Labyrinths 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.

Every choice, irreversible. And then, as the figure stepped closer, a whisper drifted through the room, carried by the flickering light: “The true labyrinth begins when the shadows themselves turn against you.” Anna’s chest tightened. She looked at V, eyes wide, and understood the truth with bone-deep certainty: the labyrinth wasn’t just a place. It was alive, and now it had them. The mirrors trembled. The shadows coalesced. The floor markings pulsed violently. And from the deepest corner of the chamber, a faint, mocking laugh echoed—the first sound of a threat that would test everything she thought she knew.

They would need explosives. With the supplies secured, I hit the road again, heading for Lascora, a place I had found online that seemed perfect for a funeral. Anxiety gnawed at me during the drive. Sight unseen, how could I truly be sure? However, as Lascora came into view, relief washed over me. It was ideal. The land stretched for miles, barren except for a few homes to the west. The ground was a blanket of yellow sand, devoid of vegetation, a natural barrier against the threat of wildfires.

Like he was seeing something both miraculous and deeply, deeply dangerous. “You did that,” he said quietly. “Feels more like it did me,” I said, my laugh frayed. “But yeah. That one’s not in the brochure.” He took a step toward me, then checked himself, as if afraid of interrupting whatever tenuous connection I’d established. “You’re breaking its level,” he said. “The Labyrinth was never meant to… exit sideways.” “Good,” I said. The central mirror flickered, the cracked image of us scrambling to reform.

The air felt cold, too cold. There were so many dark corners. “It’s… like a maze,” I murmured, still trying to figure out where the hell we were. “I don’t think this is a maze, Nicholai. I think we are in the Labyrinth.” “What?” “Yeah,” she said, scanning the entire place. “The Labyrinth of Madness. It’s… a prison for lost souls. It feeds on fear, confusion… desire and despair.” A cold shiver ran through me. “Lost souls?” I asked, confused. “Wait—you mean we’re in a place for already dead people?”

They asked me to follow them and turned to leave without giving anymore details. I paused for a second to think about it, but my instincts betrayed me. I followed behind them and walked into larger room, six times my size of room. A large portrait of the Alpha and a man and a woman behind him hung up in the wall. It grabbed my attention the moment I walked in. Everything about the room looked sophisticated. Obsidian carvings, an artwork that added life to the room, the floor was marbled, but somehow I could see my reflection almost clearly. The furnitures in the room and the private balcony stashed with vintage wines.

Ian’s lips curled into something almost triumphant. “Finally,” he whispered. --- The labyrinth was no metaphor. It sprawled across the underbelly of the city, in the skeletal remains of a half-finished subway system abandoned decades ago. Concrete corridors stretched in half-complete arcs, some sealed, others collapsing into rubble, all stitched together by Ian’s fevered planning. He had mapped every dead end, every echo, every line of sight. He planted mirrors to fracture visibility, hung sheets of black fabric to bend perspective, scattered broken glass across the floor to catch faint glimmers of light.

I shook my head. “No.” Confusion flickered briefly across his expression. “They are exactly where I want them.” The labyrinth was not designed to stop intruders immediately. It was designed to exhaust them. Every corridor twisted back upon itself. Every path forced travelers to make choices without understanding the consequences. Time stretched strangely within those walls, and even the strongest minds eventually began to falter beneath the endless repetition of stone corridors and impossible turns. By the time Ronan reached the inner gates—if he reached them at all—his army would be smaller, weaker, and far easier to destroy.

Amethyst said “How?” Lena asked quickly “We haven’t gone down any steps, I don’t understand” “This is a labyrinth house, built for lifetime imprisonment... Darius isn’t as stupid as I thought.. But don’t worry, we’re going the right way... Two more bends and a door and we will be back to the surface, far away from the compound” Lena didn’t bother questioning Amethyst further, her wolf seemed to enjoy her secrets recently. Ten minutes later, as Amethyst had said, they came across a pair of heavy and formidable looking steel doors.

Tapi’s Furys are known to exist only in the Labyrinth of Shadows―a dreaded dwelling created by the legendary sorcerer, Tapi, to shield Kings of the Realm from the talons of Firnes. It has endless pillars—of roughly stacked stones—spread out in rows through the Labyrinth, all leaving four paces between each other. The pillars’ tops reach the sky where they disappear in black clouds of rumbling mess, while their bases are rocks shaped like vines, stretching out as roots on the dry, rough ground. One distinctive feature of the Labyrinth is its colorless nature. Diverse smell is not a leisure either. One could wear whatever scent they liked. As strong as it may be, it all ends in a blast of roas