Labyrinth Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

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 eyes I stared into at the hallway when we first met. Sager howled in recognition. SHE IS MINE

Her armies were of course rogues in which she experimented with them in making them stronger and increasing their lifespan. She had a spy, Drawfall, one who simply sneaked on Desdemona just to know about Lucian's state. At first it was satisfying to hear the moon goddess had punished Ste-phen for his mistake. She heard the way Ste-phen went insane whenever he sleeps, it sends thrills into her. But then, she heard Ste-phen found another mate, she made investigations and was shocked. A human male mate was suspicious, so used magic to dig more. It turned out Mason was Seleria's reincarnation.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Nova’s POV “Done?” I asked, staring at the white ceiling with my arms spread. The maids were tying the ribbon of the purple Lycan’s royal dress. “Yes, your Highness!” they announced, gently brought down my arms. I smiled, staring at my reflection in the mirror. The golden image of the Lycan’s fang on the dress made my eyes twitch. I smiled, tracing my fingers on the symbol of the Lycan on the dress. “It’s beautiful!” the word left my mouth, I smiled at my reflection in the mirror, and my fingers kept roaming the symbol on the dress until I felt my finger pressed on my navel.

"What do you mean?" I closed my eyes, focusing on that inexplicable feeling, searching for clarity amidst the chaos. And then it hit me—a memory, buried deep within the recesses of my mind, resurfacing with newfound clarity. "The labyrinth," I began, my voice steadier now. "It's not just a maze. It's alive." Sarah's brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean, alive?" "The labyrinth is sentient," I explained, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place. "It's not just a series of passageways. It's a living entity, responding to our every move."