Sarah Williams Labyrinth Novels & Stories

LEN Sarah’s blood ran cold. Lucas whispered, “She was in the system. All along.” The door opened fully. A long hallway stretched into a silent unknown—sterile and untouched, until now. Lights flickered on in a cascade, pulling them forward whether they wanted to go or not. Damon took Sarah’s hand. “We finish this together.” But Sarah’s gaze drifted past him—because in the glass reflection of the sealed lab windows… She saw a little girl. Alone. Frightened. Barefoot.

"A place where we can talk… freely." "The Labyrinth?" Sarah squeaked, her voice filled with fear. "That's a vast canyon system. It's notorious for dust storms and cave-ins." Dr. Wright nodded grimly. "It's also mostly unexplored. The perfect place to hide… and uncover the truth." Just as the gravity of the situation began to sink in, a harsh alarm blared through the chamber. Red lights pulsed on the walls, and a robotic voice boomed through the speakers. "Unauthorized presence detected. Identify yourselves or face termination."

Not of this place. The parlor was empty. The grand stairs creaked under her step, like old bones. She found Sarah in the greenhouse. Mist hung in the air, the glass above streaked with condensation. White lilies bloomed in the shadows, their petals fat and trembling with dew. Jasmine stepped quietly, her boots whispering against the damp stone floor. Sarah stood in the far corner with her back to her. Her hands buried deep in soil, as if she were trying to pull something dead from the roots.

There was only pure, unadulterated terror. "Y...You're a demon!" Sabrina choked out. She backed away toward the door, her hands fumbling for the handle. "Y...You're not a wolf. You're a fucking monster!" She didn't wait for a response. She turned and ran, her heels clicking frantically on the stone stairs as she fled the basement. I stood in the center of the laundry room, surrounded by the smell of burnt flesh and fresh blood. Elara and the other maid were still unconscious against the walls, but Sarah... Sarah was dead.

I could get her a bigger display case for her rocks. “Naomi, are you listening?” Lily snapped me out of my reverie. “Were you saying something?” I probed. “Yes,I was. I just can't believe that Sarah got away from the law so easily.” Lily said. I really didn't want to think about it. Of course I knew that Sarah was somehow involved but there was no evidence against her. “Well, Sarah got lucky.” I said, picking a Barbie doll from the shelf. No girl hates Barbie dolls, right?

Her head swam from the sudden assault of light after the oppressive darkness. And then she saw her. Lila. The little girl from the photograph. Lila, tied to a rickety wooden chair, her tiny hands bound, a crude gag silencing her cries. Her beautiful, innocent face was streaked with dirt and fresh tears, her small body shaking with silent, heart-wrenching sobs that Sarah could almost feel resonating in her own chest. Her wide, terrified eyes met Sarah’s, filled with a primal, gut-wrenching fear that mirrored her own.

The storm there didn’t fade — it folded inward, concentrating its power around the cabin half-swallowed by snow. Inside, the witch’s fire burned black and blue. The cauldron bubbled with a thick, tar-like brew. Sarah sat cross-legged on the floor, her new skin pale as moonlight, her eyes shifting constantly from bright gray to jet-black. “I can feel her,” she hissed. “The Luna. She’s alive. I can smell her even through the storm.” “And?” said the witch, stirring the cauldron with a carved bone staff. “Did I tell you you should be concerned about that?”

She was trapped, alone and helpless, at the mercy of these monsters. Even as she lost consciousness, Sarah's mind refused to give up. She thought of Nicholas, of their love, of their future together. And she knew she had to keep fighting. When Sarah came to, she was lying in a dark, damp room. She was bound to a chair, her wrists and ankles tied with rope. **************************

After I fought and won against the last one, I turned and ran to join Sarah at the elevator. She was right; the power was off. “There has to be a stairwell somewhere in here,” I told her, looking around for a stair sign. It was Sarah who had found it first. We ran toward the door that led to the stairs and burst through it, only to be met with more rogues. As I fought, with minimal help from Sarah, I heard her scream from a short distance. “Lila!” Sarah yelled and I turned to see more rogues coming out of the shadows and lunging at us.

“I heard every word you whispered to Lilith, and now we all know who’s behind this mess. You wanted to sabotage me. To push me out of the company.” Lilith’s face twisted with contempt as she glanced between us, her rage bubbling over. “You’ll regret this, all of you,” she hissed, her voice low and venomous. “I won’t forget your insolence, Sarah. And you, Isabel.” Sarah, calm and composed, met Lilith’s gaze with unwavering poise. “Threats don’t intimidate me, Lilith. Actions do.” Without waiting for a response, Sarah slipped her arm through mine. Her touch was reassuring as she led me toward the staircase. Each step down felt like a weight lifting, like a spell breaking.