Labyrinth Owl Novels & Stories

ARC 20 : Labyrinth's Eternal Claim TRIGGER WARNING: This is explicit adult erotic fiction (18+ only) featuring monster romance with a mythical Minotaur. Contains intense size difference/kink, massive cock/belly bulging, stretching, fear-to-pleasure tra restraint and more. Reader discretion strongly advised ----- My fingers clung onto the moss-slick stone wall. As hauled myself up another ledge. The ancient entrance to the Labyrinth of Thalor . But I’d already slipped past the rusted iron gates hours ago.

~ELARA’S POV~ The air inside the Labyrinth of Mirrors was ice cold. It didn’t smell like the arena anymore. The scent had changed. Now it smelled like wet dirt and old graves that had been forgotten for years. I stood in the middle of the maze. My hand shook as I slowly reached toward the silver crown resting on the pedestal. This was the moment. One touch. That was all it would take. Then I would become the Luna of the Dual Throne. The woman who saved her people.

“But strength of spirit is not enough to lead a pack. A leader must also be strong in body, unshaken in battle, and relentless in hardship.” He gestured toward the dense forest beyond the Tribunal. “For this trial, you will enter the Moon’s Labyrinth.” A murmur rippled through the crowd. Even those who doubted me looked wary at the mention of it. “The labyrinth is an ancient ground,” Elder Vaughn continued. “It will strip you of your senses, leaving you only with your instincts. You must make it through by sunrise tomorrow. No food. No weapons. No help.” I took a deep breath, rolling my shoulders. I could do this.

The soft drip-drip-drip of water somewhere deeper in the cave, the rustle of ants working on their home, the flap of a moth’s wings, a small animal trapped deep in the caves, trying to find its way out of the darkness, hitting the side of the mountain with a thunderous doof-doof every few seconds. In the distance, far away, an owl hoots. The sound is so clear that I can picture the owl's every move as vividly as if I'm watching a movie. Mesmerised, I listen as the bird swoops down, and then the sudden squeak of a mouse as the owl wraps it’s talons around the little rodent and tears into it. “Wow,” is the only word I can manage. “It’s overwhelming at first,” Aldric says. “It takes some time t

The labyrinth wasn’t just a maze anymore; it was a living, breathing weapon, designed to test us to the very edge. Caelum’s free hand shot out, grabbing a protruding pipe. He swung us both toward a platform jutting from the side wall. I clung to him, my nails digging into his forearm, my mind screaming with fear and adrenaline. We landed hard, rolling to absorb the impact. Sparks flew, metal groaning around us, but we were alive. For now. Breathless, I looked at him. “We… we made it.” Caelum didn’t relax. His eyes were locked on the shadows below. “Not yet. That was only the first drop. The labyrinth isn’t done with us. It’s adapting, learning… waiting for our next mistake.”

Everyone agreed. King Ortiz didn't waste a second. He stood, went to his private shelf, opened a carved wooden cage, and lifted out the little owl-tiny, white-furred, its eyes like glowing pearls. The room fell still. He whispered into its feathers. The owl blinked once... stretched its wings... and hopped to the center of the table. Every gaze followed it. Its eyes gleamed. The air shifted. Magic hummed. The little owl hopped twice across the table, claws clicking softly on the polished stone.

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,

“The draft, you mean?” “No,” Kael said, eyes narrowing. “It wasn’t air.” Liora shivered. “Don’t start this again. It’s just your nerves.” But even as she spoke, her own breath trembled. The floor beneath her boots gave a tiny, almost imperceptible ripple, like walking across the skin of a drum. They pressed on. The deeper they went, the more the labyrinth seemed to turn in on itself. Arched passages twisted into perfect circles. They passed the same statue three times — a hooded woman holding a mirror, her face half-broken, the same fracture tracing her cheek no matter the angle.

Gabriel asked. "Don't you know anyone that own a zoo, if you don't then we waltz in there and steal their owl" Minx said casually. "Actually I know someone and he owes me a favor," Oliver said and he left the room to get the owls. "I'll need silver chains, pure silver, and a silver sword too," Jordan said referring directly to Gabriel. "What do you need a sword for?" Gabriel asked concerned. "To kill any demon that attempts to walk through the portal," Jordan said firmly.

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