Audiobook Maze Runner Romane & Geschichten

THE LUNA SERIES BOOK ONE: THE RUNAWAY LUNA PROLOGUE Maddison felt the icy raindrops hit the smooth layers of her skin through the flimsy white sundress but none of it mattered. She needed to get away as far as possible from this wretched little town. The rain soaking her to the bone didn’t bother her at all and neither did the starless night. Her feet picked pace against the roadside of the desolate street. She glanced behind her, the approaching car with lights at full tilt as more pain shot through her body as she closed one hand over her bleeding wound on the right side of her stomach. God forbid if the knife had penetrated deep enough. This was absolutely not the time to think; it was t

Our eyes met as the door shut behind me. The maze of people that blocked my way earlier to reach room 3254 now were not such a hassle for me to surpass. This time around I just let them swallow me whole. As I reach the doors I can see Leah Meyers, the woman at the front desk, looking at me with the same hazed expression as earlier. I locked eyes with her for just a brief second, before I burst through the glass sliding doors as it opened. The weather is quite hot today, unusually hot. A strange ringing sound started to sound in my ears. How strange?

“They are the memories. The sealed spells. The frozen moments of the crimes they cataloged. Every single one is waiting to be opened.” Emma lifted her head, her artistic eye catching something the others missed. “The runes on that iron book aren’t still, Evangeline. They’re wriggling, like worms trying to escape the binding.” She pointed toward the third aisle, where the carpet of silver dust wasn't uniform; it was disturbed, moving subtly against the laws of inertia, like a slow-motion ripple spreading across a pond. “Something’s moving,” Cassius confirmed, dropping into a low defensive crouch. “Something that belongs here. Something that hasn't moved in ten thousand years.”

Instead, a tall maze of steel and vines stood at the center, stretching into the trees beyond. A trial of instinct and survival. The rules were simple. Find your way out before sundown. No weapons. No help. The catch? You weren’t alone in the maze. Mara touched my arm before I stepped forward. “This isn’t about speed. It’s about endurance.” I nodded, tightening my ponytail. “I’ve got both.” She smiled. “Then go show them what a rogue can do.” I entered the maze last. The second I stepped in, the shadows swallowed everything. The air was thicker here, laced with magic or memory—I couldn’t tell.

They didn't speak much and so I feel like I should continue my words to break this silence. "I am not that sure about what I am about to say but I've read this in some book I saw in the library. Although the credibility of that book is something I can't guarantee" I sat on the ground and pick up the pencil I had with me. Opening the small book I have, I started to draw on the blank page that is not pure white in color. They just keep silent and let me continue my drawing. "Have you heard about the Heminrey plant?"

Mae, sensing the weight of the silence, filled it with nervous chatter, her voice a desperate attempt to bridge the growing chasm between us, but I tuned her out, my thoughts consumed by the enigmatic figure of Rufus and the elusive book we had yet to discover. As the carriage rolled along, the scenery outside blurred into a kaleidoscope of colours, and I found myself trapped in what felt like a waking nightmare. The tension radiating from Rufus felt like a ticking time bomb, and I had no idea what would happen next. Suddenly, the carriage jolted violently as it hit a pothole in the road, throwing us forward. Mae instinctively reached out, grabbing my arm tightly, her grip a lifeline amid th

A strange relief washed over me, but it didn’t last. We slipped inside the mountain’s mouth, the air cool and heavy with the scent of stone and moss. Our paws echoed softly as we ventured deeper than before, the tunnel narrowing until it opened into a vast chamber. My eyes caught it immediately—a glowing rune carved into the far wall, pulsing with a faint blue light. It was like the others we’d found, perfectly placed, as if someone had mapped out my path long before I was born. I stared at it, my heart pounding. Why were these runes so precise? Each one had shown me a vision, a piece of a puzzle I didn’t understand. Was someone leading me here, knowing I’d come searching? Darius's mouth ope

Turning to Jasper, he asked, “How many came for them.” “It was a crazy blur,” Jasper lamented. “They moved so fast.” Running his hands through his hair while he focused on regulating his breathing, he continued with, “I was on the porch, and I heard them talking. There were quite a few, but I don’t know exactly how many. I raced to the building, but by the time I got there, they were outside and on the run. It was difficult to focus because I was changing.” “Shit,” Marcus cussed.

Where are you? The hedges bent unnaturally around him, paths shifting beneath his feet like a living thing. One moment a corridor stretched straight ahead; the next it curved impossibly back on itself. The maze was fighting him, reshaping itself with every step, as if the very garden didn't want him to reach her. His legs pumped harder, muscles burning. Snow crunched and scattered, each footfall echoing strangely—too loud, then too soft, then silent altogether. The sound bounced off invisible walls, multiplying until it seemed like a dozen desperate men were running through the maze.