Griever Hole Maze Runner Novels & Stories

Sadly, it wasn’t meant to be as the screams get louder before another long whistle blows making me think they got hurt, or worse. Just then another horn sounds off. This one lower and almost baritone, like a foghorn. Then the sound of rocks shifting could be heard, like an earthquake as the walls begin to move on their own. Some lifting while others shifting into weird angles. Kinda like the hunger games, and the weird terrane that tries to kill you as I'm forced into a different passage before it could crush me. What in the world? Moving walls? Are we suddenly in Panem? "For crying out loud” I yell more to myself than to anyone else, realizing this game wouldn’t be considered fair. As this

the figure said. They looked. Beneath the cracks in the earth, something was moving. Something massive. Something that hadn't seen the light of day in thousands of years. "It's not a drone," Richard whispered, his face turning grey. "No," Joshua said. "It’s a Gravekeeper." The first Gravekeeper clawed its way out of the earth, its metal limbs grinding against the stone. It stood ten feet tall, its eyes burning with a cold, blue fire that made the drones look like candles.

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.”

Mia gave a smile and it was now her turn to go through the doors. Mia loved this run the most, it was named after a huge gorge that you had to climb up and back down at different parts, plus there was part where you had to make a 2meter jump over a huge cavern that was at least 50 meters deep. It was exhilarating. The landscape was dry and rocky, it looked kind of like desert but was freezing cold not scorching hot. There was almost no plant life and a few animals, mainly of the small scuttling kind, but it was extremely rare to see anything on a run.

And in the middle of the gorge pulsated a weak, amber-coloured Light. “That’s not Theta,” said Kael and grabbed his rifle. He opened the door. ‘The is a trap.” When we got out of the Rover, a wave of extreme heat struck us. The Soil before us suddenly began to tremble. dust and ashes fell into the mouth of the Gorge, and from the darkness beneath us a sound rose up, which sounded like thousand mechanical insects that at the same time beat their wings. “Look at this,” I whispered and pointed to the edge of the canyon.

"Mara, where’s the hole? Where is the rebel line?" "Two blocks down. There’s an old geothermal vent hidden behind the abandoned cannery. It leads straight to the 'Mother’s Shadow'—the rebel outpost," Mara said, already blurring into a run. "But it’s a tight squeeze, and the air is 180 degrees. If the Void flares up while we’re in those tunnels, we won't just be caught. We’ll be cooked into the walls."

My father’s foresight, his love, guiding me even now. “Liam, there!” I whispered, nodding toward the crevice. He nodded, his strength fading but his love unyielding, pulling me toward it as my mother covered us, firing at Dr. Ellis. But plot twist two: the crevice wasn’t an exit—it was a trap, a rigged chamber my father had designed, its floor dropping away to reveal a steel vault, its door etched with Orion’s stars. A screen blinked inside, demanding the drives, a final test of the cipher.

The air inside was cool and damp, and the walls were lined with glowing crystals that illuminated the path. As they ventured deeper into the cave, they encountered various earth-based traps and obstacles. Allan used his shadows to create pathways through the traps, and Alex manipulated the rock, creating safe passages. The traps were intricate and deadly, designed to thwart any who dared to seek the Earth Relic. Sharp spikes of rock shot up from the ground, and deep chasms opened beneath their feet. Allan’s shadows allowed him to sense the traps before they were triggered, guiding the group through the treacherous terrain. Alex’s manipulation of the earth allowed him to create bridges over t

He would turn corners and zig zag, creating a fucked up trail for Mortas to try and follow. "It seems that Mortas has a liking for you. I'll hide you deeply within my dungeon. It'll take him weeks to find you in these tunnels and by then you'll have withered into an empty dead shell," he said with joy and I swallowed uncomfortably as I continued to spit ever so often upon the ground. I wasn't stupid and knew Mortas could smell my blood. Hopefully he'd find me before I actually starved to death. It would take a while because technically I'm immortal but still needed nutrients to remain alive. Starving would be a very long and painful death. The further Drorzon traveled down into the depths th

Thank you all for reading my book. This is my second book on good novel and I hope you all enjoy it. 'Quagmire' is a romance novel which possesses a lot of twists, turns, complications but still enough romance to keep it interesting and thrilling. The book is an entire work of fiction and is not intended to make mockery or downgrade any kind of individual.