Labyrinth Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

We've been busy lately, and all we can manage are short, stolen moments like this. A slight squeak of the door that we didn't shut all the way warns us we aren't alone. It's Labyrinth, one of King's guard. His eyes make you look twice-one blue, one green. He's also a huge goliath of a man and when you add in beautiful eyes, it's an odd combination. His square jaw, full lips, and lethal persona are common among the Shadow Warriors. Labyrinth, as one of King's guards, is deadly. Though, right now, he just looks sheepish.

Governments mobilized. Markets crashed. Faith exploded. And Lily— Daughter of Lucifer. Former Convergence. Anchor without throne— Opened her eyes. They were not gold. Not crimson. But something new. Horizontal light. And she said— “Link them.” The world held its breath. And the lattice began forming.

Arcane sigils, once steadfast in their defense, flickered and faltered like dying stars. I could feel the labyrinth's agony, its ancient magic straining to hold back the destructive force. The air was thick with an oppressive energy, and the very ground quaked beneath my feet. It was a surreal and terrifying sight. Walls that had stood for centuries crumbled like sandcastles before the tide. The labyrinth's inner sanctum, which had concealed its secrets from all who sought them, was now laid bare, exposed to the chaos that threatened to consume it. As Dorian continued to channel his relentless power, the labyrinth responded with a cacophony of protest. Unearthly groans reverberated through t

Images started to form on the labyrinth's surface, depicting scenes from the city's glorious past and its eventual downfall. Queen Liora's voice, softer and more understanding this time, echoed around them. "You have tapped into the heart's memories. Show it your true intentions, and the path will reveal itself." Eryx, channeling the energy from the shard, projected their journey — their challenges in the Crypt, their intentions to restore balance, and their unwavering bond as a group. As the images played out on the walls, the labyrinth responded, its pathways lighting up, leading them to the exit.

Tapi’s Furys are known to exist only in the Labyrinth of Shadows―a dreaded dwelling created by the legendary sorcerer, Tapi, to shield Kings of the Realm from the talons of Firnes. It has endless pillars—of roughly stacked stones—spread out in rows through the Labyrinth, all leaving four paces between each other. The pillars’ tops reach the sky where they disappear in black clouds of rumbling mess, while their bases are rocks shaped like vines, stretching out as roots on the dry, rough ground. One distinctive feature of the Labyrinth is its colorless nature. Diverse smell is not a leisure either. One could wear whatever scent they liked. As strong as it may be, it all ends in a blast of roas

“If Haverstone’s notes are accurate, the fracture is at the center of the labyrinth.” “Of course it is,” Jamie muttered. “Why can’t anything ever be easy?” Callan stepped forward, their glowing eyes scanning the ruins. “The force has fortified this place. It will use the labyrinth to disorient and divide us. We must stay together.” Emma nodded, gripping the key tightly. “Let’s move.” The labyrinth was a maze of twisting corridors and dead ends, each turn marked by the eerie hum of energy that grew stronger the deeper they ventured. The walls were lined with ancient carvings, their patterns strange and unsettling, as though they had been etched by an unsteady hand.

Alpha Kyrian concluded his speech and faced the werewolf doctor who in turn was just checking out Sarah who was far gone, beyond the physical. "He leaves right now. And I will give you a picture of what the herb looks like." the werewolf doctor replied as he walked into his store and brought out one of his scientific books with a duplicate of the herb picture showing it to Gabriel who collected it from him to take a look at it diligently. "So this is what it looks like?" Gabriel asked the werewolf doctor who nodded to his word. "But remember Labyrinth is a dangerous place and only a few have gone and returned. Others perished and lived not to tell the story. Be careful of what you touch and

Lilith was right, when the wards came down, everyone in the hunters realm would know of there arrival. The ground shook under our feet as Lilith cut through the last strands of the portal, allowing Lysander and myself to cross over the borders. The sound of glass shattering to the floor, and buildings creaking under the sudden movement beneath them was enough of an alarm, that they would soon be besieged by warriors.

The labyrinth devoured direction, devoured certainty, until I couldn’t tell if we were chasing Ian — or chasing ghosts. Then, sudden and sharp, a cry split the dark. Ian’s voice. Pain, raw and jagged. Madison froze, her face pale in the dim light. We sprinted toward the sound, hearts hammering, the corridors narrowing around us. The echoes twisted, leading us in circles, until at last we burst into a chamber — And found it empty. Only Ian’s notebook lay on the ground, pages torn, diagrams smeared. And scrawled across the concrete wall, in chalk that wasn’t ours: **“Hesitation is the labyrinth.”**

The Labyrinth Entry The entrance gaped like a beast’s throat—twenty metres wide, as tall, a stone arch flayed by floodlights so that deep carvings cast jagged shadows. Labrys marks—double axes—glimmered where water ran down grooves older than empires. Cables snaked along the ground, feeding rows of lamps that pushed the dark only so far. The air tasted of oil, hot metal, and men who worked too long. Stephanos slipped inside, keeping low, a mouse that knew the hawks by name.