Greenies Maze Runner Novels & Stories

<<54>> * There will always be a way out. * **** ------- Mia ------- It's already the fifth day since we've been in the forest. I knew the path we took would be long... But I never would have thought it would be this long... So long that I couldn't comprehend it any more. Though it looked like we've gotten to the middle of it, it seemed like it never ends. Somehow... We found water and wild fruits which we've been surviving on.

I roll my eyes. “Fine,” was all I said as I slammed the door into his face, breaking his nose. “Sorry,” I then pushed him over, and I ran out of the basement door and up the basement stairs and out the empty ruins of the Greenwood Castle in a part of the woods I didn’t recognize. I had to keep running, I didn’t know when the rest of the greenwood family would be paying a visit to their castle in the woods. They’ve been talking for years about calming back the land that their beautiful castle in ruins stood, and to bring it back to life.

I stepped inside, the automated voice from earlier boomed and crackled to life from hidden speakers once again, confirming my challenge. "Student No. 13, Ruby Fridays, now that you finally decided to stepped your shoes in this treacherous place, now ahead of you lies a maze of twisty passages, all alike, dimly lit by torches that emit a putrid green glow. The path you must follow to successfully complete the first mission, is convoluted and obscure, designed to confound even the most logical of minds..."

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

The walkway begins to incline and Van knows that they are going higher. “We’re here,” Grizzlebark reminded. Like an automated door that opens when someone is entering, the leaves move to make a way for him. And from there Van now sees the whole place. There is actually a giant maze hidden in the forest. Due to the wall of trees blocking the view, the maze is not visible on the ground. In the middle of the maze is a large rotating hole, like a swirling eye of a vortex. A giant hourglass is suspended above the maze. “The hole will lead you out of this place,” Grizzlebark explained, “but you must cross the woods first to reach the maze. Just remember to keep going forward and do not look back.”

"And the maze is designed to break whatever is left of your sanity. The corridors span miles. There are traps. There are echoes of your past. And there are no clocks. You could be down here for days. There is a bottle of water and three protein bars in the chest in front of you. You will hunt each other in the dark until one of you stops breathing. Welcome to the Abyss." The PA system clicked off. It left behind a heavy, crushing silence, broken only by the distant, rhythmic dripping of water. I stood alone in the pool of light. I was bleeding, barefoot, and stripped of the intoxicating power I had held in the Conservatory. I was at the bottom of the world, hunted by a lethal operative in a

We stood in the entrance of the maze now, the cold gusts shaking the leaves on the thick hedges and tall trees surrounding us. This labyrinth was older than me. But still beautiful. Sublime. Grand. I couldn't say the same for the inside, though. At this point it must be soiled and rotten to the core—especially because of the scum hiding inside who thought the world should revolve around them and their perpetual greed. "Send Blondie home," I murmured after glancing at Queasy Country Boy. "Looks like he's gonna barf and pass out." "Nah. They've been briefed. All good." Alessio stood closer to me. "You wanna go ahead?"

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

The ground seemed to tilt beneath my feet, but I forced a bright smile, desperate not to look pathetic in front of him. "That was amazing!" I gasped, wiping a strand of hair from my sweaty forehead. "That's just the warmup," Jaxon replied smoothly, his eyes locked onto mine. "Come on. Let's hit the Horror Maze." The horror place was housed inside a dimly lit tent at the back of the grounds. The entrance was shaped like a giant, distorted skull, breathing out thick fog. The moment we stepped inside, total darkness swallowed us. The maze was a sensory nightmare. The floors shifted unpredictably beneath our feet, and walls of tattered fabric brushed against my face.