Labyrinth Oubliette Novels & Stories

The air felt cold, too cold. There were so many dark corners. “It’s… like a maze,” I murmured, still trying to figure out where the hell we were. “I don’t think this is a maze, Nicholai. I think we are in the Labyrinth.” “What?” “Yeah,” she said, scanning the entire place. “The Labyrinth of Madness. It’s… a prison for lost souls. It feeds on fear, confusion… desire and despair.” A cold shiver ran through me. “Lost souls?” I asked, confused. “Wait—you mean we’re in a place for already dead people?”

The counting started to stop and at once the dimension they were in changed. Level four. The Labyrinth. "Labyrinth ... I hate it the most," said Claire. "Neither do I," said Leon. Now before them lay a green garden which was clearly a large labyrinth. Choose your character! Now the digital screen appeared before each of them. In front of Claire the digital screen appeared several goddess characters. Recommendations: Aphrodite. "Do not choose her!" exclaimed Leon when he saw that Claire was about to choose Aphrodite. "Why?" asked Claire. “The recommendations are misleading. This is a labyrinth and we need Athena's wisdom. Stay Athena," said Leon.

The Labyrinth came alive with lovers. The ever-shifting pathways filled with the sounds of raw passion wet flesh slapping, muffled moans, cries of release bouncing off glowing walls. Vespera was claimed again and again as the maze guided new configurations. Draven and Lorien double-penetrated her relentlessly while Sable rode her face. Later, Rook found her in a dead-end alcove, bending her over and railing her with brutal, possessive strokes while Draven fed her his cock.

"Labyrinth find another way to the tunnel we came in at. We may not be able to go through the converted ballroom when we leave." Labyrinth returns within twenty minutes with an alternate escape route. The hallways make a square that circles the government's main room, now the ballroom. If we head the opposite direction from where we entered, we'll find stairs that lead above ground. Each hallway has a separate exit to another military camp. Labyrinth doesn't know where the fourth set of stairs leads. We won't worry about it this trip. An hour after we get comfortable, people enter. The shuffling of tables and chairs commences and we stay on high alert, while Alden guards the door. This group

Taking shape. "Something's coming," he said. Eliana followed his gaze. The blackness was thickening, forming walls, floor, ceiling. But this wasn't the collapsing house from before. The architecture here was wrong—twisted corridors that bent upward like staircases spiraling into nowhere, doors embedded in ceilings, windows looking out onto more windows. And everywhere, mirrors. Dozens of them. Hundreds. Reflecting nothing. "This is new," the boy whispered. Her guide's jaw tightened. "The Labyrinth of Selves. The second trial."

An old frail woman with milky eyes that seemed to see everything and nothing at once. "Candidates," King Theron's voice rang out across the courtyard. "You have proven your strength in combat. Now you will prove something far more difficult… the strength of your character, the leadership trial.." He gestured to the labyrinth behind him. "The Labyrinth of Mirrors is an ancient construction, built by the first Lycan seers. It is not merely a physical maze, but a magical one. As you navigate its halls, it will show you truths about yourself. Memories. Fears. The parts of yourself you hide even from your own consciousness."