Griever Hole Maze Runner Novels & Stories

Hunter appears seconds later as I place the glass in the sink. He leads me out of the building I have been kept in as we walk down these long, dark tunnels. It’s like a maze, with them veering off right and left. There are ladders that lead to hatches. It’s clear they run the length of the pack. The air is rather cold and I can feel a chill over my exposed skin. I don’t say anything to Hunter. Should I even know these tunnels exist? I’m shocked he hasn’t blindfolded me. I could easily escape … then I notice by one of the hatches there is a fingerprint scanner. Guess that’s why he doesn’t care. Even if I made a break for it, I’m not going anywhere.

"Welcome to the Gauntlet Run. Racers will navigate a three-mile course through the Ravine Sector. Only the top four finishers advance. The rest are disqualified." Disqualified. Such a clean word for what really happened. The course map appeared on the screens. Narrow pathways, collapsing bridges, and a stretch called the Killing Floor where the path split into three routes. According to Ash's intel, only one route was safe. The other two led straight into traps designed to look like accidents. I touched my helmet, feeling the tiny camera Juno had installed. It was active. Recording. "Racers, take your positions." I moved to the starting line. A girl next to me was shaking so badly I could he

Marius looked back and over the dune they were just standing on the tentacles burst through and continued diving in and out of the sand towards them. "Hurry!" he shouted and they ran on eventually reaching the pile of boulders and running in. The spaces made a network of tunnels that they ran through to get to the middle and when the creature showed up it did exactly what they feared it would do; it started squeezing its tentacles into the spaces trying to get them.

The creature recoiled for a split second, distracted by the alien energy. That was the only opening we needed. Ava grabbed Misha’s arm, and we scrambled back, plunging deeper into the cosmic graveyard, the skittering sound of the time-eater echoing in our minds. We didn’t stop running until our lungs burned and the horrifying presence finally faded behind us, leaving us breathless and terrified in the oppressive silence of the God-Eater’s Maw.

I scrambled to my feet and flew down the path taking as many turns as I could to throw the monster off my scent. Could it even smell? I winced as the back of my head began to ache steadily. “Careful!” Faith warned me a second before a loud scream tore from my lips as I fell into a pit. “What the hell?!” I swore in anger. My leg throbbed beneath me from the way I had fallen. “Booby traps? Really!” I yelled at no one in particular and groaned. Already, I could feel tears stinging my eyes. The clock above was ticking steadily. I had no idea how to find my way out of the stupid maze and now, I had fallen into a pit.

Kaelen demanded, his dark eyes scanning the paper with the sharp, calculated intensity of a seasoned killer. "Here, and here," a senior military adviser pointed out, tapping the map. "The main corridors are blocked by cave-ins. You will have to navigate through the secondary ventilation shafts. But you must tread lightly. The first Northern healers heavily trapped these lower levels. They did not want this dark magic falling into the wrong hands. There are weight-sensitive deadfalls and pressure plates buried under the dirt."

Chapter 16: The Intruders The lower granary was a scene of chaos. Two guards lay dead at the entrance, their throats cut. Inside, sacks of grain and wool stores were ablaze. And in the center of the room, a section of the wall had been pried open, revealing a dark, yawning tunnel mouth—the old aqueduct. Standing before it, holding a torch, was a man in Gryffen’s colors, a miner’s pick in his other hand. Around him were five others, armed and fierce. They had done their work and were preparing to flee back into the mountain’s bowels.

The darkness of the abandoned mining tunnels was absolute, save for the faint, steady glow of the phosphorescent fungi clinging to the damp walls. After the metallic shrieking of the Harvester and the suffocating pressure of the EMP grid, the silence here was almost heavy, like a physical blanket.

The fall did not feel like a drop; it felt like a blade slipping into a slot. The grandmother's tough gloves did not pull Elara down into a tunnel; they guided her through a vertical crack in the slate rock of the sixty-first level. Her right arm, a jagged piece of iron was still stuck in the main gears of the frozen machine above. The machines torque screamed through her collarbone like a file on a saw-tooth. A wire in her tongue was a needle locking her jaw tightly against her lower teeth. Her breath came out through her nose in rough whistles of grey steam.

Liam’s boots crunched against the frost-bitten metal grating as he descended into the bowels of the abandoned facility. The air smelled of ozone and decay, a mix that made his stomach churn and his claws twitch with barely contained fury. Somewhere deep inside, a machine hummed, pulsing like the heartbeat of a predator, and Liam could feel it vibrating through his bones. He moved carefully, shadows stretching like claws along the walls, every corner threatening an ambush. He knew this facility—he’d heard the whispers of what Stain and his Purist scientists were capable of—but nothing in his worst imaginings had prepared him for the horrors awaiting below.