Labyrinth Fanfic Novels & Stories

She looked eerily similar to Anna. “That can’t be,” Logan said, staring at the carving. Anna felt a chill run down her spine. “It’s just a coincidence… right?” Damon frowned. “Or maybe the Keeper chose you for a reason.” Before they could dwell on it, the ground beneath them trembled. The walls of the chamber began to shift, the mirrors warping into twisted shapes. “The Labyrinth isn’t done with us,” Mia said, her voice shaking. “Then let’s be ready,” Anna said, gripping her wand tightly.

Irene thought the mate bond would work, but perhaps Duncan wasn't really her mate, maybe it was just an Illusion created by Sophie. As Duncan walked towards the banquet hall, the most refreshing scent assaulted his senses, making him breathless for a second. Duncan was stunned, his eyes widening in surprise. His subconscious, Sai growled, his heart filled with delight as he stared at Irene, “She's our mate, Duncan. We've finally found her.” Duncan’s expression changed for a split second, but in less than a minute, his face became expressionless.

We walk through the outpost gates, and Ruth spots me and starts running. Two feet away, she comes to a dead stop. "You're... huge. And bloody, cool." From beautiful to huge. This isn't looking good. "Yeah, I guess I am." "Are you meaner?" Oh, this child. "I hope not." Her lips curve downward and her eyes go stubborn. "Then it's not that cool." "She stabbed the general with her claws until there was nothing left of his face," Labyrinth tells the unimpressed child.

Emily's instincts guided her towards a source, an enigmatic pull that grew stronger with each passing moment. Step by step, Emily and Luna forged ahead, their bond unyielding in the face of uncertainty. The strange sounds persisted, now intermingled with fleeting glimpses of ethereal beings. Flickering lights danced at the periphery of Emily's vision, teasing her with their elusive nature. She felt as though she was traversing a thin veil that separated the tangible world from a realm beyond human comprehension. Time seemed to lose all meaning as Emily and Luna Malfoy continued their journey. Their presence in this altered reality became more profound, resonating with the very fabric of the

Her skills wasted, her mind dull. She reached the edge of the Labyrinth at sunset. Black trees towered above her. Once she entered the Labyrinth there was no turning back. Her family would be furious with her and frightened for her. But Crimson knew this was the right thing to do. She entered the Labyrinth. The path twisted and turned. This was no maze. There was no way she could get lost, no forks, no alternate paths; just one path that she walked further from her old life and towards the dragon.

But she was always my light when things were at their darkest and I cannot abandon her now, so I head back into the maze. When I reach the centre, I find total chaos, Fang races past me and pounces on the Prince, snarling in his face. He’d had hold of Lilly by her left wrist but let go as he fell. She now holds it to her in a way I recognise, and I go to her side immediately. “Hey, let me see.”

She had seen the resemblance. "Elara," Silas said, stepping toward me. He used my name again, his voice trembling with a desperate hope. "She said she saw the fire. She said—" "She’s a hysterical woman, Mr. Vane," I interrupted, turning my back on him to walk back to my children. "I suggest you keep your 'True Mate' on a shorter leash. Her presence is a liability to my investment." "Mommy," Luna said suddenly, her voice small and haunting. "The snake is thinking about fire again. She wants to make a big fire."

The Labyrinth came alive with lovers. The ever-shifting pathways filled with the sounds of raw passion wet flesh slapping, muffled moans, cries of release bouncing off glowing walls. Vespera was claimed again and again as the maze guided new configurations. Draven and Lorien double-penetrated her relentlessly while Sable rode her face. Later, Rook found her in a dead-end alcove, bending her over and railing her with brutal, possessive strokes while Draven fed her his cock.