Oubliette Labyrinth Novels & Stories

I banged a large red button which read ‘Oubliette' at the bottom, and the lift began its descent speedily. Thankfully, the lift didn't halt on the last floor and descended straight to the dungeon... The oubliette was supposed to be a secret dungeon, thus, I expected it to be a highly secured area. The lift halted, but before the doors could slide open, I held them under my control and they slid enough to allow an eye to peep outside. As anticipated, I perceived a long corridor with two heavily built security guards carrying rifles and guarding a large metallic door. I closed my eyes for a second attempting to pluck up the courage and aligning my focus with my emotions.

With his free hand, he tentatively touched the blade, as if he thought to pull it out. William pulled a second dagger and looked at the other guard. His eyes were popping with shock. “Step aside,” William ordered. The guard dropped his head and moved out of the way; his eyes trained on the floor as they passed. William entered the extravagantly decorated room like an enraged bull. His gaze flashed around the garishly expensive items; the crystal chandelier that occupied more than half of the recessed ceiling, three—he counted them, three life sized marble sculptures of Lycaon himself, and various paintings and furniture that dated all the way to ancient Rhome.

Juliette’s POV The instant the door slammed behind me, the fortress seemed alive. Stone walls twisted, shadows stretched and recoiled as if breathing, corridors elongating and folding in ways that defied reason. My pulse hammered in my ears, matching the low hum of energy vibrating through the walls. Rowan had built this labyrinth with precision—every trap, every illusion crafted to break me, test me, to draw out fear and doubt.

The Ember Hollow lay hidden beneath a spiderweb of sandstone arches, its entrance concealed by a curtain of ivy and shadows. As dusk settled, lanterns carved from fossilized bone glowed in clustered alcoves, guiding Vera and Lucien along the winding tunnels. Rebel artisans—defected Sentinels, half-blood scholars, and smuggler-turned-miners—labored around workbenches strewn with resonance crystals and spool upon spool of dream-silk thread.

"Look for the Geneva coordinates he noted down. There has to be a secondary regulator or a sanctuary listed." Devashish hurriedly flipped through the fragile, leather-bound book, his thumb tracing the old ink entries until he stopped at a page watermarked with a stylized hourglass entwined with a rising sun. "Here! L'Atelier des Ombres—The Workshop of Shadows. It’s an underground vault located beneath the old waterworks near the Rhône river. It’s listed as a decommissioned baseline stabilizer." "Hold on!" Kabir shouted. He slammed his foot onto the accelerator just as the silver sedans accelerated with impossible, physics-defying speed. The pursuing cars didn't move linearly; they glitched a

Voss’s words returned, unbidden, whispering in Ellie’s memory: “The Labyrinth isn’t just stone. It’s sentient. It watches. It judges.” And she felt it now. The walls pulsed faintly, veins of golden light running beneath marble like the glow of buried embers. Sigils shifted when she wasn’t looking, lines rearranging themselves into new patterns that bled away when she blinked. The air itself bent strangely — one moment thick as honey, the next light as mist. She stumbled, realizing the straight corridor she’d been walking now curled into an impossible spiral. Gravity lurched. Her stomach flipped.

“Ask correctly.” My mark flared hot. The runes on the floor hummed like they were listening. I swallowed hard and forced the words out. “Reveal.” The bone door opened wider. Light—copper-white rune light—spilled out of the darkness, and for one brutal second I saw it clearly: A vast chamber beyond, lined with moon-silver hooks and floating bowls of black water. Chains crisscrossed like a web. The air inside looked colder than death. And in the center—

she whispered, fists glowing as the light spread like molten fire across her skin. Suddenly, a door of black iron slammed shut behind them with deafening force. The sound echoed like a cannon through the labyrinth, and the walls began to shift, corridors twisting into impossible angles. The ground trembled beneath their feet, a warning that the labyrinth was reacting to them, alive and unpredictable.

he murmured, his voice tinged with urgency. Before they could react, the labyrinth seemed to twist and contort around them, swallowing them into its depths. Luna's heart pounded in her chest as they were plunged into an abyss of uncertainty, their fate hanging precariously in the balance. As they stumbled through the shifting maze, Luna's mind raced with unanswered questions. What sinister entity lurked within the labyrinth, and what did it want from them? With each passing moment, the shadows seemed to grow darker, threatening to consume them whole.

And I'm pretty sure Drystan is pissed off because I'm feeling his cold aura surrounding me. Rolling my eyes in annoyance I threatened," If you guys want to play mocking shit then leave. I'm going inside by myself." Saying that, I increased my speed reaching the final floor of the dungeon called the oubliette chamber . It was the lowest and most terrifying dungeon floor of the Bliaviroth empire.