Games Maze Runner Novels & Stories

A second later, a sniper fell over the railing, his rifle clattering to the floor. ‎ ‎"How are you doing that?" Vexa gasped, reloading. ‎ ‎"I can see them," I breathed, the magic humming in my blood. "I can see the paths." ‎ ‎"Keep seeing them!" Kaelen roared. "Move!" ‎ ‎We broke cover. ‎ ‎We sprinted through the maze of slot machines. I was the navigator. ‎ ‎"Duck!" I shouted. ‎ ‎Kaelen ducked. A shotgun blast took the head off a statue right where his head had been.

The memory made my cock thicken painfully against my trousers. I poured two fingers of aged whiskey. The crystal glass felt cool against my palm. I carried it to the private office at the back of the suite. One voice command and the wall of monitors flickered to life. The hidden footage loaded instantly. High-definition. Every gasp captured in cruel clarity.

A few sharp kicks with my boot heel, and we were inside. The warehouse was cavernous and empty, our footsteps echoing off concrete floors and steel beams that disappeared into darkness overhead. Shafts of moonlight slanted through broken windows, creating pools of silver light that reminded me uncomfortably of pack lands under a full moon. I found a relatively clean corner behind some abandoned machinery and settled Eli against my side, wrapping my leather jacket around his shoulders. He was quiet for a long time, processing everything that had happened with that serious way he had of thinking through problems.

It looked like he missed all the action since he didn’t really go on missions anymore. But the reminiscence was short lived. Once they all fell to the floor either injured or dead, Malakai and Eden made a run for it. They reached the exit and ran from the place as fast as they could and reached Malakai's car. Normally they wouldn't run but there were at least 100 more or less gang members in there and they were only two. It would be a suicide mission. "Why do you never listen to me?" Malakai yelled when they reached the car and Eden turned around and looked at him with disbelief.

I’m certain I’ve never seen that Bobby guy before, but he looked familiar. Tearing my eyes away from the door, I continue to the kitchen. It’s seven a.m., and after eating mac and cheese last night, Archer and I watched the final Harry Potter movie before falling back asleep. He’s still sound asleep in bed, and I didn’t want to wake him. Trying to avoid a queasy stomach, I’m on the search for crackers. I bend down, looking in the cluttered cabinet filled with nonperishables. The floor creaks behind me and thinking it’s Archer, I spring up, box of crackers in hand.

“There is one flag in the labyrinth. The one who brings it to the front wins.” “Just like that?” one asked. “That’s easy peasy.” “You’ll have to do whatever it takes to survive and get out of the maze. The flag must not be taken from your hands nor must it be broken. There will be traps inside, there will also be people who will combat with you. In this game, you lose if you die. Those who win in the game will enter the Black Auction and will be given a new name and life. Those who fail, will remain living their miserable, wretched lives.”

A large dark mass heaving menacingly at the base of the staircase, Allen grasped his pistol more tightly as progressed towards it warily. The monstrous mass swelling, Allen relaxed marginally as it eventually melted away to reveal Cazer Krane. Several Moon Gate rogues lying unconscious on the ground around him, there were a few amongst them who had fear etched upon their faces. Their lifeless shells frozen in terror, there were a scarce number who had managed to cling desperately onto the last vestiges of air left in their lungs. Cazer, himself wheezing as he stood amidst them, he bore a noticeable injury to his arm and his right temple. Grimacing as he clasped the arm that appeared to hang

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.

Maze smiled awkwardly and anticipated a chance to scold him for choosing such an expensive kind of place to come. As soon as she stepped in the shimmering crystal chandelier dazzled her eyes. She shoved her eyes around, the interior almost left her astonished. The velvety carpet under her feet was so fluffy and rich. She was so busy praising her surrounding that she left behind. She tapped her head as she realized she was lagged behind. She rushed to match his pace. Ryan chuckled seeing Maze gasping for breath next to him,"Did you take part in the marathon? Why are you panting so much?"