Sarah Williams Labyrinth Novels & Stories

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.

Sarah whispered, crying she put the quill down she left only Damian’s silver hair ribbon on the desk She took a deep breath and opened a secret panel behind her bookshelf as a kid, her father showed her the old escape tunnel under the manor, it went from her room to the caves under the glass gardens, past the gates. Click the stone door opened sarah slipped in and closed it behind her it was very dark, the tunnel was cold, damp, and smelled like dirt. She walked for 20 minutes, one hand on the wall, one hand on her stomach. The black mark pulsed cold, pulling her toward the northern mountains like a compass.

I go back to scrubbing the King’s shirt that is in my hand ignoring the women around me. “She didn’t mean any harm,” the girl across from me says. “Larissa doesn’t know when to shut up.” Larissa gasps like she is wounded and splashes the woman across from us. “I am Nicole. I came out of the Labyrinth two cycles ago and Larissa has been out for five.” I look down the line of women that are lined up and down the stream and my curiosity gets the better of me. “Did all of these women come out of the Labyrinth without their mates?”

The city has a rich and dark history, filled with legends of vampires and supernatural creatures. That was what terrified Sarah the most; that perhaps those legends were true, she did not imagine being devoured by a legion of vampires, and that her poor body lay cold and dry, in some unknown place, that death was not something she wanted for her. Sarah is a twenty-five-year-old girl with a fair complexion and dark brown hair. She has large, expressive hazel eyes and a shy smile that is rarely shown. She is an intelligent and hard-working woman, with a reserved but curious personality.

Sybil doesn't use Ace because she has a crush on him, she uses Ace because he's the only face she knows. "Any clue where she hid her body? Maybe we can kill her body and destroy the sceptre," Leaf suggested uncertainly. "Hmm, let me see if she left a clue," Elle said, reopening the book. She flipped through pages, her eyes swiftly reading the words. "Found something that might be useful…" She left her words hanging, unsure of what she was saying. "Okay, what is it?" "None can pass the watery gate None can escape the beast within Through scales and flying swords

“Oh, really? I wasn’t snooping. I was, uh… looking for Dr. Miriam’s office.” The nurse chuckled, shaking her head. “Dr. Miriam’s office is on the third floor.” Sarah smiled awkwardly, unsure of what to say next. “Oh, right. Thanks for the help.” With that, she turned and walked away, her heart still pounding from what she had just seen. --- Liam didn't sit back down, he walked over to the microscope, his hands steady. He carefully placed the sample under the lens, his gaze fixed on the screen. A few moments passed before he leaned back slightly, his eyes narrowing in concentration.

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.