Beetle Blade Maze Runner Novels & Stories

I toss a Loud Beetle towards the monster luring it towards the pit. The beetle’s noise blares all throughout this lonely forest. My heart raced as the monster jumped out of its hiding spot. I hurried as I jumped out of the bushes, racing hastily towards the pit. The monster squashed the beetle. I shuddered at the sight of its juice—green in color spread in all directions. I overcame the disgust and charge towards the monster.

Azrael said, closing the link. Blade raced through the woods, his paws hitting the ground as the wind blew through his fur. Blade sniffed the air, trying to familiarize himself with his new surroundings, since he knows he's going to be spending a lot of time here. He leaps over a small stream before dodging around trees, then ducking under a fallen tree that was braced against another. A rabbit raced across his path, and he quickly changed direction and gave chase. His animal instincts kicked into overdrive as he chased the fast little rabbit.

he whispered. A small clear container was inside the box, surrounded by foam while a tiny knife was next to it. It's so small you might not even feel it piercing your skin. The container has chemicals inside that can kill a bear within minutes of exposure and there is no cure for it. A human will die almost instantly. "You can finally kill that son of a bitch mafia boss," Shadow expressed.

We need to move. Beck and Labyrinth hit the stairs of our building. Marinah and Axel are speaking quietly when Beck charges onto the roof. He isn't happy. "They had a vehicle hidden, and Smythe got away. We picked up this guy," he points at the man Labyrinth dumps on the floor. There's a loud groan so I know he's alive. "He pulled a gun on us and decided against pulling the trigger, stupid man." He looks to Axel. "How's Garret?"

I had no time to even process anything. Cael crouched by the central table where a rough map of standard maze layouts had been carved into wood. “Listen carefully,” he said. “The maze changes every sixty seconds. Paths close and new ones open. Somewhere inside are three crest tokens. Each token returned to center earns points. Defensive constructs guard them.” “Constructs meaning?” I asked. “Stone wolves,” Jessie said. I stared at her “Wolves?” She smiled. “Big ones.” Roran, who rarely spoke, grunted. “Hit hard too.”

Every sound out here mattered. We passed the second beacon point, old pine roots and broken bark from when the ruin was burned long ago. Kale dismounted and pressed a rune rod into the earth. He whispered the activation phrase. The ground pulsed gold for a moment. Node two. Two more to complete the circuit. We continued, the forest rising like bones around us, branches clawing at the moonlight. I held the twin‑crescent blade in one hand, runes softly pulsing along the edge. It felt warm, connected.

I needed to find a sharp branch to spear them with and soon. Deciding in a split minute, I turn my back on the fledgling and rush towards a fallen tree I spotted just after leaving the willow tree, hearing the fledgling thrashing around the bushes behind me, hunting me down. I will be a juice box for them soon if I can’t kill them. A snap to my right has me veering a hard left as the fledgling crashes into the spot I just vacated. Without a second thought, I continue sprinting towards the direction I remember the fallen tree being, turning to look back for a split second to see the fledgling stand, looking around confused with what appears to be a branch stuck in their abdomen. Good. This wi

I asked because nothing here is free. “You burned it,” the Beast said. “What you feared most.” It stepped forward, antlers shadowing me like a crown I hadn’t earned. One eye near its jaw opened and looked into my mouth, as if to count the names I refused to say. “One caution,” it added. “The name on the blade is not a leash for her. It is a leash for you.” “I know.” “You do not,” it said, not unkind. “You will.” The seam sealed with a soft hiss. The heat drained from my bones, leaving me lightheaded. I slid the bone blade into the empty scabbard at my hip; the sheath shrank around it like leather remembering an old friend.

Nobody could tell, since Marley's frame was hidden by mine. “Let go.” They growled. “We’ll most likely never see each other again, Sugar.” With my other hand, I grabbed a small silver blade from my pocket. It was as big as a letter opener. Used to inflict delicate wounds. “Just stop right there for a second.” Marley stopped moving, turning their head to see what I wanted, and I used the blade to slice a small line across their ass cheek. “Now everyone will see that ass is mine.” “What the hell, Maverick! You are crazy!” They growled. It would scar into a thin silver line. Barely visible, but I’d know it was there.

He grew taller and taller, feet sinking into the sand until they became roots rushing toward the World Tree. Marcus—the Scarecrow—roared. A wave of green energy shot from the shore and slammed into the golden blade above. The blade froze in the sky, buzzing and trembling with a sound that shattered village windows. "He’s holding it back!" the Auditor whispered, shielding his eyes. But the Reaper wasn’t just that blade. From its shadow, thousands of golden insects poured down, each the size of a car. Their legs looked razor-sharp, made for cutting, and they swarmed toward the village, wings grinding like machinery.