Labyrinthus 2014 Novels & Stories

He might have gone mad out of fear or the sight of seeing his mum in the group. Cage pushed the door open and entered inside. "You're not supposed to go in," the only lady in their midst finally said to Lara. "Why?" "You're a wolf. He is a mad Lycan. You could get yourself killed," she told her. "Thank you but I can manage." She said before entering inside. Cage held her hand and his eyes glowed. The place was pitch dark. He was using his beast's eyes to look around the room. Lara also had to use her wolf's eyes. They walked in carefully. The seat where the boy was tied was broken and the boy was nowhere to be found.

> “Corridor ahead is hot. Mother’s funhouse is fully operational. Every step forward could trigger death. I’ll mark traps, but you move at your own risk.” Lys took a steadying breath. She moved forward, leading the way through the fractured hall, the flickering lights reflecting off exposed conduits and the scorched walls. The corridor was littered with debris, the result of the earlier skirmish with drones and collapsing structures. > “Watch patterns,” she called over her shoulder, tone clipped. “Left-hand vents flash on a half-second delay. Turrets reset every 3.2 seconds. Avoid the pressure plates in the center tiles—she wired them to fail if stepped on in sequence.”

Alec walked into the weapons room and saw Lilith there looking for something. She looked very confused so he decided to help her. “Hi.” He said, and Lilith turned around in an instant. “Fuck, Alec, you scared the shit out of me.” Lilith said with her hand on her heart. Alec came closer and stood beside her as she stared at the knife wall. “Sorry, what are you looking for?” Alec asked. “I dont know.” She said confusing Alec more.

Taking shape. "Something's coming," he said. Eliana followed his gaze. The blackness was thickening, forming walls, floor, ceiling. But this wasn't the collapsing house from before. The architecture here was wrong—twisted corridors that bent upward like staircases spiraling into nowhere, doors embedded in ceilings, windows looking out onto more windows. And everywhere, mirrors. Dozens of them. Hundreds. Reflecting nothing. "This is new," the boy whispered. Her guide's jaw tightened. "The Labyrinth of Selves. The second trial."

This cruel maze tormented the participants, intentionally impeding their progress with zombies and malignant beings. Some beastmen and women unknowingly walked into a pit of boiling lava, in a bid to find the exit. However, the worst threat within this labyrinth was the Dracevine Terrors. They were creatures born from a fusion of plants and serpents, once harvested from the forbidden forest. Arlen's mind darted toward darkness as his brother's chances remained bleak. Rufus could not risk using his core energy, and his sword was barely allowed to serve its purpose. Rufus was wearing himself out; Arlen could feel 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.

“Her walking through restrictions? Get very used to it.” Inside the chamber was a dome of glass and crystal. No furniture. No shelves. There was just a circular platform in the center, suspended slightly above the ground, with luminous streams flowing toward it from all directions like rivers of light. Above the platform hovered a three-dimensional map of Luminary—glowing, turning slowly. Continents, cities, mountains, and oceans are all made of pure luminous threads. Seraphine’s mouth fell open. “It’s… beautiful," Rian almost cried. “This is the greatest day of my life.”

The air smelled faintly of damp earth and old incense, and a thin fog rolled in from the Bosphorus, making the city feel like it was holding its breath. Devin spread out a rough map on a crate. “I’ve cross-referenced the old blueprints with the underground routes we scouted earlier,” he said, his voice low. “There’s an ancient labyrinth beneath the Hagia Sophia. Forgotten tunnels, hidden chambers… Lazarus has to be using them.” Naelle’s brow furrowed. “A labyrinth? You’re saying he’s hiding Yoon-min in a place designed to confuse and trap intruders.” “Exactly,” Devin confirmed. “And if my instincts are right, Lazarus didn’t just choose it for secrecy. He chose it because it feeds into his ob

“I don’t have to.” And then the rune-wall behind them cracked one final time. The sound was deafening, like a mountain splitting open. The four reflections stood in the chamber now—Kael, Seris, Brann, Liora—each one a perfect, twisted echo of the real. And the wall yawned wider, shadows swirling, the promise of more behind them. The labyrinth wasn’t finished. Not yet. ☠️ End of Chapter 24

15 Trix jolted awake, furiously glancing around with wide eyes. She had returned to her bedroom. Everything as far as she could tell was back in place. Her laptop sat open, a few inches away from her. Remnants of the white powder sprinkled over it. Its screen was dark.