Sarah Williams Labyrinth Novels & Stories

“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.”

Her hair floats around her head as she stands with her hands on either side of what Ryan called a “bird bath.” It’s not a bird bath. It’s some weird bowl that an even stranger, tiny man brought here all the way from Veiled Valley. Apparently, Arthur, the royal historian, has a collection of useful objects in his treasure trove in Veiled Valley’s library, and a scrying bowl hadn’t been hard at all to acquire. Still, Sarah has been bent over this bowl for almost a week, whether it’s snowing, blowing, or sunny and absolutely frigid. The tip of her nose is bright red as her glowing eyes widen and her mouth pulls into a smile. “I have her. Guys, I found her!”

he explained to me. My hand took the penknife and brought it close to my nose. That's right, it's Sarah's blood scent because I know my Omega's blood scent very well. “Theo, are we thinking the same thing?” Louis straightened his body with a serious look. I nodded. “An injured Omega can beat a Beta. Sarah is not an arbitrary Doctor, she is a spy in the Black Lotus organization. Besides that, she also can fight and a reliable disguise.” Louis laughed loudly and drank the martini straight from the bottle. “And Damelza so easily wounded Sarah that she fainted,” he replied, accompanied by a mocking smile.

Nate Sarah stood up and waded across the water, her perfect little body calling to be touched. I knew she wanted me. She just needed a reason. I sat straight back, and spread my legs, giving Sarah room to sit in front of me. She turned slowly, letting my eyes take her in. Sarah lowered herself between my legs, resting her hands on my thighs. When she was settled, I reached up and moved her hair away from her neck. I started off soft, rubbing my hand up and down her neck, and then the back of her head and her scalp.

His father said but Raymond didn't stir a little Daddy didn't move and kept his head downcast. Are they really afraid of Marco? But Marco is the kindest person like his daughter... oh yeah of course he won't let his employees that side of him. "I want to say that it's okay but it wasn't. That kind of attitude is unforgivable. Let my daughter explain everything." Marco said I looked at Lily who was smiling at me "Let me first introduce myself, I am Lily Miracle the only heir of LLM Inc." She plastered an expression that I've never seen before, the aura she's showing us really intimidating”

The werewolf doctor looked up to meet Alpha Kyrian's shocked eyes as well as Lyla who was trying to comfort Gabriel. "Labyrinth? What about it? A rare herb? Where can we get it?" Gabriel asked, wiping away his tears. "It's a journey of five days. But if you are faster and didn't really sleep you should be back in three days. Because…" the werewolf doctor went from Gabriel's face to Alpha Kyrians' "Because what?" Lyla asked, feeling uneasy. "Her Highness, Sarah has just four days to live. And without this herb, I'm afraid her werewolf power will fail her." He replied scratching his hand as he could barely look into Garbiel's eyes.

It waited. “Then hear me,” Sarah said, voice rising. “I’m not Vireya. I’m not your queen. I’m me and I choose to end this.” The spiral on her hand flared, light bursting outward. The creature roared, the tower cracked from top to bottom and then the blood warden screamed. The light pouring from Sarah’s hand split the floor in a blinding flash. The spiral carved into stone rebelled, fracturing at the center as if rejecting its own creator.

he roars, his voice echoing through the room. Sarah plays along, her eyes wide with mock innocence. "I'm so sorry, Chairman Lao. I didn't mean to..." While Benjie Lao was distracted, Sarah quickly glanced around the room, searching for a way to exploit the chaos. She noticed a loose floorboard near the window. With a surge of adrenaline, she pretended to stumble, her foot catching on the floorboard. As she fell, she kicked the floorboard loose, revealing a dark, narrow crawlspace beneath the window.

“You’re insane.” “Maybe,” she allowed with a half-shrug. “But insane women get things done.” I couldn’t breathe. This wasn’t just manipulation—this was something deeper, darker, a carefully spun web stretching for years. Generations. Every moment, every decision Alaric and I had made was part of some twisted game Sarah had been playing long before I came into the picture. With that, Sarah stepped forward, pulling something else from the inside of her coat. The glint of the knife caught the light as she carefully pulled the cage open with her free hand.

Ace sobbed, his small hands sparking with a frantic, uncontrolled light. "You won't have to," a new voice said. From the shadows of the quartz pillars stepped Aris, the lead scientist. But he wasn't alone. Beside him stood a woman I hadn't seen since the battle in the Spire—Sarah. Or rather, the memory of Sarah. She was translucent, a shimmering blue-white ghost of the sister she had been before the Director’s poison took her. Killian’s wolf snarled, a low, guttural sound in his chest. "Another projection? Another trick?"