Labyrinth Novelization Novels & Stories

"The bindings cannot hold much longer. Every moment we delay brings the abyss closer to swallowing all." My face was a raw, screaming agony. Every jarring step sent fresh fire lancing through the wound Lillian had so precisely inflicted. I could feel the rough texture of torn flesh, the stark outline of cheekbone beneath. My left eye was a swollen, painful ruin. But I kept moving, one foot dragging in front of the other, pulled by the Whisper's desperate call and the memory of my real mother's fading warmth. The narrow path finally opened into a vast, echoing cavern that seemed to swallow sound itself.

The world snapped back into place and the door creaked open. “This is way doll.” Lance smiled at her as he led her down another long hallway. This was again a different way but what he didn't realize was Nora was memorizing everything. She knew the hallway before the wall was off white and plain. While this hallway had stainless steel baseboards. She would find her way back to the lab one way or another. She would find her way back and destroy everything. After the lab and the Lobo’s were gone. She would deal with Lance. She wished she could talk to Jace. She wished she could tell him everything.

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 creature retreated, disappearing again into the fog. When the fog finally dissipated completely, I was alone in the labyrinth. The mysterious figure had vanished, leaving behind a lingering sense of fear and overcome nervousness; I wasn't sure what that was. My steps hesitated, but I took a deep breath, focusing on my true strength. The whisper intensified, but I faced it with determination. I moved forward, rejecting the distorted images. Upon reaching the end of the labyrinth, the blindfold was removed. The chief of the guard was there, observing me closely. I was panting, but my gaze was steady.