Labyrinth Owl Novels & Stories

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.

“A female from the pack will be placed in the center of the 'Labyrinth of Shadows' which is a small, magically darkened area of the courtyard. She will be suspended in a cage of vines that slowly lowers toward a pool of ice water. The only way to stop the vines and free her is for two Alphas to work in perfect synchronization.” He pointed at Raven. “Since our Kings are the stars of the show, Raven will be the one in the cage. Each King will be placed on opposite sides of the labyrinth. They will be blindfolded. They have to navigate the maze and reach two separate levers at the exact same time. If one pulls before the other, the cage drops faster. They can only succeed if they work together

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.

I stopped talking. “The Labyrinth is designed to break the mind. Maybe what’s happening to you could be a disadvantage against it.” I shrugged. “Highly doubt that, Tara.” Silence settled between us again, but I knew Tara’s eyes were on me half the time. And then—from the cracks of the Labyrinth walls—it came. A massive hulking bull… or something that was once a bull. It charged towards us. I’d never seen anything like this before. It was massively huge. Its body had horns coming out from everywhere, and it looked hungry.

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.

Chapter 17: Echoes in the Labyrinth The cavern entrance seemed to shrink behind them as Evie and Liam followed the hulking guardian deeper into the labyrinth. The blue light emanating from the Wellspring faded, replaced by the familiar bioluminescent glow of the fungi clinging to the cavern walls. A sense of unease settled in Evie's stomach. They were venturing further into the heart of Aethel than anyone had ever dared before, relying on a creature whose loyalties remained a mystery.

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.

As she spoke the moons words. “Yes,” She spoke slowly. Her heart dropped as the newest chosen floated within her mind, her beast growling in displeasure at the prospect while her mind whirled in sympathy. Another life the Goddess would overrule. “A Conduit?” Leonidas questioned further. “A re-birth.” Leonidas stilled and her hand clenched his as their connection continued. A re-birth was never heard of in their lifetime, a divine gift the Goddess bestowed upon her greatest wolves, a curse for they were that it was bestowed upon.

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.