Sarah Williams Labyrinth Novels & Stories

She was shameless. “Sarah, leave,” Gabriel commanded. Sarah gently stood. She didn't walk away instead she looked at the two. “What?” They growled. “Please, tell Lily not to tell anyone about what she saw here,” Sarah said. “Go away, Sarah!” Nathaniel growled. Sarah ran off. And then Lily was going to follow when their voices sounded again. “Come here and finish what Sarah started, Lily,” Nathaniel said. Lily chuckled. “Why would I do that? Do I look like a slut?” She rolled her eyes.

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."

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.

The attraction is stronger the closer we go. Damon's hand drew closer to mine. After that, we'll continue. whatever it takes. However, I couldn't get rid of the sensation that someone or something was pursuing us as we strolled. The landscape changed once more before we had been very far. In front of us, the shadows stretched and twisted, creating hallways and barriers. Kael mumbled, staring at the new barrier, "A labyrinth." "Obviously." "It's not just any labyrinth," Liora remarked in a shaky voice. It is composed of delusions. I sense the enchantment.

Lazarus asks. “I am almost certain Sarah has no idea what truly is happening now. The leech will create scenarios in her mind that will be so believable, she will find no fault in them. The main issue is that we can’t know for sure how long the leech has been in her. It could have started building the wrong ideas in her mind the moment it took its place, or for all we know, she might be seeing all rainbows and happiness while Lenox is torturing the body.” “Does that mean no grilled baby feet?” I groan, unfortunately, out loud. No better way to prove to them that I haven’t been listening, eh?

"If Cephail became the master of artefacts because of this title then I need to learn more about it. The unique skill I have is appraisal. I need to hone it as fast as I can because it will determine my survivability in this strange world. I have no one to depend on except for Sarah and Kyla but I just can't bring myself to fully trust them yet, after all, I have only met them a few days ago." Amy hurried off to the lab where Sarah was, and requested eagerly, "Sarah, please assign me with more work to do. I want to learn more about this world and the artefacts and I want to gain more experience to be of help to you." Sarah grinned, "I like your enthusiasm. I don't want to push you too hard f

On the third knock, the door slid open to reveal Lillian who widened her eyes when she saw Sarah. "Yes, who are you and how can I help you?" Lillian asked. "Good afternoon ma'am, I am Sarah, Rae's friend and classmate at school. I am here to see if she is round, I need to talk to her ma'am." Sarah said as she introduced herself to Lillian. Lillian felt the scent of a hidden spell when Sarah spoke. But she has a feeling the girl in her presence wasn't evil, but why is she using a hidden spell?

Larry subtly refused. "I'm a werewolf hunter. If you can't leave me with a weak werewolf like her, what do you take me for?" Lance tilted his head to the side. "I'll be right outside, sir." Larry compromised and exited the tent. Lance exhaled and returned his attention to the girl in front of him. Sarah was bound up in the dimly lit tent, her hands and feet stretched to opposite corners, each wrist and ankle secured tightly. Bruises adorned her fragile skin like a cruel tapestry. Her once vibrant eyes, was now obscured by a cruel veil of dried blood. No doubt, her captors had been busy.