Labyrinth Owl Novels & Stories

Blood-streaked tendrils of hair laid on the top of its gray skull. I stared in horror, my mouth parting at the sight of what stood in front of me. And I thought what I saw at the grey building couldn't get any worst. This was unnerving. It resembled a wolven. A dead wolven that had been woken from death. Somehow, that was worse than seeing something that was half horse. “Don't move Oliver.” I heard Arias say again. My entire being went still, the hair right in front of my face, the only thing moving.

JONEA Owen stepped forward, his body morphing into a massive, intimidating lycan form. “I’ll try to hold them off. You guys figure out how to break their spell.” Without waiting for a reply, Owen lunged at the first beast, determined to stop it before it could cause more destruction. Meanwhile, Arabel and Miller began chanting spells, attempting to trace the dark magic controlling the dragonlings.

This was more than a piece of jewelry; it was a relic, a key to a past deeply tied to Violet's enigmatic bloodline. The weight of discovery was momentarily forgotten when a sudden, piercing cry from outside shattered the cabin's fragile cocoon of silence. An owl, its large, round eyes gleaming with an almost unnatural luminance, perched momentarily on the windowsill, its cry echoing the urgency of a warning, a call to action. Just as quickly as it appeared, it took flight, its wings casting ghostly shadows upon the moonlit ground, leaving a chill in its wake.

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.

Without waiting for Hela, I run after them, grabbing a dagger from my pant pocket as I go. It’s pitch black inside but my eyes start adjusting the deeper we go and the sounds of battle lets me know we’ve arrived. “That’s… massive.” I whisper, looking at the creature that has taken over the cave depths. It is easily the size of a house, built like an octopus but with more tentacles and it clambers over the walls with agility despite its size, much like a spider would. Capping it all is the large head with owl eyes- intelligent eyes- and the wide red lips that shriek as it counters Lucian and the others’ attacks.

Her grey eyes were wide and fascinated, tracking my every movement like I was the most interesting thing she had ever seen. "I still can't believe you're real," she said suddenly, her voice filled with wonder. "I mean, I know you're real. You're right there. But I can't believe you're real." I blinked at her, unsure how to respond. "She's fascinated by you," Kealen said through our link. "She's never seen a colorful owl like you before." "I'm the prettiest Owl. Of course she's never seen anything like me." "Don't let it go to your head."

Unknowingly my hand rubbed the head of the statue that had been destroyed in half. An unexpected event happened. Suddenly the owl's eyes emitted light blue color. A small vortex of wind was created around the altar and then enveloped the statue in a short time. Slowly but surely, the stone statue reconstructed itself, starting from the wings, body, and head. In the next blink of an eye, the owl statue in front of me returned intact. Something was slightly different. Initially, this statue folded its wings. Now, he opened all his broad and dashing wings.

The array labyrinth is a tour puzzle made of wall-trees in the form of a complex branching passage through which the participants must find the right route. It is divided into several small mazes by tree walls of different heights. The map showed that the labyrinth was circular; consisting of complex, changeable plants and movable partition walls. In fact, the linear distance from the entrance to the center point was about ten meters. Nevertheless, the maze was usually simple to enter but difficult to exit. A careless move may well trigger a wrong step caused walking into a dead end. But if you get hang of the access into and out, there was always light at the end of the tunnel. It seemed t