Labyrinth Fanfic Novels & Stories

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.”

And mistrust meant the labyrinth was already winning. ☠️ End of Chapter 19

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.

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.

The labyrinth had adapted, and the real test, the one that would define them, was only beginning. The air thickened, heavy with anticipation, as they stepped into the widened chamber. Crimson veins pulsed along the walls, glowing brighter, like the heartbeat of the labyrinth itself. Every step echoed against the stone, bouncing back distorted, making it impossible to distinguish reality from illusion. Aria’s glow lit the way, but even its radiance seemed fragile against the oppressive weight pressing down from above.

Something like… mark me. And for a second, I let myself get lost in that thought, wondering what would happen if he does. I don’t think about the negatives, only the positives and how nothing or no one could tear us apart ever again because a Lycan’s mark is final and I guess a part of me did want that. I wanted to be his final girl. His end game. “Mine…” Hunter whispered and he came up to my face just as a low rumble sounded off from his chest.

“Sweeping his hands through his ravishing locks of shining golden blonde hair, his spellbinding sapphire sky blue eyes filled with lust and hot passion dripping with sweet desire as he bent down towards Lyall. Lyall licked his lips hungrily. As their lips meet…” “Ahem,” Kitty says. “Hate to interrupt… whatever this is. The groceries are out on the porch. You know the drill. You boys can take it from here.” “Your timing is atrocious as always,” Alastaire says, slipping his phone into his pocket. “First you steal my Cupcake away for a whole day, then you barge in on story hour just as it’s getting really good.” “I didn’t know you read Fable fan fiction,” I blurt out, hoping he’s never read any

Lourain felt like his eyes were getting blurry as they darted all over, looking around the white Abyss, and at all the energy bubbles. "Fane, can you see anything different about them?" Lourain looked up and asked earnestly. There was no way Lourain would be able to see anything from his bit of skill, so he put his hopes on Fane. If Fane could not see anything, then he would forget about it. He would just choose three randomly and leave it all to luck. Fane sighed in exasperation, "If I could see anything different, then the person who set the rules would be a joke!"

Who is he anyway? “See you later, Ariee. Remember, all liars go to hell," he smiled then vanished out of sight, just like as he appeared. My knees gave out and I collapsed to the floor. I honestly hope never to see him again. What's with these Lycans and their crazy abilities anyway? I grabbed my chest, heaving heavily. I was practically going from one scary experience to another. There were hundreds of noble women here, so how did I always somehow manage to catch their eyes?

Lysander collapsed forward, resting his heavy head directly over my heart, listening intently as my pulse raced like a violent war drum. "Now, everything inside that labyrinth will know who you belong to, Thalia," he murmured softly. His massive hand reached up, gently brushing the damp black strands of hair away from my face with an unbelievable tenderness that completely contradicted the monster he had been moments ago. I didn't say a word. I just stared blankly up at the dark stone ceiling, feeling the burning, raw heat of his mark on my neck and the dangerous new power surging through my veins. That labyrinth wasn't going to be my grave. It was going to be a blood-soaked altar for anyone