Labyrinth Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“I hate this town, I hate these people. Why brother, why have you brought me here,” she said aloud, angrily. Her eyes filled with tears. “Dirty blood,” this word was echoing in her head. She fell on the bench in the park and closed her eyes. Cruel memories were now on the screen of her mind. “You creature, who brought her out of the room?” a man screamed from outside. “Wade, your damn lab rat is out,” said Lana while applying nail polish to her fingernails.

Most in the Half-Market ignored the duo,just two more girls in hoods,but Gnash was a connoisseur of "Others." When Anna turned her head to check on Sophie, her hood shifted. For a microsecond, the internal aurora of the Labyrinth caught the electric, unmistakable blue of her irises. Gnash froze, his cigar dropping an inch. McKinnley. The name was a ghost story in the Labyrinth. He’d heard the council confirmed the line dead, but those eyes didn't lie. He didn't move. He didn't reach for a blade. Gnash was a professional, and he knew that a girl who looked like a McKinnley but moved like a predator was far too dangerous to engage for a small-time snatcher like him.

They leave me alone in the darkness, and the door closes with a finality that echoes in the stone chamber. The lock clicks into place. I'm alone in the dark, chained and bleeding, the runes on my skin pulsing with corruption that makes me feel sick. The bond between us feels wrong now. Still there but damaged, like a rope that's been partially cut and might snap completely with any additional strain. I can still feel him through it though, faint but present. His rage continues to burn, his fear never wavers, his determination is absolute. And underneath it all, something new stirs.

Marcus The room suddenly burst into sound and movement. The Lycan King shifted, tearing through his clothes, and leapt over the table, grabbing Marcus by the collar and twisting his neck to see the mark more clearly. His nails extended into claws and sank into the younger male's neck. “It's not possible.”

Sebastian said, handing over an old, faded photograph. It showed Julian Thorne shaking hands with a man whose face had been deliberately cut out of the print. On the stranger’s wrist was a small tattoo shaped like a maze with no exit. “The Labyrinth Programme,” Mavric whispered. “Father mentioned it once in his sleep when I was still a child. He said it was a prison without walls.” Liora walked into the control room, carrying a warm cup of tea for Mavric. She looked at the photograph and felt a cold shiver of fear run through her veins.

It grated on the mind. The cavern opened up below. Blue witch-light. The stone slab. The swirling vortex above it, sucking the light from the room. And on the slab, a small, still bundle. Kayla stood over it, her hands moving in the air, pulling threads of sickly yellow light from the bundle up into the vortex. Janita stood guard, a sharp smile on her face. No other guards. They hadn’t expected us to get this far. Laila pushed past me, her breath a ragged tear in her throat. She took two steps down.

For me. The entire Labyrinth gave a single, resonant shudder. The endless corridors folded in on themselves like a closing flower, and with a soundless rush, the grey walls vanished. I stood, blinking, in the sun-dappled grove. The corrupted pool was gone, replaced by clear, clean water buzzing with dragonflies. Kairi was on his knees ten feet away, his face ashen, his hands gripping the earth as if to tear the world apart to find me.

I can live in the castle until the end of my days, being abused by Alice and the Queen, loving a man who can never give all of himself to me because a woman with dark hair will forever haunt his memories. Or… I can run away with Cayden, leaving all of this behind. We could take Tamara and run far away, so far that Atwood won’t be able to find us. We’ll change our names. I’ll dye my hair and become someone else, someone that never knew Atwood, never knew Nancy, never attended the Lycan school and never saw the inside of the castle. Can I really run from my fate like that? Do I possess the power to change the course of my fate, just like how I changed the outcome of my vision?

He caught my gaze for a brief moment out of the corners of his bright blue eyes, then quickly looked away, his face reddening a touch. I turned my head fully and furrowed my brow. “Interesting.” “What’s interesting? The ceiling? I think it could do with some glow-in-the-dark stars, at least.” I shook my head and resisted the urge to roll my eyes again, although somehow, the thought of those little sticky glow-in-the-dark stars on a hospital ceiling was oddly endearing. “Not that. I just find it strange that you, the biggest playboy in the entire Lycan kingdom, seem flustered over the thought of sharing a bed with a woman.”