Greenies Maze Runner Novels & Stories

As soon as we get into the room there she is on a chair all tied up and her body's all red. Jesus, what did they do to her? I smell vervain, there's vervain on the ropes. Why would they do this? "Oh my God!" Marjorie drops her weapon and runs over to her niece. "Rene! Can you hear me? Oh God please!" "Rene?" Chloe mutters as they remove the ropes from her body. Chloe grimaces when she realizes that the ropes are filled with vervain. "Rene, can you hear me?" "Mmhm, bitch is still standing." She murmurs and Marjorie let out a sigh of relief. Chloe smiles and she removes the ropes from her legs. While removing them something catches Chloe's eyes. She looks like she just saw a ghost.

Grayson says arrogantly, tossing me an unconcerned look over his shoulder. Three quaters of the woods has beenn burnt and while it hasn't been reduced to dust, the damage is extensive enough to force us further out to search for food. I find Grayson passed out in the ashes, slashes along his back and arms. At first I panic, thinking he might have suffered a fatal wound, but then he breathes and my eyes cathes the movements of the side of his stomach going in and out. I can't thank his moon enough and I hurry back to the shack- that somehow had managed to stay intact, rummaging through his horde of medicines. I sniff, pulling an digusted face when I sniff a jar of purple powder, moving on to

Within was a room made of glittering panels of glass, full of vibrant plants I’d never seen before. It was a greenhouse, I realized. I stepped inside, succumbing to the plethora of sweet and bitter scents when the door swung shut behind me. Once again trying to reach Draco or Azrael through mind-link, I pressed forward and ventured into the maze of plants. There were bushels of flowers in vast arrays of colors. Some shimmered and sparkled beneath the heavy beams of sunlight pouring through the rippling glass, while others changed colors entirely. Vines capped with spiked leaves crawled up golden trellises, nearly kissing the domed ceiling high above my head.

She pronounced it with invisible air quotes. Maya looked at me, and I could tell she wanted to make a cult joke, but the mood was too strange for it to land. Instead, she just shrugged, and said, “Lead the way, boss.” The greenhouse was set halfway down the bluff, a long hike over switchback paths that cut through groves of rosemary and succulents. From a distance, it looked like a crystal coffin, four walls of ribbed glass that caught the last bits of sun and threw them into rainbows. Tonight, though, the whole structure was pitch black. No lanterns in the walk, no ambient light inside. Even the small path lights that lined the stairs were off.

But I definitely did not eye-rape him. "I am so sorry." I mumbled. Is the universe against me or something? "I wasn't looking and-" Okay, maybe I did a little bit of eye-raping. I mean, who could blame me? He's gorgeous. He has sandy blonde hair with some brown highlights. His face is just... pure perfection. Then I realised something that made me frown. Something that made memories of him come back. His eyes were a shade of forest green. Forest freaking green. Ashton. Oh god. I'm not even kidding, I am going to cry.

Our task: reach the summit before sunset while carrying supplies, signaling our progress to the observers. The maze was treacherous. Sharp rocks, sudden drops, and narrow ledges forced every step to be precise. Daren slipped once, and instinctively, I reached for him, steadying him while keeping our momentum. Liora’s eyes were fixed on a distant marker, calculating the shortest route while avoiding traps. The bond pulsed, guiding my focus, alerting me to subtle shifts in the terrain and the presence of hidden dangers.

Our eyes met as the door shut behind me. The maze of people that blocked my way earlier to reach room 3254 now were not such a hassle for me to surpass. This time around I just let them swallow me whole. As I reach the doors I can see Leah Meyers, the woman at the front desk, looking at me with the same hazed expression as earlier. I locked eyes with her for just a brief second, before I burst through the glass sliding doors as it opened. The weather is quite hot today, unusually hot. A strange ringing sound started to sound in my ears. How strange?

" I looked at the surface feeds. It was chaos. The ruined streets of D.C. were turning into a jungle. Tanks were being crushed by trees. Soldiers were being dragged into the sewers by roots. And in the center of it, marching down Pennsylvania Avenue, was the Boy. He wasn't fighting. He was walking. Every time a shell was fired at him, a wall of vines intercepted it. Every time a soldier aimed at him, a Green Child dropped from a lamppost and silenced them. He was the King on the chessboard. The Green Army was his pawns. "He's coming for the drill," I said. "Deploy the Elite Guard," I ordered. "The Peacekeepers. All of them. Hold the steps of the Citadel." "General," the Engineer interrupted.

As we ventured further into the wilderness, the scorching sun beat down on us, its relentless heat making us sweat. Aret had packed her white hair into a practical ponytail to keep cool, while Nova had plaited her hair into two braids, a sensible choice for our current situation. "Guys!" Nova suddenly pointed ahead, her finger directed at what appeared to be a greenhouse shimmering in the distance, about a mile away from us. "Looks like a greenhouse." Hope flickered in our eyes as we quickened our pace toward the structure. Greenhouses often meant a potential source of freshwater and maybe even more food. It was a rare find in the unforgiving arena of the Hunger Games.

I had no time to even process anything. Cael crouched by the central table where a rough map of standard maze layouts had been carved into wood. “Listen carefully,” he said. “The maze changes every sixty seconds. Paths close and new ones open. Somewhere inside are three crest tokens. Each token returned to center earns points. Defensive constructs guard them.” “Constructs meaning?” I asked. “Stone wolves,” Jessie said. I stared at her “Wolves?” She smiled. “Big ones.” Roran, who rarely spoke, grunted. “Hit hard too.”