Labyrinth Novels & Stories

They entered a vast labyrinth, its walls lined with shimmering darkness that seemed to pulse with a sinister energy. Luna's pack moved cautiously, their senses sharp and their steps measured. The labyrinth was a maze of illusions, each turn leading them deeper into uncertainty. The whispers grew louder, their words twisting and distorting like the labyrinth itself. Shadowy whispers: "Embrace the darkness... Unleash your true power... Abandon your futile quest..." Luna's mind swirled with conflicting thoughts, the doubts planted by the mysterious voice resurfacing. She shook her head, determined to

However, they left something behind on the floor of Mavric’s office. A small laser projector that activated automatically in the dark. It displayed an image of a fetus inside a womb, but with digital codes flowing along its spine. A recorded voice of Julian Thorne sounded, though it sounded younger, perhaps from twenty years ago. "Mavric, if you are hearing this, it means the final battle has begun. Do not trust what you see in the mirror.” The Labyrinth is not out there, but within our own history. Find the man called 'The Minotaur'. He was the one who provided the initial funding for the Thorne Group.

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.

Adeline is howling angrily in my mind at the loss of her mate, but I simply push her to the side and ignore her. As I stand to exit the Labyrinth the walls shift and change in front of my eyes. Creating a straight path to the exit. Grabbing what scraps of fabric I have left of my dress I try to cover myself as much as I can as I slowly walk to the exit. The grinding sound of the metal doors being opened fills the silence of the evening and I walk out of the Labyrinth with my eyes cast to the ground.

No sparkle. Just me. And a wolf inside me that is slowly remembering how to exist. Before we leave, I take Melody’s drops, two under my tongue. Cool. Clean. My senses settle without dimming. “Lanterns,” Tessa whispers as we head down the stairs, practically bouncing. “I bet it’s beautiful.” Briar mutters, “Beautiful traps are still traps.” She’s not wrong. The lantern gardens are… stunning. I hate that they are.

“Oh, that sounds fun. What is life after death? Is there life after death? Or do I just die? Let’s think about that one. Ah, who cares I go where I go.” “You’re going to suffer.” “Talkative today, aren’t we? Well, are you ready to see the lab.” “No.” “Well, what about the rest of you? No? Oh, well here it is anyway.” The ground opened beneath us. We fell down a metal tube the lead us to a room. We all fell on top of each other. I was on top this time. I stood up and looked around. We were in a glass box. Caged like animals. There was no way out that I could see.” “What just happened?” Sarah asked. “Welcome to the lab.”

Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close. As she walked down the bustling hallway, murmurs and whispers followed her. She was used to it. She didn't just blend in. She found her locker and fumbled with the combination, her hands trembling slightly. As she opened it, she caught a glimpse of herself in the small mirror inside. Her long, curly silver hair cascaded down her back like molten moonlight, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. It was the kind of hair that defied explanation, the kind that drew eyes and sparked curiosity exactly what she didn't need.

As they stepped into the cool, damp air of the night, the rain had transformed into a light drizzle, misting the surroundings in a haze. The world outside felt lush and alive, yet ominous with an undercurrent of uncertainty. George led the way, Elora and Maya close behind, each step bringing them closer to a sanctuary that felt both like a refuge and a line crossed. "Stay close," George advised, casting a watchful glance over his shoulder. "We don't know who might be watching."

Her eyes travel further afield, to the heart of the forest, where a nimbus of brilliant silver blooms in the shadows. She smiles as the cold wind tugs on her hair, and she sends a tune out along the breeze, towards the silvery light. The oldest song she can remember. A lullaby. Soon, she’ll be free. She’ll destroy it. Music made magic, the chain unbroken for a thousand years. All the players are assembled. The hour is late. The first move is hers. Let the game begin. Author’s Note Hi! I’m Saskia Snow, the author of Fable. The saga continues with Book Two, Lullaby.

It is normal to be abnormal for once in my life. The map is dancing as Libby seems to sing it, a song in a language that I do not understand. I guess that is one thing I will need to learn. The map spins and becomes brighter. The gold writing on the map dance off the map and into the air surrounding us. It is beautiful to watch but also a little scary.