Labyrinth Owl Novels & Stories

I ask. Me and Liam are total opposites. Mainly because he looks like someone from the Arctic race, blonde haired, blue eyes and pale skin, whereas I'm warm, brunet, with brown eyes. If I am to be honest I should be the one calling him Icy, not the other way around.

The Labyrinth Entry The entrance gaped like a beast’s throat—twenty metres wide, as tall, a stone arch flayed by floodlights so that deep carvings cast jagged shadows. Labrys marks—double axes—glimmered where water ran down grooves older than empires. Cables snaked along the ground, feeding rows of lamps that pushed the dark only so far. The air tasted of oil, hot metal, and men who worked too long. Stephanos slipped inside, keeping low, a mouse that knew the hawks by name.

It was the heart of the labyrinth, holding secrets that could change the course of their quest and redefine their understanding of the amulet's true power. The heart of the labyrinth emanated a pulsating, ethereal light, casting intricate shadows that danced upon the ancient stone walls. At its center stood a pedestal, similar to the one they had encountered earlier, but this one bore multiple imprints, suggesting a place for each member to offer a piece of themselves. Lysandra, her voice filled with awe, whispered, "This... this isn't just a way out. It's a nexus, a focal point of the labyrinth's energy."

However, looking at the earnest expression of a kind-hearted man of God, he hastily drew a general map to tell Zen the safest path. “The labyrinth is very dark,” he informed Zen. “You could use magic to light the place, but many other monsters would be drawn to the light even if you follow this path. This is where the labyrinth watcher resides within the labyrinth. If you visit him first and ask for the special lamp he uses, the monsters will not be lured to your group.” Eyes bulging in disbelief at how easily Zen had gotten a map and new useful information they did not know previously, she gaped.

She said his name, her voice breaking sadly. “I just can’t be that mate…” He sighed. “I am so sorry, Kelly.” He proceeded to stand on his feet. Placing his hands in his pockets, he continued, “The Oracle is tomorrow night. You just turned eighteen last week; you’re still young. It’s a great place to find someone.” The Oracle was a ceremony that happened once a year. It was for werewolves to find a mate, but you had to be eighteen and above to attend. Everyone in the pack that could attend always did. Even the alpha of the pack and his Luna.

We've been busy lately, and all we can manage are short, stolen moments like this. A slight squeak of the door that we didn't shut all the way warns us we aren't alone. It's Labyrinth, one of King's guard. His eyes make you look twice-one blue, one green. He's also a huge goliath of a man and when you add in beautiful eyes, it's an odd combination. His square jaw, full lips, and lethal persona are common among the Shadow Warriors. Labyrinth, as one of King's guards, is deadly. Though, right now, he just looks sheepish.

The static snarls, *wrong, wrong, wrong*. “You’re not real,” I say. Renn tilts his head. ***Aren’t I?*** The ground splits, swallowing us whole. --- **The Labyrinth** We land in a maze of mirrors, each reflection a prison for a stolen soul. Veyra claws at the glass, her blood smearing Renn’s smirking face. “He’s gone,” I snap, yanking her back. “That thing is a *mimic*.” “Then why does it hurt?” she rasps.

" Ochracea cut the story, an Ocher-bellied Bobook. It was perching on a pink bedside table next to a child's bed to the right. "Who?" little Arabelle inquired, her eyes wide with wonder. The owl tilted its head looking at the lovely youngster, who had white wavy long hair, compassionate hazelnut-colored eyes, and its skin hue, which resembled the purest snow. "If you lie down and close your eyes, you'll know," Ochrachea suggested. "Is this correct?" the girl asks as she lies down with her eyes closed.

Who would see a damn bird that has glowing eyes? Arth furrowed his brows in wonder. It was no regular owl, he knew. He could sense some magical energy on the bird—it was being controlled. Why the hell would someone spy and peek at him sleeping? Unless… Arth swallowed the lump on his throat, as the wide, glowing eyes of the owl stared at him. Chills ran down through his body. He slowly picked up his Blackwinter beside him at the bed and stood up. A sudden…but faint sound occurred from the other room; a grunt of a guy… then a body dropping on the carpeted floor.

Shadows danced along the walls, concealing hidden obstacles and deep pitfalls. "You must trust your instincts and the connection to the moon within you," High Elder Selene advised. "Let its light guide your path Emma." Taking a deep breath, Emma stepped into the labyrinth. The air was thick with an otherworldly stillness, broken only by the sound of her own footsteps. The darkness seemed to press hard against her, testing her resolve. As she ventured deeper into the labyrinth, her senses heightened. She listened intently, relying on her keen hearing to detect the subtle shifts in the environment. With each twist and turn, she felt the presence of the Moonrise Legacy growing stronger within h