Labyrinths Novels & Stories

Suddenly Arthur called her, "Come here, I have something to show you." There was a cellar at the backyard. It was closed. Whenever Myra asked about that her mother told her that it was for avoiding tornadoes. They could easily save themselves by entering in it during natural calamity. But they never faced a tornado to go down in that cellar. Never in her life had she gone down under. Arthur lifted the lid and told her to go down after him. As they reached down there was a metal door with a combination of lock. Arthur cursed seeing the lock and dialled the number of his father. After asking him the combination of number he typed those number. And bingo, the door got opened with a cracking sou

InterCity The blue team cleaned up all the city's and started to work on the roads. They made a stone road and signs on the road. For every city, five the turn in into the farm life Blue team, to help fresh plant vegetables. The other towns were made into residents for everyone. Meanwhile, underground in the tunnels, they build entrance ways into every city. The workers made the tunnels big enough to fit some horse down there. Each tunnel was connected to a different City. There also underground bunker and commotion systems connect to every city. Zeze,Ella,and Lily

Her lips trembled as she tried to hold herself together. “We should go.” Lysander spoke up behind me. This seemed to break Lilith from her own thoughts as her head whipped over to us once more. “Yes,” she said, hastily wiping her wet cheeks, “but first we should locate where the portal to the hunters realm is. To do that I need to scry.” With that, she turned and walked back towards her cottage, with a wave of a arm and a gesture to follow her, she found ourselves able to pass over her wards easily and walk towards my childhood home.

I touch all over the walls, try removing the floorboard piece, everything, but can't find one ounce of a secret compartment. The elevator dings and when I look at the down and up arrows, I see the down arrow lit up. Someone is getting on the elevator from downstairs. I look frantically and hope I can locate what I need soon. I'm not sure how much longer I can last in here. Lower and lower the elevator falls and that's when it hits me. I look up and see mirrors upon mirrors. My reflection looks that of fear. "Look at yourself when you feel like you can't go on anymore Belle. Find the bravery within."

Up above the skies, birds were seen flapping their wings as they flew away to unknown destinations. A great rock girdled by alpines towered above the rugged hills below it. The inhabitants of that region had noticed its uniqueness in those ancient days and had named it Lala – meaning ‘great rock’. It remained the most towering natural feature when approaching the kingdom of Muzagah. The rock had caves and cavernous routes where one could run to for safety in the event of war or calamities. At night, it was told that some pernicious beasts wandered inside, ferreting for humans to rip to pieces. Tales of this sort scared people away from the rock. Though sometimes, men of strong spiritual infl

Hades naming Proserpina after Persephone was a move meant to pacify his wife since he's bringing his kid to their home. I don't think I had the time to explain it more in the story but the tattoo that Alastor mentioned "peeking on the back of Proserpina's neck" is actually a swirling petal of a black spider lily that reaches down to her spine. It turns red whenever she fails a mission or misses a kill. The book cover is what I imaged it looks like.

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."

But for the first time, I saw the slight tremor in his hand as he closed his laptop. ​He wasn't protecting his Legacy. He was terrified of it.

The labyrinth had adapted, and the real test, the one that would define them, was only beginning. The air thickened, heavy with anticipation, as they stepped into the widened chamber. Crimson veins pulsed along the walls, glowing brighter, like the heartbeat of the labyrinth itself. Every step echoed against the stone, bouncing back distorted, making it impossible to distinguish reality from illusion. Aria’s glow lit the way, but even its radiance seemed fragile against the oppressive weight pressing down from above.

“The draft, you mean?” “No,” Kael said, eyes narrowing. “It wasn’t air.” Liora shivered. “Don’t start this again. It’s just your nerves.” But even as she spoke, her own breath trembled. The floor beneath her boots gave a tiny, almost imperceptible ripple, like walking across the skin of a drum. They pressed on. The deeper they went, the more the labyrinth seemed to turn in on itself. Arched passages twisted into perfect circles. They passed the same statue three times — a hooded woman holding a mirror, her face half-broken, the same fracture tracing her cheek no matter the angle.