Beetle Blade Maze Runner Novels & Stories

Without hesitation, he pushed open the door and stealthily entered the room, gripping the Golden Baboon Blade Damon had given him. In the quiet, dark room, the blade gleamed. Mackay approached the bed silently. Without a second thought, he aimed the dagger at Adrian’s heart and thrust it downward. The Golden Baboon Blade was made from exceptionally rare material, capable of piercing through ten centimeters of steel, let alone human flesh. “Time for you to meet your maker!” Mackay growled. A sickening squelch echoed through the room as the dagger pierced through the quilt and bed. However, Adrian was nowhere to be seen. In an instant, Mackay’s heart sank. He realized he had fallen into a trap

And she would never leave this god's forgotten place. We reach the main crossroad and as always, I turn left and Keenan goes right. He gives me a soft smile and ruffles my hair playfully, then heads to the butcher to sell the deer's antlers and skin to get some money. I, on the other hand, go straight home.

Jason's eyes-too green, too *hungry*. The girl's beetles crawl through the walls. I grab a knife from the table. --- **The Cut** Jason blocks the door. "Where are you going?" "Away." Eden tugs my arm. "Don't leave, Mom." His fingers melt into beetles. I slash the knife through the air, tearing the cabin's illusion. The walls bleed mercury, the floor dissolving. Jason's face rots, revealing the girl beneath. She hisses, the doll's stitches bursting.

Blaze warned her. "Fuck you, he isn't your mate but mine, this title belongs to me rightfully." Mia sneered, she wasn't going to let a hybrid take her title. "He's mine, you bitch!" His ex ran up to her and scratched her face with her long ass acrylics nails. Mia fight back, punching her face making her nose bleed. She groaned and hold her nose, painfully. Blaze pushed his ex off his mate, Mia sat up and he hugged her tightly.

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

Rose took a deep breath, clutching her ribs—where I knew she must be in pain—before stepping into the maze. The second they crossed the entrance, the timer began. Laser beams activated just a few steps in. The sensors were set to react instantly. Rose moved first—sliding past the first beam, then expertly vaulting over the second. A sharp wince flickered across her face as she twisted between two beams without warning. Before she could fully recover, she dropped into a slide beneath four consecutive beams—the final obstacle. Seconds later, her team caught up. They stood before the red door.

The robot’s chest plate began to drip, molten metal falling to the floor with sizzling plops. “Clear visual!” Willz yelled. Mello, finally finished, held up his sketchbook. He had drawn not a bazooka, but a long, wicked-looking katana with a serrated edge. “I hear you, brother!” Bryan, his energy clearly flagging, gasped out, “Make the final move!” Willz’s scythe appeared in his hands in a swirl of shadow. Mello’s drawing glowed, and the katana materialized before him, dropping into his grip.

The blade goes over my skin, drawing blood, but I barely feel it as I look into Leo’s gorgeous amber eyes. “BEAST!!! THEY’RE COMING!!!” Axe comes barreling through the woods, covered in blood.

he said mockingly, his voice filled with icy amusement. Ramsey’s face contorted with pain, his breath coming in short gasps. He was bleeding heavily, his skin pale, his body growing weaker with each passing second. Dwight returned to his backpack, pulling out another tool: a small, wheeled blade with a razor-sharp edge designed for precise incisions. He crouched down and tore Ramsey’s shirt open, exposing his bare back, now trembling with fear. With a cruel grin, Dwight placed the blade against Ramsey’s skin and traced a deep, vertical line down his spine, cutting through flesh and muscle.

Then I grabbed my sheath for my waist and inserted my seven inch parkerized blade. “Holy Moon Goddess! You look like you are going to war.” Rory squealed. I laughed at her energy. I look over at Aiden who is looking at me with some emotion I cannot name. The last thing I grab is my Kukri Machete. It’s eight inches long and completely black. There is only a thin silver lining along the edge. It’s great for combat, but I am going to slice through some of the targets. “Okay, I’m ready.”