Labyrinth Fanfic Novels & Stories

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.

Chapter 8: Echoes in the Labyrinth The damp air of the labyrinth clung to Evie and Liam like a second skin as they descended deeper into the unknown. The feeble light from Liam's phone cast grotesque shadows on the rough-hewn stone walls, revealing cryptic symbols carved into the ancient surface. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the rhythmic drip of unseen water and the pounding of their own hearts. Fear, a constant companion since their descent, gnawed at Evie. The elder Luminian's warnings about the labyrinth's dangers echoed in her mind. Here, in the darkness, the vibrant facade of Aethel they had initially encountered seemed a distant memory.

It clings to the earth in wisps, swirling around the broken stones of the old walls, veiling the lilacs in ghostly silver. I sit by my window, chin resting on my knees, watching the heavy night press against the glass. My desk, not far from where I am, is filled with crumpled paper. Evidence of my failed attempts at writing a worthy letter that I aim to send to secret and not-so-secret Lycan supporters that exist in the kingdom. I'm not so smart that I can still memorize who are pro-Lycans in the future. But knowing that there are some existing in this kingdom is more than enough for me.

Now I could stay in here and think about what I'd say in my defense when I get questioned for being the Lycan's date. I curled against my bed, wishing I had at least Nancy to talk to about my feelings. Thinking of Lycan have me a strange knot in my stomach. I groaned, shaking the thoughts out of my head. It was wrong for me to think of Lycan in this manner, he was forbidden. I shook my head and decided to take a proper nap, I needed it after all that's happened the last two days. **

“Don’t stand in my way.” She smiled, a mask of tenderness layered over cruelty. “I only came to reason with you, son. You’re not thinking clearly. You’re tired, weak, fevered… and you’re about to throw away everything—your kingdom, your legacy, your people—because of a dick sucking boy.” Kael’s eyes flickered with rage. “Don’t call him ‘a boy.’ Elias is...mine.” Serena’s lips curled. “Yours? He’s a distraction. A fleeting indulgence you confuse for love because your body craves what is forbidden. You’re the crowned prince, Kael. The strongest Lycan in centuries. You don’t have the luxury of… whims.”

Voss’s words returned, unbidden, whispering in Ellie’s memory: “The Labyrinth isn’t just stone. It’s sentient. It watches. It judges.” And she felt it now. The walls pulsed faintly, veins of golden light running beneath marble like the glow of buried embers. Sigils shifted when she wasn’t looking, lines rearranging themselves into new patterns that bled away when she blinked. The air itself bent strangely — one moment thick as honey, the next light as mist. She stumbled, realizing the straight corridor she’d been walking now curled into an impossible spiral. Gravity lurched. Her stomach flipped.

" We had a talk." "Oh," she turns to me. "About what?" "What else? His wedding to Ruby," yeah, with his face buried between my legs, lapping at my juices like a pet dog. Don't even get me started on how hard I came last night. "Hmm.…you two are quite close," well we've seen each other naked a couple of times, what do you expect? "What do you think of him?" "He's Lycan. They'll make fine babies-" She chuckles, " That won't happen if you become Alpha but yes, you two will make fine babies-"

The agony in me was too much, and I knew it wouldn't take long before I was going to destroy my core and end my miserable life once and for all. "The Lycan prince has returned!!" Someone announced it at that moment, and I thought I was having another hallucination till the door opened for him. I turned my face to the door and it fell on the most beautiful deep ocean blue eyes staring back at my face.

She yelled laughing as she ran up the field. "You're not faster than me!" Lucifer said going after her. I chuckled as I swooped Lightning into my arms, I mean, Michael, oh my, the name was getting stuck on my tongue too. He giggled as I held him. "Someday, my child, I'll tell you a story about a spineless vampire hybrid and a cruel Lycan and how their fate was entwined with each other." I said to him and all he did was giggled. Someday, he'll understand.

I didn’t wait for a response, I walked out of the room. It wasn’t until I’d gone a bit of a distance from the dining room that I finally allowed myself to breathe. Unfortunately, it was a moment too soon because someone grabbed me by my upper arm and slammed me hard into a wall. “What the fuck-” Nails dug into my upper arms. They were too sharp to be normal nails. One glance down showed bright red painted nails. Felicity. I looked up into her eyes and a stab of fear filled me. Her eyes were pitch black with angry black veins around the creases. I’d only seen pictures of lycans phasing in pictures, never in reality and it truly terrified me.