Le Labirent Novels & Stories

Keiral The lab was quiet except for the hum of the machines and the soft scratching of Mira’s pen as she logged samples. Dax leaned over one of the new spectrometers Panther City had shipped in last week, muttering to himself as he tried to balance the calibration. I was bent over a tray of roots I’d sourced from the market—hibiscus, dried sandalwood, ground wolfsbane. Everything smelled sharp, bitter, the kind of scents that clung to your clothes even after you left.

Noah hissed, catching the collar of Leo’s jacket just as the boy’s boots hovered over a sudden drop-off. The ladder ended abruptly in mid-air, terminating in a massive, half-flooded concrete junction box. A few feet away, a thick bundle of modern fiber-optic cables—clean, white, and pulsing with low-frequency amber status lights—snaked along the water-stained wall, disappearing into a wide, circular drainage tunnel that sloped downward into the mountain's dark bowels.

Because every man in his family warned against using the dark mirror. The mirror always took something back. The price to pay was always steep. But Elena was missing. And worse— his father’s men were hunting her too. Roberto pushed the door open slowly. His decision was made. Cold air spilled immediately from inside. The hidden chamber was enormous. Circular and made of stone. Ancient candles burned along the walls while strange symbols covered the stone floor beneath his feet. At the center of the room stood a massive mirror draped entirely in black cloth. The sight alone made tension coil through Roberto’s body.

There was a gigantic worn out door forward, with iron bars blocking it, forming a chain of locks that connected to each other. Leon touched the iron bars, and a second later it fell apart. The worn door was opened by itself, as if welcoming them with joy. He entered the door first, followed by Felen behind him. A bright light that blinded the eyes greeted them. The light slowly faded, Felen and Leon began to be able to see what was in front of them. A vast expanse of land, and the entrance to the Leister family's labyrinth. She felt de javu. The memory fragments invaded her mercilessly. She closed her eyes tightly and accepted the memories that had entered without permission with grace.

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

“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.