Labyrinth Oubliette Novels & Stories

I left Ada standing in a cloud of exhaust and red Abeokuta dust, her tears still cascading and her face twisting into something no longer human. MARY’S POV The Textile lab was moody filled with jewelled trimmings, white lace, tulle and various sizes of mannequins. I was snipping away hurriedly with my scissors, with a tape measure draped over my neck. I felt the presence of the Shadow, I continued with the scissors. "He chose her," the Shadow said gently. "He would really go lengths for her." The Shadow's shrill voice cracked and she cackled; her cackling would give shills to anyone. I was scared but I didn't show it.

I’ll never disappoint my parents like that again and will try to make less trouble for myself and for others. I stepped outside and watched everyone do their works. Mom and Lena are still busy entertaining the guests which now have reached forty in numbers. One of them is our island’s elder, Nana Alona who is also a half-fairy like me. She also has long pointed ears but she doesn’t have a wings like a real fairy and so is me. She suddenly met my gaze that made my heart beat fast. She smiled to ease the awkward silence between us.

The hair goes up on my arms and neck and you can feel the malevolence in the room, taste it on your tongue. I look back at Maeve and I see that her eyes are open, but they are opaque, unseeing, and light is shining out of them. As I watch, the light in her eyes travels down her face, to her neck and shoulders, then down her arms into Xander’s shoulder. The nasty bubbling goo on his shoulder begins to seep out of him onto the blanket beneath. Immediately, it’s like the blanket grabs onto the goo, fighting with it until it sucks it into the threads of the blanket.

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.

Each hurdle they overcame solidified their unity, and their unyielding determination to conquer the labyrinth together never wavered. The deeper they delved, the more apparent it became that the labyrinth held a greater purpose. Its ancient walls whispered tales of forgotten wisdom and hidden truths, its mysteries intertwining with their own journey. Leori and Adonis, ever vigilant, absorbed the knowledge that the labyrinth had to offer, recognizing the significance of the lessons embedded within its depths. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of trials and tribulations, they reached the heart of the labyrinth. The chamber glowed with an ethereal light, emanating a sense of tranquility

Morgan and Alice held their breath, watching the monitor as if their lives depended on the game on screen. The Labyrinth Suddenly, the alarm blared. Marcel had successfully breached a side door, using an unexpected route. Alice gasped, her eyes wide. ‘He… he’s inside!’ Morgan exclaimed. Morgan remained calm, but his gaze was sharp on the screen. ‘I predicted this. Team, activate the barriers and isolate the area. We’ll shepherd him into the trap we’ve prepared.’ In seconds, the building’s corridors transformed into a digital and physical maze: automatic doors slammed shut, spotlights glared, and all emergency exits were monitored. Marcel smirked, realising someone was waiting for him, but he

She had heard of the Labyrinth—a place whispered about among students, said to bend reality, feed on fear, and test even the strongest of those who walked its halls. Lucien’s hand brushed hers briefly. “Remember, Evelyn. Fear is your enemy, but so is hesitation.” Elias’s gaze met hers, steady and grounding. “You’re stronger than you think. Trust yourself.” With that, the council elder raised his hand, and the floor beneath Evelyn’s feet dissolved into a black mist. She felt herself falling, though her body didn’t move, and then landed softly on cold stone. The Labyrinth. It was dark. Shadows twisted into shapes she didn’t recognize. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears as she stepped forward,