Romans & histoires The Scion Of The Labyrinth City

Suddenly, the air grew thick with tension as an ominous presence seemed to materialize around us, suffusing the labyrinth with an oppressive energy. A shadowy figure emerged from the darkness, its form indistinct yet unmistakably malevolent. "Welcome, travelers," it hissed, its voice echoing eerily through the corridors. "You have ventured far, but your journey ends here." Sophia stepped forward defiantly, her eyes blazing with determination. "We won't be intimidated by you," she declared, her voice steady despite the rising sense of dread. The figure chuckled darkly, its laughter sending shivers down our spines. "You underestimate the power of the labyrinth," it taunted. "You may have come

Scar wonders, “I thought they couldn’t wait to leave.” “Apparently,” Silco grins, “Some pretty sight in the city made them linger.” When he says that, his eyes land on Scar tauntingly. Scar doesn’t see, but Lilith, high on alert because of her huge discovery, doesn’t miss it. Not sure why or what, Lilith feels like the sight Silco talked about is Scar, as if he knows something about Scar that Scar doesn’t even know herself. Who IS he?

"The machine... it is not protecting him. It is eating him." I didn't wait for him to finish. I sprinted toward the center of the labyrinth, leaping over moving gears and dodging the steam that hissed from the vents. The city was dying. The sky above was tearing open, revealing the cold, dark void that waited to swallow us whole. I reached the core. It was a massive, rotating sphere of light, and inside it, curled into a ball, was Kael. He looked small. He looked exhausted. His chest was rising and falling in perfect sync with the heartbeat of the city.

Scrunching up my nose, I look around the room, wondering why I couldn't sense any heartbeat. My eyes move from the pool of blood soaking the floor to its source. On the ground lies a dead body of a woman, put in a position that tells me she had fought for her life til her last dying breath. The expression on her face is gruesome. She looked like she had died a miserable death, and fresh tears escaped her eyes even as she breathed her last breath. Moving closer, I stopped recognizing the girl. She's the Alpha's daughter. I look up instantly, hearing soft growling inches away from the girl. Only for my eyes to widen when they land on a pair of familiar eyes. They're blood red. And there's ni m

He hardly lost his cool on a lady before, but her soft giggle had instilled a strange rush of emotions in him which he was quick to cover up with an anger filled move. Determined not to think about her again, he pushed his mind to the matter at hand, letting his anger surface again as the building came into view. The dungeon was faintly lighted with few sticks of fire on the passage. Already used to the bloody smell of this dungeon, he made his way through the already opened iron protectors, into the dungeon where Lucio sat on an iron chair with his body covered with bloody sores. Lucio turned weakly to look at his boss, and fringed from fear. Everyone fears him and they were right to.

“The plan stays the same. Find out when and how he plans to attack the werewolf clans. Connor will return for you at a time and date yet to be agreed. I’ll get word to you, via Simone if necessary. Stay positive, girl. It’s all any of us can do. And remember, Willow may not even have a future if you aren’t successful.” “What do you mean?” I gasped. “A world ruled by Lycan Adam is no place for someone like her.” It was Connor who marched me across to the single storey building in the suburbs of an unknown city. I had heard it said there were several of these auction houses – a chain, in fact – scattered across Dahoma Territory. “I called ahead,” he told the frosty faced woman who opened up. “

"This will pose new problems." Lyle nodded. "I've taken precautions. The mating is new. As long as we keep her cloaked, he would never find her." Sabine nodded. "Good. Wouldn't want to risk her escaping would I?" She took one look at Lori again. There was something peculiar about her scent. Something very familiar. A scent she knew. She circled her, taking in as much of the scent as she could and then stopped when it hit her. She was not human. She was nephilim.

Turning on her heel, Scout pushed open the door and stepped out into the main corridor of the Infirmary. The personal Omega Nixon had assigned to her was waiting exactly where she had left her. The woman bowed instantly. "Are you ready for the dining room now, Luna?" "Yes," Scout said, though her appetite was completely gone. "Lead the way." They walked through the grand corridors, the morning sun now high enough to illuminate the intricate tapestries lining the walls. Every face they passed seemed to blur together. Scout kept seeing the image of the dark red liquid in the vial. A family bound by blood, torn apart by a hunger for power.

💔Hidden Scars💔 (😱😵More Unraveled Secrets😵😱) By: Kã Mä Râ . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . #Season_2: ✨Episode 17✨ . . 💋Harley💋 "Harley, you sure you fine going in there alone?". "Lionel. I'm fine". I reassured him. "I just don't trust that Gael guy".

Members of the Coven’s forces were stationed at various points around the city around the building we were in. “This is called scrying,” Lucian said in my mind. “I’m a living conduit of the barrier right now which means I can see so to speak. I’m leading you all to search for the Blue Moon jerks. Unfortunately, Lucy… you’re the best magnet for this… You and Duke.”