Sarah Williams Labyrinth Novels & Stories

The room was very dark. The fire in the study downstairs had probably gone out by now. The only sound was the soft rain still tapping on the glass. Sarah was lying in the middle of Liam’s huge bed. She felt heavy and warm. Between her legs, she felt a dull, pulsing ache. It was a reminder of what had happened just an hour ago. She was no longer a girl. She was a woman, and she carried the weight of Liam’s seed inside her.

Gabriel seemed fascinated by the changing colors, reaching out his tiny hands like he was trying to touch them. "How do you know so much about this place?" Marcus asked Sarah suspiciously. Sarah looked embarrassed. "Because I've been here before. When I was little, I used to have sleepwalking episodes. I'd wake up here sometimes." "You've been to the Heart of Magic as a child?" Luna asked in amazement. "I never knew what it was back then," Sarah said. "I just thought I was having weird dreams." After what felt like hours of walking, we finally reached the bottom of the tunnel.

Sarah opens her eyes and finds herself lying on the floor of a darkened room. Her hands are tied and so are her legs while her mouth is stuffed with a piece of cloth. As she gets adjusted to the dim atmosphere around her an unknown voice welcomes her, "All awake now?" The voice asked. Sarah struggles to sit upright, "A-a don't stress yourself. After all, you're my daughter in law." Sarah's eyes widen and she looks in the dark in front of her as she realises to whom this voice belongs.

After the festival, Liam and Sarah were dragged to the dungeons. To the same water cell where Sarah had once been held. Only this time, the roles were reversed. Damon strolled in with his arm around my waist, as if we were taking a walk in our own backyard. The air was thick with blood and despair. Liam and Sarah hung from the ceiling, bound by special silver chains. The wolfsbane was still ravaging their bodies, making them twitch in agony. Seeing us, Sarah managed to lift her head.

And then, before our eyes, the walls of the labyrinth began to shift and twist, rearranging themselves into new configurations, trapping us in an ever-changing maze of darkness. "We need to find a way out," Sarah said, her voice tinged with desperation. But as we searched for an escape route, it became increasingly clear—the labyrinth had other plans for us, and escaping its grasp would be no easy feat.

We sat there for a while, the flickering colors of cartoons providing a backdrop to the hollow feeling in my chest. "I have some work to finish in the archives," I whispered to Beatrice, kissing Leo’s head before slipping away. I didn't have work to do, I just needed the dark, cold silence of the basement to think. As I walked down the stone stairs, the benefactor’s words played on a loop in my head, “Now he’s drawn to you, use him like your own tool.” Maybe he was right, I had reached the center of the labyrinth, and now I had to decide if I was going to find the truth about Sarah, or if I was going to let the Titan swallow me whole.

I left Ada standing in a cloud of exhaust and red Abeokuta dust, her tears still cascading and her face twisting into something no longer human. MARY’S POV The Textile lab was moody filled with jewelled trimmings, white lace, tulle and various sizes of mannequins. I was snipping away hurriedly with my scissors, with a tape measure draped over my neck. I felt the presence of the Shadow, I continued with the scissors. "He chose her," the Shadow said gently. "He would really go lengths for her." The Shadow's shrill voice cracked and she cackled; her cackling would give shills to anyone. I was scared but I didn't show it.

To anyone passing by on foot or in traffic, it looked like nothing more than another contractor's vehicle waiting for clearance or perhaps a delivery delayed by bureaucracy. To Victor, it was a vantage point. A watchtower. A weapon. He lifted the binoculars again, adjusting the focus with practiced precision until Sarah's office floor came into clear view through the building's massive windows. The lights were still on, glowing softly against the darkening sky. That meant she was still inside, still working, still following the patterns he'd been cataloging for days. Predictable. Sarah Williams worked late more often than not, frequently alone after her staff departed, relying on routine and

“That’s not true…” “Shut up!” Sarah’s scream echoed through the ruins. “You took Darius from me! You took the pack! You took my life, my future, everything I worked for!” She moved closer to the edge of the gallery. The stone crumbled slightly under her feet. “Sarah, please step back,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm. “The floor isn’t stable up there.” “I don’t care.” She looked down at Margaret, who was mercifully quiet. Asleep, and too weak to cry. “This is the only thing I have left. The only piece of you they couldn’t steal.”

Carmen was the first person to talk about it after the news broke. The silence of the Crescent Moon fortress was a lie. To my advisors, the halls were quiet, but to me, the air was screaming. It had been days since Sara—my "Little Miss Blue Eyes"—had been ripped from the sanctuary I had promised her. Every hour that passed felt like a serrated blade drawing across my skin, a slow, agonizing flaying of my sanity.