Cast Of Maze Runner Scorch Trials นิยาย & เรื่องราว

They made a dash for the back door, Romero keeping his gun trained on their attackers while they retreated step by agonizing step. Scarlett's heart was pounding in her chest as she ran blindly after him. Bullets continued to fly past them and she could hear the sound of splintering wood from walls being hit by gunfire. "Romero! We're not going to make it!" screamed Scarlett over the din of chaos around them. "Don't think like that," grunted Romero through gritted teeth, pulling her towards an old rusted truck parked behind some bushes at the edge of their property. "Just keep moving."

Chapter 84 - Lives are at Stake Meanwhile, back at the Scorpio Pack mansion, the kids were in the middle of a water gun fight. They had even enlisted some of the staff and other pack members in their water gun challenge, and had divided themselves into two teams. On the blue team were Damien, Robin, Beatrice, and Zavier. On the red team were Noel, Allen, Sandra, Alice, and Kendra. Originally, Kendra had wanted to be on Damien’s team, but seeing how the females on the red team outnumbered the males, Damien ordered Kendra to join Noel’s team to even things out.

Several of the girls standing at the top of the pillars shriek and scream as the steadying hands leave their shoulders. I gasp and cry out, reaching for them, but of course no sound comes from my mouth. Orion reaches for me, wrapping a hand around my arm. “Juniper, no,” he says, his voice grave. I turn to him, pulling at his arm, my impulse still to go forward, to stop this, to do something. The Prince shakes his head. “It’s – the Trial has begun. To interrupt it would be death.” He shakes his head, apologetic and devastated. I cry out again, silently, and turn to face the girls, terrified for them.

Lauren remarked, her eyes narrowing with a knowing gleam. Turning her attention towards Elder Orsen, Lauren sought approval and guidance. The wizened elder, a repository of ancient wisdom and keeper of the pack's traditions, nodded sagely. It was a silent acknowledgment that the trial had reached a crucial juncture, and it was time to let the final act unfold. "Let the final trial begin," Lauren proclaimed, her voice echoing with a blend of authority and anticipation. ---- [Mellisa’s trial] I blinked my eyes, trying to make sense of the surreal surroundings. A magnificent castle surrounded me, its grandeur juxtaposed against the haze of confusion clouding my mind. It felt like I'd stepped in

Dark hair, features similar to Zane's – this had to be Luca. "Maya Davis," a smooth voice interrupted her observations. "I don't believe we've met. Donovan Scott." Maya's blood chilled, but she kept her expression neutral as she turned to face him. Tall, distinguished, with cold eyes that seemed to strip away her defenses. "Mr. Scott," she nodded, fighting to keep her voice steady as she remembered what Alex had told her about Elara. "Brave of you to show up tonight," he said, swirling his whiskey. "After yesterday's... entertainment."

Standing behind him was a man I recognized—Khalid, one of the most elite alchemists and scent-trackers in our territory. "Rune," Kayvon said, his voice flat and devoid of hope. "I know you didn't want to believe the scouts. Neither did I. So I brought Khalid here. I had him perform the tests on the remains from the crash site." He didn't even acknowledge Carmen’s presence. I stood up slowly, my legs feeling like they were made of lead. "Proof. I want undeniable proof, Kayvon. I won't accept a pile of ash as her without absolute certainty."

Heat radiated from it like an open furnace, and before I could blink, the forest was gone again. This time, I landed on stone, cracked, ancient, slick with blood that wasn’t mine. The air was heavy, suffocating, echoing with distant screams. Great. “Trial of Strength,” I muttered. “Because the last one wasn’t traumatic enough.” The ground shook and chains rattled and then I saw them. Four figures stepped out from the smoke. Dax. Riven. Zaiden. Zyran. My heart stuttered. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

* "*—there will be no negotiation. No treaty. Only FIRE. Until nothing remains but ash.*" Luna pulled her hands back. Gasping. The connection severed. The Scorchmark went dark. But the heat lingered. As did her father's words. *Save both.* *Or watch everything burn.* Luna stood. Turned. Found Orion, Rhea, Scar, and Seris staring. They had heard nothing. Seen only Luna kneeling on black glass, glowing with demonic light. "What happened?" Orion demanded. Luna looked at him. At his beloved face. At the tether connecting them.

The air around him had grown even more dangerous and oppressive. His shirt collar was slightly open. The familiar tattoo was still there, but a vicious new scar cut across it. As soon as the interview was over, he brought his "clean" little girlfriend, Barbara Granato, here to see the world he ruled. Seeing how close he and Barbara were, I lowered the brim of my hat and tried to melt into the crowd. But Michele suddenly grabbed my wrist. His eyes were cold. "Why are you running?" he asked coldly, tugging his collar aside to fully expose the tattoo. "Aren't you going to look at the mark you left back then?"

They were twitching, their eyes rolling behind closed lids as the simulation struggled to reboot without its battery. "We crashed it," Kael said, coughing as he crawled toward me. He reached out, and for the first time in seventeen lifetimes, our skin touched without a glitch. His hand was thin, his pulse was erratic, but he was there. "We actually crashed it." "Maya! Kael!" A door at the end of the hall hissed open. A group of people ran in. They weren't vampires or wolves, but scavengers dressed in heavy, reinforced rags and breathing masks. At their head was Sela.