The Labyrinth Novels & Stories

ARC 20 : Labyrinth's Eternal Claim TRIGGER WARNING: This is explicit adult erotic fiction (18+ only) featuring monster romance with a mythical Minotaur. Contains intense size difference/kink, massive cock/belly bulging, stretching, fear-to-pleasure tra restraint and more. Reader discretion strongly advised ----- My fingers clung onto the moss-slick stone wall. As hauled myself up another ledge. The ancient entrance to the Labyrinth of Thalor . But I’d already slipped past the rusted iron gates hours ago.

An old frail woman with milky eyes that seemed to see everything and nothing at once. "Candidates," King Theron's voice rang out across the courtyard. "You have proven your strength in combat. Now you will prove something far more difficult… the strength of your character, the leadership trial.." He gestured to the labyrinth behind him. "The Labyrinth of Mirrors is an ancient construction, built by the first Lycan seers. It is not merely a physical maze, but a magical one. As you navigate its halls, it will show you truths about yourself. Memories. Fears. The parts of yourself you hide even from your own consciousness."

The torn muscles in my back hurt even more as I dragged my helpless body away from the clearing. I didn’t look back. I could hear the two men growling and roaring as they fought in the rain. Their violent struggle was so loud that it covered the sound of me dragging myself across the wet gravel. Ten yards. Then twenty. Ahead of me, the huge iron gates of the Royal Labyrinth appeared through the fog. The maze covered ten acres of land and was filled with tall, tightly packed hedges made of blackthorn and yew trees. The Empress had originally built it to entertain her guests during the summer solstice.

Her eyes travel further afield, to the heart of the forest, where a nimbus of brilliant silver blooms in the shadows. She smiles as the cold wind tugs on her hair, and she sends a tune out along the breeze, towards the silvery light. The oldest song she can remember. A lullaby. Soon, she’ll be free. She’ll destroy it. Music made magic, the chain unbroken for a thousand years. All the players are assembled. The hour is late. The first move is hers. Let the game begin. Author’s Note Hi! I’m Saskia Snow, the author of Fable. The saga continues with Book Two, Lullaby.

"What do you mean?" I closed my eyes, focusing on that inexplicable feeling, searching for clarity amidst the chaos. And then it hit me—a memory, buried deep within the recesses of my mind, resurfacing with newfound clarity. "The labyrinth," I began, my voice steadier now. "It's not just a maze. It's alive." Sarah's brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean, alive?" "The labyrinth is sentient," I explained, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place. "It's not just a series of passageways. It's a living entity, responding to our every move."

Each hurdle they overcame solidified their unity, and their unyielding determination to conquer the labyrinth together never wavered. The deeper they delved, the more apparent it became that the labyrinth held a greater purpose. Its ancient walls whispered tales of forgotten wisdom and hidden truths, its mysteries intertwining with their own journey. Leori and Adonis, ever vigilant, absorbed the knowledge that the labyrinth had to offer, recognizing the significance of the lessons embedded within its depths. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of trials and tribulations, they reached the hea

Isaac asked her out the next week. Mind back at the corridor, I rushed my pace and then quickly turned into the lab area. My destination was just a few feet ahead, I knew because I had already come here a couple of times. Or maybe just one. A nauseous feeling washed over me and suddenly the corridor seemed to narrow and lengthen before my eyes. The door appeared to be more and more distant and smaller, and a sensation of vertigo started to take control over my body. The words that I had just read minutes ago wandering again inside my head. Work together. Great collaboration. Oh, God.

After weeks of therapy and consultations from doctors and assuring them that his memory will come back slowly, both went abroad and settled there. One's happiness is another's misery is true. While Lorraine is being happy with the company of the lawyer, here is Cassandra, who almost lost her child, grieving all day and nights, wearing a black dress, and was never seen smiling ever since the day that she lost Imman. After a few months, she gave birth not only to one but two children - a boy and a girl which she named Ivan Immanuel and Isabela respectively. The twins both have the same features as their father and their older brother.

Sebastian held out his hand in front of his companions. Luna nodded and just listened to what they were saying as they sat around the spacious and large room. “That competition was called ᜀᜅ᜔ᜀᜅ᜔ ᜋᜎᜃᜐ᜔,” Lucy said. They continued to impart knowledge about the palace to the princess. She still listened to their stories even though she was reading books about their kingdom. Luna felt at ease, she felt safe with new acquaintances. From day one she already considered them as her friends. She realized that she's no longer alone because there are actually people waiting for her and wants to get to know her.

They are almost in the center of labyrinth while the other team are struggling fighting the danger beasts they are facing because they have no teamwork. “Those danger beasts are just illusions. I also put middle-ranking demons in the labyrinth. I get the idea from the concept of my late mother’s writing simulation magic. I can also create those kind of illusions using Mind Magic. That’s why that labyrinth is named the Labyrinth of Phantasm because it’s full of illusions that become true to the eyes and mind of the targets. Archmaster Leonard was the one who helped me in adapting my mother’s spell and developing it furthermore,”