Audiobook Maze Runner Novels & Stories

"And the maze is designed to break whatever is left of your sanity. The corridors span miles. There are traps. There are echoes of your past. And there are no clocks. You could be down here for days. There is a bottle of water and three protein bars in the chest in front of you. You will hunt each other in the dark until one of you stops breathing. Welcome to the Abyss." The PA system clicked off. It left behind a heavy, crushing silence, broken only by the distant, rhythmic dripping of water. I stood alone in the pool of light. I was bleeding, barefoot, and stripped of the intoxicating power I had held in the Conservatory. I was at the bottom of the world, hunted by a lethal operative in a

He said. I opened the box with shaky hands. I saw what was inside and I could not believe my eyes. It was all series The Maze Runner books and they were even signed by the writer. I looked up with wide eyes at Andrew. I couldn't believe it. He just made my day. "Whaaaattttt! Omg what, how did you-...". I rambled. He genuinely smiled at me.

Then I remembered where I was - The tournament. It was the Maze of Runes. "Move!" Cael shouted. The rest of the team moved forward immediately. We started running. I followed them deeper into the maze while Jessie ran beside me. Her breathing was uneven from the sprint, but her eyes were shining with excitement. "That was insane," she said. I shook my head "I wasn't even sure it would work." "But it did." I glanced back briefly. The first chamber was already sealing itself behind us. The massive stone door slowly closed with a loud sound that echoed throughout the maze. I noticed as silver symbols rearranged themselves across the surface then they vanished completely.

I whine, rubbing my eyes–partially blinded, I think. Kaleb shushes me, giving me a tender squeeze on the back of the neck, then crouches to adjust the laces holding my sandals to my feet. My vision begins to clear, and I gasp, my chest convulsing, as walls of thick trees and vines rise in the near distance, a gaping, yawning entrance to the maze completely shrouded in shadows. I can’t hear the crowd. I can’t see any spectators. In fact, it’s… quiet. Unnervingly so.

“What is it?” She looked at him. “A maze.” Kai groaned loudly. “Of course it is.” The wall suddenly split open. A dark corridor stretched ahead. Covered in rust. Dripping water. Low whispers echoed from inside. Tess grabbed Lena. “I don’t want to go.” Lena looked at her. “We don’t have a choice.” The white screen flashed above them. COMPLETE THE MAZE OR REMAIN BURIED Noah looked offended. “That feels unnecessarily aggressive.”

Maze follows behind being her usual stoic self, with the exception of the slight blush staining her cheeks. “Ah, about the eh Royal shit,” Elion says so eloquently. Rush nods thoughtfully, “I would love to hear this story, but we need to concentrate on finding our daughter.” Alice makes another two drinks before joining us. “I second that,” Alice says, taking a seat next to Maze. “They need to know about Blood Rune and the Royals.” Maze mind links me. I nod. “What did I miss?” Elion asks, scrutinizing both Maze and me.

I shook my head at the ridiculous thoughts my mind always decided to push on me in times of worry, pushing away from the door and turning my attention to the room. I spotted the giant bookshelf behind Garren's desk and walked over to it. I randomly picked a book and plopped myself down into Garren's chair. The sweet smell of smoke and fresh rain wrapped around me, sending a calming wave through me. I opened the book and started to read. It was a book about Dragon history, and to my surprise, it was in English. Though, some parts had symbols and phrases that were in an old dialect I had never seen before. An hour passed, and despite how fascinating the book was, my mind kept drifting back to

She forgot the names of bones, the names of heart medicines. “Stay focused!” Gabe shouted from behind. He didn’t follow them inside. “Keep your mind on the seed! Remember the Hunger!” Then, in the golden steam, a shape formed—the Auditor. Not a student or a businessman now. He was made of glowing metal, eyes spinning like clocks. “You’re late for the harvest, June Avery,” the Auditor boomed. His voice was a thousand metal pipes crashing together. “The dough has risen. The world’s ready to be eaten.”

“We improvise it live.” Pauly handed her a slim, battered paperback—Mockingbird, cover worn, pages gutted to hold a wafer-thin transceiver and a micro-SD slot. “Your new copy. Same weight as the real one. Press the title twice if you’re burned; it wipes your last three hours and plays an audiobook. Press the author twice and it pings us with location.” She slid the book into her tote without looking. “And if I press the spine?” “It complains about being objectified,” Pauly said.

“Emily!” I can hear them...muffled, panicked. “Raven!” Noah’s voice is raw. “Follow the maze! We’ll come around and find you!” Emily shouts something, but the wall thickens, swallowing her voice. My heart pounds. I turn and start moving, fast, down the narrow path of the maze. The hay walls feel too tall, too close, too suffocating. My magic sparks against my skin, frantic and hot. Left turn. Right turn. Another turn. Dead end.