Labyrinth Floor Novels & Stories

I walked up to Raviva and Keezy who seemed much more comfortable around each other now they had their disagreement reduced to a game. “Come,” said Raviva. “The labyrinth awaits.” He took me and Flossie through a tunnel that sloped upwards. It came out on a ledge above a vast cavern. Below us was a maze. From our vantage point we could see down on the walls, which were several meters high, but still far beneath where we stood. It spread out into the distance, forming a mesmerising pattern.

Alex whispered, his hand reaching out to grasp mine in reassurance. The glimmer grew brighter with each step, until finally, we emerged into a vast chamber bathed in an ethereal glow. Before us stood a mysterious altar, adorned with ancient symbols and surrounded by flickering torches. "This must be it," the figure leading us murmured, their voice tinged with awe. "The heart of the labyrinth." As we approached the altar, a sense of foreboding washed over us, mingling with a glimmer of hope. Whatever lay ahead, our journey was far from over, and the true test of our courage was yet to come.

Or maybe confession. Maxwell’s voice was barely audible behind me. “Lena… if this place changes you…” I stopped and turned slightly, enough to catch his shadow. “You’ll remind me.” “I’ll drag you out.” I wanted to believe that was possible. I wanted to believe anything could drag me out if I stepped too far. After what felt like hours, the staircase ended in a wide, circular chamber. The floor was smooth, unlike the rest of the ruin—polished obsidian, perfectly intact. At the center stood a single pedestal, resting atop it… nothing.

White marble floors and chandeliers hanging off the high ceiling gives the place a warm fluorescent glow. The walls are adorned with large frames of the old Lycan king’s, each of their faces stoic and their eyes boring into us. There’s a spiral staircase in gold, which leads to the open floors. It’s an open space and we can see the reflection of the sun from the transparent ceiling that has an art I can’t tell. I guess it must be why the place is so bright. “You,” I jump frightened when a voice yells at me. Lila and her group snicker at me but I don’t pay them any mind. “Join that line.”

It was the most beautiful feeling I have ever come across in my long painful and boring life. “Wow.” Crystal breathed as we opened the private room on the same floor that overlooked a very giant play station, which was another floor deeper into the ground. Talk about a basement that had had a basement. Fomr what I was told, the Dungeon was 4 floors into the ground; and I couldn't begin to imagine the money that must have been used to construct all of that opulence. There were about 6 private rooms (which looked more like VIP booths considering that they just had three walls, and a railing towering over the stage.) on this floor and others that went further deeper into the ground.

The air was thick with anticipation as they stepped inside, each one ready to face whatever awaited them. The party was in full swing, and it was evident that no expense had been spared. Crystal chandeliers hung from gilded ceilings, casting a warm glow upon the polished marble floors. Intricate tapestries adorned the walls, depicting scenes of mythical conquests and enchanting romances – an ironic backdrop for the dark storm that loomed ahead. Rich velvet drapes framed tall windows, allowing moonlight to filter through and play upon the shimmering surfaces of silverware and glassware. "Is everyone ready?" Lyra whispered to her allies, her green eyes glinting like emeralds, both fierce and v

Thankfully, this dhampir watcher did not seem hostile. Meeting a dhampir in this secret zone only proved that the game was designed to drop hints for players fully intent on climbing the dungeon seriously. The next stage was set in the maze-like labyrinth, and floor ten was a preview. Going by this logic, perhaps it would be better for the vanguard team to scout the twentieth floor and seek clues in the demon lord’s area to let them know what to expect in the jungle zone moving towards floor thirty. They must have missed something. “How long have you been a watcher of this labyrinth?” Zen finally relaxed enough to sit down at the same table as the dhampir watcher. The others made themselves

“The underground has three floors. On the first floor, we have 50 beastmen. The second floor is not more than 30 while the last floor has only 15 beastmen.” “Okay.” “All the floors have two exits.” “We’ll conquer one each.” “Understood.” Brown agreed. “Tell me more.” “The first floor seemed the largest and the last floor felt a bit narrow.” “Like an inverted pyramid?” He asked for the details to be specific. “Exactly. In fact, I feel like the shape of the underground passage was similar to a pyramid.” “Got it.” Pat! Both of them stopped right above the metal-like door on the sand floor.

"Continue. It will need to do better than blazing symbols if it wishes to stop us. The first trap appeared quickly and unexpectedly. The floor beneath their feet moved as they entered a circular chamber. They were barely alerted by Lyra's piercing scream before a lethal web of metallic spines erupted from the walls. "Stay put!" With a voice that broke through the growing panic, Lyra yelled. Zara stopped and glanced at Kael, who was standing inches from one of the spines. Even though it was obvious that she couldn't fight her way out of this, Elara already had her dagger in her hand. "What set it off?" Zara's voice was low as she asked. Lyra's mind was racing as she looked around the room. "T

Would Ydrian really enter a sewer in this method, though? "Sucks to be him," I smirked and pulled the lid with all of my strength. It shifts, but only barely. It was good enough to let me in, though. I quickly covered it above and descended the ladder, which led to absolute darkness. I took out my little glowlamp and illuminated my path. It was eerily quiet. If one were to stay here an hour longer, I'd assume they'd go insane by the time they meet the sun. I inspected the floor and I realized it was made of marble. "How unusual," I whispered to myself and continued. Was this a lower floor of the palace's interior, and someone merely dug a hole above?