Dashner Maze Runner Novels & Stories

The Labyrinth – Exit Cave Tunnel– Night The labyrinth shook beneath their feet as they ran, the ancient structure groaning like a dying beast. Rocks tumbled from above, and walls split open in bursts of sand and dust. Each step was a gamble—loose rubble, hidden crevices, sudden collapses threatening to swallow them whole. Their torches cut narrow cones of light through the pitch-black tunnel, flickering wildly with every tremor. Boots scraped against damp stone as they dodged debris, breath ragged with fear and adrenaline. Ahead, the faint sound of dripping echoed through the corridor—slow, deliberate, like the cavern itself was counting down to its last breath. They halted at a crossroads i

Slowly, the heat began to subside, and the flames flickered out. When I opened my eyes, the crowd was silent, their faces a mixture of awe and disbelief. Darius stepped forward, his expression unreadable. “You’ve passed the Trial of Flames,” he said. “But that was only the first part.” Of course, it wasn’t over. He gestured toward the edge of the clearing, where a towering structure loomed. It was a massive maze made of thick, twisting branches, its entrance dark and foreboding. “This is the Maze of Shadows,” Darius explained. “Inside, you’ll face illusions meant to break your spirit. You must find the exit without succumbing to the traps within. Only then will you truly earn our trust.”

The second officer yelled from somewhere behind us. We ran on, the both of us too terrified to look back as we dodged the blurring trees, trying to keep our lead. Lance took a shot and missed, his bullet puncturing a tree on our left. My legs screamed at me to slow down but my fear wouldn't let me. I pushed harder and heard Burney do the same, his thudding footsteps echoing in my ears.

"Welcome to the Gauntlet Run. Racers will navigate a three-mile course through the Ravine Sector. Only the top four finishers advance. The rest are disqualified." Disqualified. Such a clean word for what really happened. The course map appeared on the screens. Narrow pathways, collapsing bridges, and a stretch called the Killing Floor where the path split into three routes. According to Ash's intel, only one route was safe. The other two led straight into traps designed to look like accidents. I touched my helmet, feeling the tiny camera Juno had installed. It was active. Recording. "Racers, take your positions." I moved to the starting line. A girl next to me was shaking so badly I could he

He shook his head and then got into the car. "He's sexy when he's mad." I mumbled to myself.

Maya was at my shoulder, eyes sharp, fear compressed into something focused. “You’re not staying behind,” she said. “I wasn’t planning to.” She nodded once. Good. We ran. The ridge opened into a clearing—and there it was. Not Darius. Never Darius. A construct. Wrong-shaped. Borrowed movement. Too many joints doing too much work. It lunged. I shifted mid-stride. The impact shook the ground. Behind me, Maya didn’t scream. She shouted. “ROWAN, LEFT.” I went left. Teeth closed on nothing where my neck had been a heartbeat earlier.

Their voices grew fainter and fainter until Joshua could no longer hear anything at all. Meanwhile, aboard a flight to Francoria, Yara slept peacefully against the window. Cassius was about to drape a blanket over her when she slowly opened her sleepy eyes. "You're awake. Did you sleep well?" Yara smiled and stretched lazily. "I've finally gotten my revenge. I don't think I've ever slept this peacefully before." Cassius smiled. "Yeah. I heard Joshua's legs were too badly damaged to save. They had to amputate both of them. He'll be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life.

The paper vibrated against her palms, the charcoal lines continuously redrawing themselves like ink bleeding across wet paper. "The house is turning into a literal maze," Maya breathed, her hands trembling as she gripped the heavy silver cavalry saber. She kept her eyes locked on the dark, newly formed corridor behind them, half-expecting another tracker to burst through the shifting woodwork. "Does that thing show us where to go?" "Yes, but it's moving as fast as the walls are," Nadia said, her drafting eyes hyper-focused on the geometric runes. She pointed a shaky finger at a pulsing silver node on the map.

The gun’s crack is the last thing I hear before his thoughts are scattered across the floor, his head instantly unmade… painting the floor red, and the first thing that crosses my mind is, “That could have been me.” My knees buckle under the pressure, and I drop like a stone into dust, my wasted muscle twitching and my spirit totally drained from the horror I had just witnessed. Too weak to cry out. I glance at Mr. Hawk on the ground, the tension in his throat stilled, and his neck went rigid as the last breath left his body. “Congratulations, Miss Dora, you have successfully assassinated your opponent as he just stopped jerking." “In a box right under your feet is the antidote. You have to