Le Labirent Novels & Stories

In the eleven point eight seconds between camera refreshes, I move the way my father taught me: not smooth, but committed—a series of short, precise transits between fixed positions, each one landing me in the next blind spot before the lens reacquires. Three floors down, the Great Library. The heavy oak doors yield to Leo's codebreaker in three seconds. Inside: old paper, the mineral cold of stone, and the low mechanical heat of servers overclocked behind a false wall. I find the hidden floor panel at the west window, exactly where Leo said it would be. My nails bleed where they catch the wood, but the panel lifts. Leo's voice crackles through the tablet's earpiece—low, distorted, strained

Everyone leaned closer. Laboratories. Documents. Computer servers. Research facilities. Marco frowned. "What am I looking at?" Leon pointed toward a logo. The black circle. Three lines. The Ravens. "They've been rebuilding Project Heir." The room froze. Completely. Aruna stared. "No." Leon nodded. "Yes." Gabriel closed his eyes. Antonio cursed. Salvatore looked ready to murder someone. Dante remained expressionless. Which usually meant he was furious. "How far?" Dante asked.

She was the only thing that kept me grounded, her resonance a steady anchor in the sea of static that my mind had become. ​“There is no time for rest,” I replied, my fingers twitching against the console. “I found a discrepancy in the data I pulled from Kael’s network. A hidden laboratory, even deeper than Sub-Level 9. It was purged from the Hub’s primary maps, but the physical foundations are still there. It’s called the ‘Lumen Crypt’.” ​“The Lumen Crypt?” Thorne asked, leaning against the doorway, a bandage wrapped around his forehead. “Sounds like a place where things go to die.”

"By the time we leave, I'll have my power back." "And if you don't?" Walter asked. "Then I fight anyway. Power or no power, I'm not staying behind." "Fair enough." We spent the rest of the day studying the maps Dracula had provided. The path to the core was complex, winding through multiple death worlds we'd never seen before. Each one had its own dangers. Its own rules. "The Labyrinth of Mirrors," Erina read from one map. "Sounds fun." "The Bleeding Forest," Brady added. "Why is it bleeding?"

“Stay close. Don’t let go. No matter what.” I nodded, gripping his wrist as if my life depended on it. Because it did. A sudden clang echoed from the tunnel to our left, followed by a soft, mechanical whir. Lights flickered to life, revealing walls embedded with panels that pulsed with a faint red glow. Holographic projections appeared, showing corridors, doors, and even our positions. “They’ve been tracking us all along,” I whispered, my stomach twisting. “Every step, every move…” “Yes,” Lucien confirmed. “This is their design. A labyrinth that adapts. Every choice you make changes the environment.”

Gabe asked impatiently. Lyla sighed in resignation. The girl gave up, she never found the right substitute. In the next split second, she returned to her soft voice, recounting all the things she had seen before. Ash was jealous to see Leona hand in hand with Damien into the forest. He was desperate to chase, then... They got into some endless debates. Until finally, Ash and Damien attacked each other. After that Lucien and Derick appeared. Lucien attacked Leona with poisonous black smoke that appear from behind his hand, he managed to immobilize the vampire girl, and Derick took her – locked her in Skarsgard Castle. Then—”

With an inner shudder of distaste, Lara stepped out of the elevator, outraged by the direction of her thoughts. She had come here without allowing herself to think of what she had to face at journey’s end but the eerie familiarity of her surroundings was like a razor twisting inside her. Three years ago, Lara had stalked along this corridor in a rage to confront Christophe Moreau. And even this length of time after the event it was quite impossible for her to explain how she had very nearly ended up in his bed.

It was a technique that I had perfected as an only child since I always stayed outside my house without a key. The door screeched open, I watched the staircase and saw no movement so I went into the room and closed the door without making a noise. The room was very spacious with a very large bed in the right corner, it had a desk against the wall and there was a wardrobe to the left. The only window was open and from there I could see my house and part of the road. The wall in front of me was covered with a white sheet and that was very strange, I could not help but notice it, I wanted to know what he was hiding but I was paralyzed when I saw on the desk an identical copy of my infamous doll

he pointed out. Shit, I forgot about Ruari. I do not even want to know how he is going to respond to this. I can feel my anxiety climbing as I sat there waiting for the results. Every negative outcome was filtering through my mind. I have no idea how long I sat there. I was completely lost in my own world until tingles began travelling up my arm jolting back into reality. I was looking into dark sapphire blue eyes. Dr. Lewiston was standing there with papers in his hand. Shit, I looked between them. “Sorry, Luna, but I linked the alpha to come here. I have been trying for the last twenty minutes to gain your attention.” Dr. Lewiston commented.

“So this game, they said it’s a magical labyrinth, and whoever makes it out first wins. You form a team of two, place your hand on this crystal ball, and it teleports you to a starter spot. Do you want to be on my team?” Ah, I’m well aware of the game Amber is talking about, and honestly, I don’t want to participate in it. I’ve watched too many movies with labyrinths to be excited: Harry Potter, The Cat Returns by Studio Ghibli, Maze Runner, Pan’s Labyrinth, and I believe there even was a creepy Labyrinth in that series Locke & Key. And in all of those mentioned, something bad happened in the labyrinth. But when Amber pouts at me with this incredibly cute face, I realize I don’t have it in m