Labyrinth Oubliette Novels & Stories

Voss’s words returned, unbidden, whispering in Ellie’s memory: “The Labyrinth isn’t just stone. It’s sentient. It watches. It judges.” And she felt it now. The walls pulsed faintly, veins of golden light running beneath marble like the glow of buried embers. Sigils shifted when she wasn’t looking, lines rearranging themselves into new patterns that bled away when she blinked. The air itself bent strangely — one moment thick as honey, the next light as mist. She stumbled, realizing the straight corridor she’d been walking now curled into an impossible spiral. Gravity lurched. Her stomach flipped.

The lump in my throat became painful as the tears fought their way down my face. Switching on a light, I gasped as the room lit up. It looked more like an old hospital room, a table decorated with all sorts of tools as the main attraction. Turning to my left I saw other weapons that looked as though they would really hurt if used on you. A second metal door lay to our right, three deadbolts attached to it. Whipping a key out, he sinisterly bent down to whisper in my ear. "Welcome to the basement Embry"

I kept walking, and his eyes followed me until I turned the corner and disappeared from his sight. Sometimes on my supervised walks, I intentionally made myself trip on some uneven parts and corners of the castle I walked by, just to see if he was still watching. And each time, I caught a glimpse of him trying to catch my fall, even from a distance. There was one time near the great staircase, where the stone floor dipped in a place no one ever fixed. I let my foot catch on the edge, just enough to make me stumble forward, and just enough to see what he would do. I did not fall. But before I could catch myself, I saw him step out of the shadows. His hand was reaching for me, his fingers outs

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“So this game, they said it’s a magical labyrinth, and whoever makes it out first wins. You form a team of two, place your hand on this crystal ball, and it teleports you to a starter spot. Do you want to be on my team?” Ah, I’m well aware of the game Amber is talking about, and honestly, I don’t want to participate in it. I’ve watched too many movies with labyrinths to be excited: Harry Potter, The Cat Returns by Studio Ghibli, Maze Runner, Pan’s Labyrinth, and I believe there even was a creepy Labyrinth in that series Locke & Key. And in all of those mentioned, something bad happened in the labyrinth. But when Amber pouts at me with this incredibly cute face, I realize I don’t have it in m

“That is news to me. We need to bring her in on this.” We quickly got dressed but as I reached for my bag something caught my eye. A tiny black lens glinted from inside the air vent near the ceiling. “John look,” I whispered pointing. “There is a camera in here.” He pulled a chair over and yanked the vent cover off. Sure enough a small wireless camera was hidden inside still recording. He crushed it in his hand his jaw tight. “These bastards are everywhere,” he muttered. We left the gym and headed upstairs to his penthouse. His assistant Lena was waiting in the living room with some documents.

James pursed his lips together before saying, “There’s indeed a labyrinth marked out on the floor plan, but it doesn’t show the passages within it.” James folded open the floor plan and pored over it. The labyrinth was huge and was composed of a multitude of stone chambers. Inside the labyrinth, there were intricate passages that passed through these stone chambers. Unfortunately, the floor plan merely marks the labyrinth’s location on the map and did not specify the way to get through it. James looked at Tapio and asked, “Do you remember how long we’ve been walking in the mausoleum?” Tapio gently shook his head and said, “No, I only realized we entered the labyrinth after passing by a few s

"Jack is up there fighting a god. The least I can do is turn off the lights for him." They were in the sub-basement levels, labeled in the schematics simply as The Oubliette. According to the stolen data, this was where the power grid originated. But as they walked, the hum of machinery was replaced by a low, rhythmic thrumming sound. Thump... thump... thump. It vibrated through the soles of Robert’s boots. It wasn't the mechanical whir of a turbine. It was a heartbeat.

They are almost in the center of labyrinth while the other team are struggling fighting the danger beasts they are facing because they have no teamwork. “Those danger beasts are just illusions. I also put middle-ranking demons in the labyrinth. I get the idea from the concept of my late mother’s writing simulation magic. I can also create those kind of illusions using Mind Magic. That’s why that labyrinth is named the Labyrinth of Phantasm because it’s full of illusions that become true to the eyes and mind of the targets. Archmaster Leonard was the one who helped me in adapting my mother’s spell and developing it furthermore,” Lotus revealed to us, making us bewildered. We almost fall for t