Sarah Williams Labyrinth Novels & Stories

The last soldier raised his weapon, voice shaking. “F—f—” The horned silhouette surged—and the rifle clattered to the dirt. Silence returned like a lid coming down. The fire still burned, casting light over twisted canvas. No one moved. The Labyrinth – Deep Cavern – Night Below the firestorm, deep in the ancient labyrinth, Sean and Jessica crossed a stone threshold unseen by human eyes for thousands of years. The chamber ahead glowed unnaturally white, its walls threaded with gold that shimmered like veins in rock.

Before Liam could respond, a heavy, metallic door at the far end of the player tunnel opened with a loud, echoing clatter. Sarah stepped out onto the rubber matting, her high heels instantly clicking sharply against the floorboards. She was wrapped in an expensive, floor-length camel coat, her red-manicured fingers tightly gripping her iPad like a weapon. Her sharp, corporate features were locked into an expression of intense, executive agitation, but as her eyes tracked Liam's pristine, uninjured stance on the ice, her posture shifted just a fraction.

I curled up on the bed, heart pounding, listening to the violence unfold. Then… silence. Dead, terrifying silence. The cabin door creaked open slowly. Kane stood there, covered in blood, breathing heavily, gun still in his hand. His eyes found me immediately. But behind him, another figure stepped into the light. A woman. She wore a pure white mask and moved with terrifying grace. She removed the mask. It was Sarah. My best friend smiled at me, her eyes cold and victorious. “You really thought you could run, Lila?” she said softly. “We own you. All of us.”

When we finally entered through the property gates, I parked the car sideways in the courtyard. I shot out toward the main entrance, with Leyla right on my heels. The mansion door was still splintered from Killian's kick, letting in the cold midnight wind. We went up the main stairs toward the medical wing three at a time, but before we could step into the second-floor hallway, Sarah's silhouette stopped us dead on the stair landing. Sarah was completely destroyed. She leaned against the marble railing, sobbing like crazy, her hands stained with a mixture of sweat and clinical reagents.

Every time I tried to sit up for more than a few minutes I got dizzy. The door opened and Sarah came in carrying a laptop bag. She looked tired but determined. "I have something you need to see," she said without greeting. Adnar stood immediately. "What did you find?" "Everything." Sarah pulled out her laptop and set it on the rolling table beside my bed. "Liam Morrison has been stealing from his own company for eighteen months." She opened files showing spreadsheets and bank transfers. Numbers that didn't make sense at first but became clearer as she explained each one.

"Exactly. So, I'm going to have to put a statement together about the fair, get the word out. I'll call Darcy so she can help me orchestrate it-" "Hold on to your flapping gums, princess," Sarah says from the other end of the library. "I think we need to fix this problem before we can move onto the next one." I'm confused about what Sarah means, and a little offended that she thinks I'm a "gum-flapper," until I see her standing in front of the television staring at it intently with the remote under her arm. My heart beats faster when I see who is on the screen. Wendy Williams. Great.

Liam materialized beside her, a gasp escaping his lips. They were no longer in the desolate chamber. Instead, they stood in a vast cavern, its walls adorned with intricate murals that pulsed with an otherworldly luminescence. The murals depicted scenes unlike anything they had ever seen – celestial beings locked in an epic battle, landscapes of unimaginable beauty and desolation, and symbols that mirrored the inscription from the labyrinth.

“That’s not why I called you here. You two are always fighting, and neither of you gets to act like you’re right.” Gwen shoved past her and staggered toward the door. “I told you I was fine. You never listen.” She left, still unsteady. Sarah moved into the living area and pulled out the remaining moonshade vials, counting them. “Four are missing.” “She took one,” I said. “I wonder where the other three went.” Sarah locked the rest in a different cabinet, this one reinforced. Then she turned to me. “What’s with that Lira girl?” I lifted a brow. “What do you mean?”

She’d claim she was trying to help or, at the very least, ensure no loose ends could expose her plan. Draping her cloak tightly around herself, Sarah slipped into the shadows. She moved carefully, listening to every sound, her eyes scanning for any sign of Nathan, Gideon, or Lunaria’s captor. The air was tense, the silence punctuated by distant rustles and the occasional bark of an animal. Sarah’s heart pounded with every step.

My legs trembled, partly from fear, partly from six weeks of limited use. "There she is," Alex said softly, and that quiet tone was somehow more terrifying than his shouting. "The real Lily. The one who's been playing me for a fool." "Sarah!" he called out, never taking his eyes off me. "Get in here. You need to see this." Sarah appeared in the doorway wearing my silk robe, her pregnant belly visible beneath the fabric. When she saw me standing, her eyes widened, then narrowed with hatred. "That little snake," she hissed. "How long has she been able to walk?"