Sarah Williams Labyrinth Novels & Stories

“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?"

She held a heavy, iron butcher”s cleaver in her hand, the blade caked with dried, dark stains. She looked at the locket in Cattley”s hand, then at the bodies in the street, and she began to laugh”a dry, hacking sound that had no humor in it. "I'm Sarah," the woman said, stepping into the moonlight. She looked at Cattleya with eyes that held the same terrifying, hollow awareness that Cattleya felt behind her own. "I was 802. I spent the last three cycles hiding in the sewers, watching the 'Kings' eat ducks and rats, waiting for the system to purge itself."

The Labyrinth came alive with lovers. The ever-shifting pathways filled with the sounds of raw passion wet flesh slapping, muffled moans, cries of release bouncing off glowing walls. Vespera was claimed again and again as the maze guided new configurations. Draven and Lorien double-penetrated her relentlessly while Sable rode her face. Later, Rook found her in a dead-end alcove, bending her over and railing her with brutal, possessive strokes while Draven fed her his cock.

Elara was being held by her throat against a pillar. "One choice, Evelyn," the Librarian said. "The King, the Ghost, or the Child. Which part of your soul are you willing to lose?" Suddenly, the cavern wall behind the Librarian began to hiss. A high-frequency drill cut through the stone like butter. A section of the rock wall fell forward, and a woman stepped through, silhouetted by the blue light of a tactical torch. "Actually," Sarah’s voice rang out, cold and sharp as a winter frost. "She’s choosing none of the above. And I’m choosing to terminate your contract."

Her vision blurred. The training yard tilted. Sound warped, stretching like distant thunder underwater. Then— Light. Not outside. Inside her skin. Thin threads of pale gold flickered beneath her wrists. She gasped. And the world answered. Wind exploded outward from her body. Training racks toppled. Loose sand and frost blasted across the yard. Three soldiers hit the ground. Captain Soren slammed into a pillar with a curse. And Lily— Collapsed. She woke to quiet. Soft sheets. Low candlelight.

Liam’s eyes flared with a sudden, dark triumph. He started to bridge the final inch, his hand moving from the table to cup Ethan’s jaw— “Mr. Vance? Ethan? Is that you?” The voice was high-pitched and sharp. Ethan practically leaped out of his skin, snatching his hand back and knocking his spoon onto the floor. He looked up to see Sarah, a beautiful, high-achieving TA from their Structural Systems class, standing by the table. She was wearing a slim-fitting red dress, her eyes darting between Ethan’s flushed face and Liam’s predatory scowl.

Ivy sighed and sat on the seat that Sage had just vacated. "Well, I don't think that's the case." Sara laughed lightly and popped a gum in her mouth. "I think there is something more... something deeper that is going on between you two." My eyes shot to her face immediately. She stared at me as if she could see through me. "Nothing is ever hidden from Oakwood Academy for long, Mrs. Lyla." She grinned at me. "Whatever is going on between you two, I plan to uncover it."

But the end of what was unclear. I searched the abyss and found nothing. Fear overwhelmed me; images started to appear one by one. Cleo, Prue, work, mum, and the last was Damian. Each disappeared as if they were smoke. Whisps filled the air and dissipated one at a time until there was only one left. The whisp from Damian floated across to me. It morphed into a guiding light as the ticking became faster. Something deep inside felt the pull; I needed to follow it. Step by step, one foot in front of another, I followed his light. It led me to a door in the middle of the abyss. The door stood solid in front of me as the whisp passed through it and disappeared.