Glade Maze Runner Novels & Stories

“The entrances are below us, the contestants will enter from the far sides. The exit is opposite. You are welcome to make an inspection, if you wish.” Sure, go in to have a look, suddenly there’s a malfunction in the central computer and we’re trapped in there, fighting for our lives. I’ve been to the movies, I wasn’t going to fall for that one. “I’m fine. I think I can see enough from up here to be able to spot any foul play.” There was a tremendous crash, and part of the cavern wall to my left collapsed. A gush of bright yellow lava flooded through the maze, swamping a large area, knocking down walls and provoking screams from animals that just went from wild to absolutely livid.

“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.

“Sorry to cover you up like this. I know it’s been difficult, but we need you to hang on for a bit longer, so we can sneak past those demons and get you home.” She gave me a sharp nod. I wrapped my arms around her neck and gave her a tight hug. “Thank you.” Glinda sneezed again, and tremors ran across my skin. If she made that noise when we were close to the demons, they would work out exactly what we’d done and attack us with every weapon at their disposal, including their flames. I turned to Griff and raised both brows. “Are you ready?” “You’re going to let her sneak into the tunnel, knowing she might sneeze?” he asked with a scowl.

"We don't have time for riddles. Lead us to the temples." The Emissary nodded, resolve etched on his face. "I'll guide you. But we must be cautious. Ravenswood's agents will stop at nothing." With newfound determination, the team fought off Xaren and the remaining guards. As they escaped the facility, the Emissary guided them through the winding paths, leading them to a hidden glade. The air was alive with an otherworldly energy, and ancient runes glowed with a soft, ethereal light on a massive stone pedestal.

"They’re plants, Elias. Focus on the people with guns." They reached the entrance of the Great Storme Maze, a towering labyrinth of emerald-green yew that stood ten feet high. Inside, the wind died down, but the rain turned the narrow paths into slick trenches of sludge. "Vantrell! I know you're in there!" A woman’s voice, sharp and amplified by a megaphone, echoed over the thunder. "Don't make this difficult! Give us the asset and maybe I'll let you keep your legs this time!"

The maze was a massive labyrinth of towering, twelve-foot-tall evergreen hedges, designed with false turns and hidden silver tokens scattered throughout its winding paths. "Candidates, enter!" the steward commanded. We broke into a run, dispersing into the looming green corridors. I immediately veered toward the eastern wall of the maze, entirely focused on finding the stone archway that led toward the old aqueducts. I wasn't even looking for the silver tokens. I was tracing the outer masonry, running my hand along the cool stone, taking mental notes of guard positions and blind spots. As I turned a tight corner near a marble fountain, my foot caught on an exposed stone root. I stumbled forw

Elara pulled out the jagged glass data shard Marek had given them and pressed it into the manual override slot. The grate didn't just open; it retracted silently, revealing a small, plushly carpeted hallway. The transition was jarring—from the damp, industrial bowels of the mountain to the hyper-luxury of the Thorne Estate. They were inside the East Wing, only two floors below the nursery.

"The purge... It’s looking for a human host. If you touch me, it’ll find you." "I have the key, Kael! Julian said it opens the cages!" Kael let out a choked, bloody laugh. A spray of silver sparks flew from his mouth. "Julian... he didn't tell you the whole truth, did he? The cages aren't doors, Maya. They’re locks. And I’m the tumbler." I reached the line where the golden wheat ended and the grey void began. The air here tasted like copper and ozone.

Even Caya, Suzaine, Almirah, Acanta and the newly awakened Marc were also shocked by what I did. “What the fudge! For what was th—” Glade was no longer able to finish what he was going to say because I threw my heel hard at his face. He was nauseous then just like Raid, he fainted. He slowly fell and laid on the ground. I ran closer to them and I laughed at their looks. "Why did you do that? You are treacherous son of a bit—” Glade weakly protested at me but he was not able to continue cursing me because he totally lost his consciousness. His hand was outstretched and seemed to want to reach me.

"They're gaining on us!" I glanced over my shoulder and saw the swarm of bats, their glowing eyes and sharp fangs closing in on us. Zephyr fired another volley of arrows, but the creatures seemed undeterred. "Faster!" Elijah yelled, his legs pumping as he led us deeper into the compound. We raced through the winding corridors, our lungs burning with the strain. Finally, we reached a massive set of steel doors, a keypad glowing faintly in the darkness. "This is it," Elijah said, his fingers flying over the keypad. "Get ready."