Labyrinth Owl Novels & Stories

I didn’t want to do the same to my friends. We continued down the labyrinth in silence for a moment, the only sound around us the echo of our boots and an occasional tap of water drops in the distance. After a while, Ragnar broke the silence. “Do we have an exact map of going through the labyrinth? Or are we just wandering aimlessly, looking for clues.” Lloyd froze in his tracks and we all mirrored his movement. Slowly, he turned. “The labyrinth is divided into two ways from here.” He looked from one face to the other, stopping at mine. “The left wing leads to the wood boundaries of the pack. The other side on the other hand, lead towards the catacombs, and is surrounded by dead traps.”

An old frail woman with milky eyes that seemed to see everything and nothing at once. "Candidates," King Theron's voice rang out across the courtyard. "You have proven your strength in combat. Now you will prove something far more difficult… the strength of your character, the leadership trial.." He gestured to the labyrinth behind him. "The Labyrinth of Mirrors is an ancient construction, built by the first Lycan seers. It is not merely a physical maze, but a magical one. As you navigate its halls, it will show you truths about yourself. Memories. Fears. The parts of yourself you hide even from your own consciousness."

Elara's POV I didn’t expect the room to be this quiet. The torches on the wall burned low, casting eerie shadows across the stone floor. Each step Dorian took echoed off the cold walls, bouncing back at me like a threat. My wrists burned from the cuffs, still raw from earlier struggles. My breath hitched as we entered the chamber. There it was. The Owlshard sat on a raised pedestal, glimmering faintly like it breathed in its own way. That thing—so old, and powerful—it almost didn’t look real.

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.

said Cameron with a scowl. “When I identified the sapphire dragon as the one who’d kidnapped you, they immediately knew it was Glynis,” said Lianne from beside her in a whispered tone. “Apparently, she is one of the few females in the clan who can shift, and none of the others are blue. She didn’t count on having a witness remain, I guess, or perhaps she was so arrogant it never occurred to her. When Cameron learned of her part in the treachery, he seemed hell-bent on ripping her apart as well, but sanity prevailed, and he banished her instead. He dropped her into English territory,” said Lianne as she sipped from her goblet.