Emerging From The Haze Novels & Stories

Amber Alex, Edison, and I emerge from the maze world, coughing as thick smoke assaults our lungs. We are back in the living room, but something isn’t right. Everyone is coughing, straining to see through the fog, and then staring at us with wide eyes as if not expecting us to be there.

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‘I would recommend biting the wolfsbane tablet,’ I whisper into Haze’s head, ‘They have enchanters. He raises a brow, then the other, grasping my words with a tight fit. His smirk falls. His whole body relaxes. “I am leaving,” I say to Noah, who despite the striking confession of the prisoner only looks at me as I walk towards the door. He does not follow me. I feel him walking up to Haze, as I open the door to leave. There is a soft thud and loud gasps when I shut the door behind me. Haze is dead.

"To rising from the ashes." Natalie clinked her glass gently. "To whatever comes next." And beneath the velvet sky, with the city once again at her feet, Natalie Evans finally felt the fire inside her burn not with rage, but with purpose.

[Present] Damien’s POV There is a green haze covering the whole clearing and the humming is getting louder, but the haze is too thick to clearly see who or what is making the sound, just a dark form in the center. I took a step in to try and get a better view, I realized very quickly I made a mistake.

I simply blocked him, turned off my phone, and continued sleeping. However, afterward, a frantic pounding came from the door. “Coco! Open the door!” When I heard Zach’s familiar voice, I suddenly remembered that I had forgotten to turn off location sharing. His voice was filled with fury, and my mind involuntarily flashed back to the scene of Ruby deliberately falling earlier. Had she really lost the baby? Or had he come because I sold my shares? The next second, the hotel room door was kicked open. Zach stormed in with bloodshot eyes and grabbed me, dragging me outside.

Later that night. Erica whispered the escape plan to Jerry who was filled with amazement. "How come?" He asked. "Don't ask me that, what matters most is that we are living this evil place and Joan would pay for everything evil thing she has done to us" Erica said looking very determined. The next day... The sun was almost going down and Erica was yet to hear anything from the zombie. Suddenly the zombie walked into their room and asked to fall her. They followed her at once and were glad to see the man with the bike who has an iron designed carriage behind.

But it tasted soft and delicious. “We should be awake later, like past eleven,” Einille said after finishing her meal. Vale’s forehead crumpled, “Why so early? They said the jump-off has to be one in the morning. Don’t be too excited,” he teased. “You have seen the influx of hikers now, right? Too many! We have to be early to catch the sea of clouds and the sunrise.” Einille drank a glass of water and went on, “All right, let’s settle on past twelve.”

It was faint, nearly drowned by the wind, rising from the thick, purple-black haze clinging to the rocks just twenty feet below the ledge. Julian froze. "Did you hear that?" "Hear what?" Carl snapped, his eyes darting. "It’s just the wind, Julian. Let's go before the blight gets into our lungs." Hack. Julian ignored him. He slid down a narrow embankment to a stone shelf jutting out over the void. The mist was like acid, smelling of rot and ancient sulfur. "That’s not the wind," Julian shouted, dropping to his stomach and peering into the haze. "John? John, is that you?!"