with a mix of caution and excitement. "Indeed, my friends. The Enchanted Labyrinth is said to challenge not only the body, but also the mind and spirit. We must remain vigilant and true to our purpose."

It grated on the mind. The cavern opened up below. Blue witch-light. The stone slab. The swirling vortex above it, sucking the light from the room. And on the slab, a small, still bundle. Kayla stood over it, her hands moving in the air, pulling threads of sickly yellow light from the bundle up into the vortex. Janita stood guard, a sharp smile on her face. No other guards. They hadn’t expected us to get this far. Laila pushed past me, her breath a ragged tear in her throat. She took two steps down.

Serena's POV I had expected a monster, the kind of monster that lived in the stories my mother used to tell me before bed, with sharp teeth and claws and eyes that glowed in the dark, but when the doors of the throne room opened and the Lycan King Alejandro walked in, I realized that I had been wrong about everything.

I covered Kian with my body and my head with my hand as the silver ribbon burnt into my skin, wrapping itself around my wrist. I groaned in pain as the ribbon’s length started decreasing, dragging me closer to Illumi. “Ok! Help me here! She’s stronger than she looks!” Illumi ordered his men, and they dashed towards me. Morana’s partner jumped between them. His clothes tore apart, and his masquerade fell to the ground as he got into his lycan form. Ruin’s dagger cut through the air, slicing the silver ribbon tied around my wrist. I gaped at the lycan blankly.

“I hate this town, I hate these people. Why brother, why have you brought me here,” she said aloud, angrily. Her eyes filled with tears. “Dirty blood,” this word was echoing in her head. She fell on the bench in the park and closed her eyes. Cruel memories were now on the screen of her mind. “You creature, who brought her out of the room?” a man screamed from outside. “Wade, your damn lab rat is out,” said Lana while applying nail polish to her fingernails.

Disclaimer: Intense sex scene. Thorne POV I ran my hand through the hair of the young girl in front of me, my fingers tangling in her soft strands as I gazed down at her. Her wide eyes were filled with fear, her small frame trembling like a leaf caught in a storm. She looked up at me, her lips quivering as if she wanted to say something but couldn't find the courage.

"Because once born, he'll feel better about the future of ShadowClaw. And with the war coming, he knows he has to do whatever it takes for the alliance, including marrying someone he doesn't care about." Our eyes met and we exhaled, understanding the mutual feeling of distaste we had for Catherine. "This is a lot to take in," I said, furrowing my brow. "I can understand that. But the point behind this talk is to ask you to please not give up on him. Regardless of what you think, he cares about you." I didn't expect Arthur to love me back but was hopeful that some of his tenderness toward me was genuine. From what Anthony was telling me, this was true. Arthur had feelings for me. But it wasn'

I roar. "My King, there are some females in the dungeon. She might be one of them," Cries a female. I growled as I rushed to the dungeon. The guards there make way for me, and as I run, her intoxicating scent is getting stronger and undeniably sweet. I follow it, and her scream of panic is getting stronger. My blood is boiling. When I reach the cell where she is, I tear the grill bars and step in. The guards all freeze, looking at me with terror. My eyes go to the floor where a frail girl is lying. Tears are streaming down her beautiful face, and her claws are out. She looks on the verge of passing out, and there is blood all over the floor. A man is on top of her without a shirt, and I see

I want my wedding, and I want it soon. . ....................... Author’s POV ....................... Driviar stands in his dimly lit laboratory, staring at the strand of hair in his hand. He promised the king that he would deliver. But the truth is, he doesn’t know what to do anymore. He’s tried every spell and incantation he knows, but nothing seems to work. The hair remains stubbornly silent, and this is all starting to get into his head. He’s starting to wonder if his frustrations caused by his son’s deteriorating condition are making him weak since this is the second person he’s failed to read.