Labyrinth Fanfic Novels & Stories

Moments later, [Rina P.O.V] The labyrinth breathed. I stepped through the archway and felt it immediately - the particular consciousness of a space that was not merely constructed but cultivated, grown from the shadows of a thousand students who had entered before me and left pieces of themselves behind. The walls were obsidian, smooth, reflecting nothing, swallowing light like a mouth that had forgotten how to taste anything but darkness, that had fed on fear for so long it could no longer recognize any other flavor.

Hot sperm filled Aiden in thick pulses until it began to leak around the base of Shawn’s cock. They stayed locked together for several long breaths. Then fell tired on the bed with heavy breath. Shawn’s breathing evened out quickly. Within minutes the lycan was asleep, one heavy arm still draped across Aiden’s waist, face finally relaxed. Aiden did not sleep. He stared at the low ceiling, feeling the lingering ache and the wet evidence of what they had done. Shawn’s warmth was solid against his back. This should have been them from the start. Instead it felt like an ending.

The shimmering labyrinth stretched out before them, a maze of enchanted mirrors that reflected not their physical forms but the deepest desires of their hearts. The air was thick with magic, and the scent of blooming flowers mingled with the faintest hint of something darker, more enticing. Xienma, Cassie, and Xavier stepped into the labyrinth, their hearts pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation.

Good luck. The other girls began to enter the labyrinth, separating as they entered. With trembling hands and bristling skin I made my way too, the labyrinth looked dark and even scary, with the full moon above us it seemed like a somewhat terrifying scene, and I swear I heard something in the distance. Like a howl. I entered the labyrinth, taking a path that none of the others had taken. It was too cold, there was a kind of fog and silence. It was a bit disturbing. The path was lonely.

He dashed past the castle, his supernatural speed carrying him effortlessly, propelling him forward with a sense of urgency that mirrored the turmoil within his heart. Finally, he arrived at the labyrinth, a place of both solace and sorrow. Memories flooded his mind as he navigated the twisting paths, memories of laughter and mischief shared with his brother, Berthiel, amidst the towering hedges. At the heart of the labyrinth, he came upon the small fountain, its waters shimmering in the silver rays of the moon. The fountain was shaped like a tree, its branches reaching upward in silent supplication. With a graceful wave of his hand, he conjured a noise trapping transparent dome that envelop

The labyrinth had tasted blood—not in flesh, but in trust. Kael’s gut twisted as he stared at his companions. Doran’s axe shook as though it would fall either on Kael or on the doubles. Talia sobbed, dagger still clutched, her eyes wild with betrayal. Selene stood rigid, jaw clenched, her sword angled toward both enemy and friend. And Mira… Mira just rocked, muttering to herself, lost in her spiraling fear. Kael realized then that the labyrinth didn’t need to kill them.

If that spoiled bitch needs the bigger room so she can feel alive, she can fucking keep it. Carter dips his hands in my panties as soon as he kicks the door shut. My head rolls back as a throaty moan escapes me. His fingers work between my thighs in that way he knows drives me crazy, and I allow myself to forget for just a minute that we're going to be divorced soon and he'll be married to that bitch. Maybe I shouldn't call her that in her mind, but I still have every right to be upset about it.

_ #Last Entry I flip open through the rest of the page and realize that there are no newer entries save for the flower sketches that seemed to run from the beginning to the very last page. Mother used to say, clues are found in the middle of parables, they are found where you least expect them. My head seems to be in a whirling tornado as I try to process what I have just read. Someone is out there killing innocent Lycans and according to the book, it all dates back to a forbidden love story and somehow I, Lilac Hirav-Aspen, have been roped into all of this. Who said a human cannot fit into the supernal? They were certainly right.

Both were wearing lab coats, and in the background there were cabinets and a hand hygiene poster. “Guys… I’m fine. I’m alive. And safe. I promise.” “Safe where?!” Jenn demanded. “You disappeared, left your keys and your dignity on the kitchen counter, ran out looking like you were fleeing the country and NOW you show up with an encrypted signal?!” “This is straight out of a movie, Susan!” Carla whispered. “Either you were kidnapped by aliens, or you married a Russian mobster.” “I didn’t marry anyone,” Susan laughed. “But yes… there are some Lycans involved.”

But this time, I had reached the end of the wall and so my mind instinctively called for Ronan. There was something piercing and confining about the Alicia in front of me. Maybe some spell or something. But I could sense the strong feeling of danger as her red eyes locked on mine. “Zira, I command that you let me become a Royal consort to Ronan!” I felt wheels churning through my mind and I shook my head repeatedly while calling for Ronan. He had to be close… “Ronan!” I cried out as I felt myself lose control of my mind while the world around me went dark.