Nightmare Labyrinth Novels & Stories

Moments later, [Rina P.O.V] The labyrinth breathed. I stepped through the archway and felt it immediately - the particular consciousness of a space that was not merely constructed but cultivated, grown from the shadows of a thousand students who had entered before me and left pieces of themselves behind. The walls were obsidian, smooth, reflecting nothing, swallowing light like a mouth that had forgotten how to taste anything but darkness, that had fed on fear for so long it could no longer recognize any other flavor.

After three back-to-back nights of working until 3:00 am, I dropped dead. Honestly, I thought it was a relief and that my 23 years of corporate misery had finally come to a blissful end. But when I opened my eyes, I found myself transmigrated into a horror game. Right now, I was sitting in a classroom. A hanging ghost dangled from the blackboard, and its long tongue was dragging across the floor. A jumper ghost was doing a handstand on the desk with its eyeballs stretched six feet out of their sockets.

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.

If it is a girl Ma Vista, the child will start having nightmares at the age of 16, some develop a bit later than that and their nightmares finishes in the middle of their 17th year. Suddenly we are at the bottom of the website and its over, that’s all the information were going to get out of it. I look at Ash the bit about meeting the other Ma Vista has never happened before. Now we know we are the last creatures of the light, so to destroy these monsters we have to do it, because if we don’t win, if they win the world will suffer and eventually the monsters will rule the world with the master. Until they became bored of him and this time when he dies, he won’t be reincarnated because there

"Welcome back to the beginning of the end." The labyrinth seemed to tremble under his words, the very air heavy with a foreboding sense of doom. As the full magnitude of his words settled in, I realized that our journey had taken an unexpected turn. We were on a path that I hadn't foreseen, one filled with danger and deceit. And as the echoes of his laughter died down, replaced by the steady beat of my heart, I knew we had stepped into a battle we weren't prepared for. One that would test us in ways we could never have imagined. As his laughter echoed ominously in the labyrinth, a new pathway materialized, revealing a terrifying spectacle. In the heart of the labyrinth was a massive structur

"Tell him whatever you think it is best 'cause I won't be showing up. If 'she is asleep' that comes to your mind, say it. Or 'she don't wanna come' it is fine by me, 'she doesn't want to see you' whichever way. I am not just coming." "Okay then." "Thank you as you do so," I plugged my earpiece, then laid back on bed. "Goodnight." **** (No! Whimpering! Darkness! Fire! Tears!) Noo! Not again! I pressed my back against the wall, folded up a leg, then I dug my finger into my hair. This is beyond me mum, dad! I can't handle this all alone. What is the secret behind this nightmare? *** The shadow was moving closer. It was following me all over again. This couldn't be Brad. That was not Brad. So wh

Thank you so much for reading "Broken Nightmare"! The second book will be out in about April of 2021 and I can't wait to share it with you. Here is a sneak-peek so you can take a look! Chapter 1 I woke slowly with my head pounding, feeling very disoriented. It was pitch black in my room as I opened my eyes. I reached over to turn my bedroom lamp on, but felt nothing. Where was my lamp? And then it all came back flooding to me. Liam kidnapped. Claire and the pack missing. The imprint.

He just didn't want to see it. Now, on the forty-first night, the nightmare is worse than ever. His face is turning pale. His lips are blue. In his dream, he is drowning. I can feel it—the terror radiating from his small body like heat from a furnace. His heartbeat is a drum. His breath is a thread about to snap. I want to help him. I want to wake him up. I want to flip him over. But the blanket is pulled tight. And the rule is absolute.

The Labyrinth came alive with lovers. The ever-shifting pathways filled with the sounds of raw passion wet flesh slapping, muffled moans, cries of release bouncing off glowing walls. Vespera was claimed again and again as the maze guided new configurations. Draven and Lorien double-penetrated her relentlessly while Sable rode her face. Later, Rook found her in a dead-end alcove, bending her over and railing her with brutal, possessive strokes while Draven fed her his cock.

When he reached the gate, he placed one massive paw upon the threshold. The sigils flared blinding gold. The bronze disk turned, then split, peeling open like a colossal eye. The spiral-shaped passage yawned into darkness, golden light tracing its curves deeper and deeper until sight was lost. The Labyrinth was awake. Waiting. Rivera’s squad stared, half in terror, half in awe. None of their weapons, none of their training, could explain what they saw. Rivera’s voice came quiet, reverent almost. “Let them go.”