Dashner Maze Runner Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 125 ~3RD PERSON’S POV~ Anaya, Derren, and his warrior wolves rushed across each passage, bursting through the large metal walls and cutting straight through the maze. They had run for a while, but the center was still a little far in. The maze was a complicated series of turns that went from sharp turns to curves. “How far is the center supposed to be?” Anaya asked. “Not sure, but we should be there in a few minutes,” Derren replied.

Alerion took the lead, gliding through the narrow paths. “This is a trap waiting to happen,” Caius muttered. “There’s no way they’ll let us walk through this without something screwing us over.” As if the walls heard us, the ground beneath us started to crack and quake. A loud grinding noise echoed through the maze as massive stone slabs began to slide together, closing off paths. “Shit, RUN NOW!” Lysander barked. We bolted, dodging and running through the rapidly shifting maze. My lungs burned with pain, but I forced myself to keep going. A wrong turn could mean getting crushed between the moving walls.

Above each was a screaming banner: RED STREETS RUN MAZE RUN: HARD MODE LAST STAND: SOLO CAPTURE THE CORE PUZZLE GAUNTLET – COOPERATIVE TOWER ASCENT ONE BULLET Under the names, short, enticing blurbs flickered: *High-speed urban chase. Points for takedowns and style.* *Only one exits the maze. All others: ERASED.* *Defend a single point. Survive waves. Crowd votes on boosts or nerfs.* *Crack the code. Save the team.* *One shot. One target. Big payout.* Screens above some stalls replayed highlight reels—fast‑cut footage of previous players sprinting through rusted streets, leaping over barricades, ducking projectiles; silhouettes falling under a hail of fire; someone dangling from a ledge as t

I answered for her. "All part of the plan, make them think they are invincible, then take them down when they least expect it," Maze said. We watched as the bounty hunter made his way toward his prey. He pushed his way through a mass of drug-filled dancers to get to the fat enforcer who was having the time of his life. Maze brought out a small walkie-talkie and spoke one word into it. "Now." The music changed into fast-paced electro dance music and the lights faded revealing the glowing walls of light. The dancing and jumping got faster and rougher, disorienting the bounty hunter.

“Alright. Follow me.” Jesse followed Dr. Aarons. He showed him to Renee’s room. He had to go through the decontamination chamber and then put on gloves, a mask, a gown, and a surgical cap. He slowly walked into the room with Renee. His eyes traveled up the bed and the further he got, the more his eyes filled with tears. Her leg was wrapped in a cast. Although she had a gown on, he could tell there were bandages under it going around her stomach. There were tubes coming out of everywhere it seemed. He watched as the tube in her mouth made her chest rise and fall.

It'll be too late until he reaches there. His heart stuttered. Was she going on a death mission? No! She couldn't fight alone against Alonso. No! No! No! Hunter was already running out of the mansion as he mind-linked Rasmus, Luca, and his warriors.

“Mara, Sam, Lena—watch the runes.” “Got it,” Lena says, light tracing a safe path. “Like the uprising?” “Sneakier,” Raymond says, light guiding us. “We’re close.” The archive’s halls are a maze, walls carved with runes that pulse with dark magic, air thick with dust and old power. A guardian shade lunges, claws slashing, and my shadows tear it apart, ash scattering like snow. “Keep it tight!” I yell, shielding Raymond as another shade strikes, grazing my side, blood dripping hot.

I was too weak, and I could already feel every ounce of life slowly seeping out of my body “This is totally safe, right?” I heard Hazel ask in the distance, but Cain's response never came and my stomach churned. Cain stood in a triangle, as he spoke words I didn't understand. The runes shone red, and just when I thought it was over, Darius began to shake violently. The shadows around him twisted, screamed and clawed in the air as he let go of me. Just like the last time, the air around us stilled, a wave of silence washing over us. My stomach dropped, and just as I was about to shout, a beam of light exploded. Light, not shadow.

“Cat’s Cradle?” Sasha asked incredulously. “That’s right. There’s a total of six designs the maze keeps coming back to. So far, I’ve identified, in this order: Eagle’s Claw, Turtle, and then…” She drew a figure on the palm of Sasha’s glove with her index finger. “That’s the Canoe. Well, at least for children in the northern tribes. What else?” “So, Canoe, then Cup and Saucer, then Cat’s Eye, then Lightning. It goes back to Eagle’s Claw after this.”

I have only 3 days left before miss Lauretta throws me out. I went to collect the bill for his meal,his girlfriend is a talkative. She talks like a parrot,I made to collect it as soon as my hands touched his,I felt a tingling sensation, I quickly took the money and left. He stood up and left. I counted the money,while counting it I saw a note.. "COUNTRY CITY MALL...7PM" Oh my god he left a note,he wanted to see me. I contemplated going. I didn't know him enough but, risks are meant to be taken .