The Goblin King Labyrinth Novels & Stories

"We're going to the tunnels." On the outskirts of Asheville sat a derelict cottage that looked like a ruin to any human eye. Beneath its floorboards lay the entrance to the Labyrinth—a subterranean catacomb and crossroads that connected the "Otherworlds." It was the most dangerous route in existence, a place where geography didn't follow the laws of physics, and where even the Blackwood Pack feared to tread. Back at Stein College The silence of the dorm room was shattered as the door was kicked off its hinges.

I was now in the last place I wanted to be in and I had no means of crying. The driver grabbed me by hand, dragging me up the wide array of stairs that led to the castle that filled me with dread. Guards stood by the entrance, blocking it off when they saw us stand before them. One of the guards turned to the man that had me trapped in a death grip and asked, "what's your business with this pack, foreigner?" "I have a package for the Lycan king?" He lightly tilted his head at me, making the guards scrutinize the both of us before giving way for us.

“If Haverstone’s notes are accurate, the fracture is at the center of the labyrinth.” “Of course it is,” Jamie muttered. “Why can’t anything ever be easy?” Callan stepped forward, their glowing eyes scanning the ruins. “The force has fortified this place. It will use the labyrinth to disorient and divide us. We must stay together.” Emma nodded, gripping the key tightly. “Let’s move.” The labyrinth was a maze of twisting corridors and dead ends, each turn marked by the eerie hum of energy that grew stronger the deeper they ventured. The walls were lined with ancient carvings, their patterns strange and unsettling, as though they had been etched by an unsteady hand.

Still, almost nothing is the same as before. I’m a zombie, the living dead, the supreme specious of the planet, and the leader of one of the largest hordes in North America. I’m one of the Zombie Kings. My job is to keep the peace among zombies, keep my horde fed, and hunt humans for sport. I’m the stuff of Lacey’s nightmares now, and yet somehow, I have to rekindle our relationship so that I’m not forced to use her as a breeder.

'' ''simple I trade your life and the rest of the vampires and werewolves to raise every single goblin '' '' you bastard!!'' ''hush drac cause you'll need all your strength'' Drac and his guards try to attack but Goblin suddenly uses his lightning to take them down, they were being electrocuted badly. he smirks as he watches them ''this is too easy, I have more magic and power than any creature, this is just the beginning''

It was a much more delicate and feminine version of Nik's. Lord Leikos then went back to his position. "Do you agree to be the King and Queen of Mozog?" the old man asked. "I do," we said again. He took a gleaming crown and placed it on top of Nik's head, who bowed down a little. He took another feminine version of the crown and placed it on top of my head as I bowed too, following Nik's lead. "I, Louis IV, Sacerdos of The Great Kingdom of Mozog, announce the new rulers of Mozog," he said, his gravelly voice echoing from the walls. "King Nikolai Volkov and Queen Avalyn Volkov."

Hmm, I couldn't tell how it was hidden but it couldn't be my doing. "When did you first see it?" I asked. Alex squinted his eyes. "When you came to my flat. I thought it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Then, I fell asleep and it was gone. I never saw it again until that night you mated Fesel. It glowed through the French doors and portrayed out the balcony." Rainbow colors had to represent everyone. The King of Kings was the leader of all pods, so all my colors had to reflect all of theirs.

We've been busy lately, and all we can manage are short, stolen moments like this. A slight squeak of the door that we didn't shut all the way warns us we aren't alone. It's Labyrinth, one of King's guard. His eyes make you look twice-one blue, one green. He's also a huge goliath of a man and when you add in beautiful eyes, it's an odd combination. His square jaw, full lips, and lethal persona are common among the Shadow Warriors. Labyrinth, as one of King's guards, is deadly. Though, right now, he just looks sheepish.

He fought the overpowering urge to summon his dragon and hail down fire and brimstone upon Lord Orc and his kind, destroying every single one of them savages. “Good d-day, my dist-tinguis-shed k-kings.” The globin welcomed, sauntering to the front of the cave, his eyes round with mischief. “Today-y, we h-have some rare, m-magical relics for the p-possessions of kings.” A boisterous cheer and applause resounded and the goblin giggled, his head stiff to his neck. “B-bring in the first item-m.” He waved over a younger globin who wheeled in a double-edged silver sword.

He clicked his tongue and shook his head, an amused glint in his eyes. I gulped. “Use it whenever you find yourself in a bind.” He replied nonchalantly, with a wave of his hands. It sounded absurd but I couldn’t possibly refuse his gift. It was a rule in Lycos. NEVER RETURN THE GIFT THAT THE KING GIVES YOU. I bit down on my lower lip, closed my eyes, and resigned with a sigh. When I opened my eyes again, I looked at the King, he tilted his head with his eyebrows corked. “Have something to say to me, Little Penny?” He asked.