The Battle Of The Labyrinth Book Novels & Stories

Empire shifted tectonically under Kenji's chessboard; my pieces no longer pawns. Evening found him in lounge depths, scotch amber glowing city-veined glass, obsidian gaze lifting as stilettos clicked approach. No words—just stare loaded double-meanings, dragon pulse leaping throat under my dissection. Vengeance sealed blood ties, stalking forged new chains. Tension simmered, no boil, slow burn, atmospheric lethal—his to ruin, mine to claim.

I inch back slightly and bump into Lyra. "You can't run." Lyra looks at me. She's wrong, I can, I can run and far if I want. I proved I can run fast. I'm not even listening to Kellan or Darius speaking. Everyone is staring at me. What happened to playing it low and not letting people know? What does this mean for the whole Luna battle? God, could they not have given me some warning? "She will continue." Darius looks at someone, and I hear him asking about how it will work.

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.

The labyrinth’s pulse intensified, walls twisting, spikes launching from every angle. I realized, with a jolt, that this wasn’t just a battle for our lives it was a war of wits, strategy, and sheer courage against a mastermind who knew every move we could make. And the fall… was unavoidable.

It was as if it recognized that I, too, was fighting to protect its legacy. But the struggle was far from over. Dorian's power continued to surge, and the labyrinth's defenses grew increasingly fragile. It was a race against time, a battle to see whether the labyrinth's ancient resilience or Dorian's destructive might would prevail. In the midst of this mystical turmoil, I couldn't help but wonder what secrets the labyrinth held—knowledge that had been safeguarded for generations. Would it all be lost to the relentless storm of magic, or could I find a way to preserve its essence even as its physical form crumbled around me?

We are back in the lounge after being told to meet here. It is a lot more of a mess than it was earlier when we walked in, likely due to their earlier fighting. Maybe Alpha Jacob had forgotten about that. There was blood on the grey sofas, up the walls and across the floor. Thankfully, bodies had been removed, as the warriors that were with us from the Midnight Forest Pack, now all bandaged up, told us there had been a fair few of Crimson Night Pack Warriors on the floor, bloodied and injured, some even dead.

Without another word we begin to run towards the Kingdom, unprepared for what we may find when we get there. Some of the rogue guards shift into their wolf forms as we break through the trees that surround the Labyrinth. Others decide to stay in their human forms as long as they possibly can. Remembering what happened to Natalia the last time I was in a battle, I make it a point to be extra careful as I run through the trees. The sight that is laid out before my eyes is not one that I will forget in this lifetime.

If anyone had a shot at winning this thing, it was his little Bri and if she didn’t, well he’d just kill thing one, two and three instead. Accepting he couldn’t change what had been done, David stood up straight and clapped his hands together. “Alright.” He began. “Harls, I want you to spend every minute you have studying the Battle of the Alpha’s. By the time you’re done, I need you to know every little detail there is to possibly know. Oh, and make me a list of all the different challenges the Royal Family have used before.”

“But strength of spirit is not enough to lead a pack. A leader must also be strong in body, unshaken in battle, and relentless in hardship.” He gestured toward the dense forest beyond the Tribunal. “For this trial, you will enter the Moon’s Labyrinth.” A murmur rippled through the crowd. Even those who doubted me looked wary at the mention of it. “The labyrinth is an ancient ground,” Elder Vaughn continued. “It will strip you of your senses, leaving you only with your instincts. You must make it through by sunrise tomorrow. No food. No weapons. No help.” I took a deep breath, rolling my shoulders. I could do this.

Ona had been the one to show me that it was a history of sorts, a retelling of the foundations of the master lines from which all other dragon varieties diverge, "What if I were to tell you that Oestre had no mate?" He pulls out another book, one bound in black fabric and sewn with silver thread. "That the mother of us all was herself a universal dragon. A lone traveler from another universe who dreamed this realm into reality." Bringing the book to a table he opens it to reveal a wonderous illustration. Etched in metallic ink, it shows a beautiful golden dragon surrounded by shadow. "Oestre wasn't the first dragon. She was the last one," he reads the symbols on the edge of the pages, a lang