Griever Hole Maze Runner Novels & Stories

The Gravel-Lands received them the way the Gravel-Lands received everything — without ceremony, without accommodation, with the flat impartial surface of terrain that had been indifferent to human events for longer than human events had been happening. They came out of the drainage tunnel's surface access in the order they'd run: Sarah first, then Silas supported by Xander, then Marcus from the perimeter route he'd taken separately when the Drive started groaning. Garrett came from the east stairwell access three minutes later with Maya in his arms, running with the committed stride of someone who had been given a single instruction and had followed it completely.

I fall through the ground , feeling my body scrap against the tunnel like slide which I continue to slide down. When I finally reach the bottom , I feel my body covered in gravel. I groan when i try to get up – I feel my body ache all over. When I finally get up and dust myself off , I feel a liquid drip down my leg – I do not have to look at it to know it is blood. However , I look to see the damage , and cry out in pain as see a deep gash in my thigh. I look up , trying to see if it is possible to climb out – it is not. I am faced towards a wall made of white bricks – there are creepers growing along it. I take a moment to think of ways that I could climb out the hole , however something c

"That part's easy. There's only one building in the entire place that requires security clearance, so that's where he'll be." "And if you're wrong?" "We're not." "Just say we all manage to get in and find Nick. How will we all get back out again? It's not like we can walk out the only door with a Taken." "I think Ronnie's planning on using the underground evacuation tunnels." "But the UV lights will kill us!" The evacuation tunnels were the only other way in or out of Quanu, or any of the cities besides the single entry and exit gate. The maze of shoulder high glowing tubes could be accessed through the basement of any government building before joining up to one exit point.

After what felt like an eternity of trials and tribulations, they arrived at a massive stone archway, adorned with ancient symbols and pulsating with an energy that sent a shiver down Amelia's spine. Soren's voice echoed through the silence. "Within lies the final test. The Heartstone calls upon you to prove your worth." As they stepped through the archway, the forest transformed into an ethereal, maze-like labyrinth. The path twisted and turned, shifting its layout with every breath they took. Amelia's heart pounded in her chest as they navigated through the maze, their steps fueled by determination. Suddenly, the maze turned pitch-black, enshrouded in darkness. Panic rose within Amelia, bu

I seize the momentary chaos of the falling masonry, utilizing my agile wolf reflexes to vault over a collapsed bookshelf and dive toward a narrow gap in the burning shelves. I lunge through the burning debris, escaping into an old, disused drainage tunnel just as the entire relic room collapses behind me with a thunderous roar of splintering wood and crashing stone. The heavy iron door and arched masonry cave in completely, sealing Elder Gidheon on the other side of the inferno while leaving me stumbling blindly down the steep, downward-sloping stone tube. The air in the narrow drainage conduit is damp, cool, and blessedly free of toxic smoke, allowing my scorched lungs to expand as I crawl

" No alarms. If the rest of the unit sees Marcus bleeding before the grid is clear, the purists will bolt into the ridge." The lower bypass smelled of old iron and sulfur. Marcus and three of his supply runners had already cleared the first biometric lock when we cut the lights. The dark didn't last three seconds—only long enough for Ezra’s vanguard to drop from the overhead ventilation shafts... It was a slaughter. Marcus was on his back in the shallow water of the drain, his boots kicking uselessly against the rusted grate as I walked up. He had two rounds in his stomach, his hands slick with his own dark blood as he tried to look up at the catwalk.

The entire chamber began to hum as the stone absorbed Kael’s frequency. Suddenly, the floor buckled. A massive, rusted drill-bit, three meters wide and etched with the old Syndicate "Mint" logo, punched through the sub-floor just yards from the Aeron Stone. It wasn't a blind machine. A hatch hissed open, and a Graft-Wraith—a skeletal figure encased in a pressure-suit of ancient brass and dripping oil—stepped out. Its eyes were two glowing green lenses, flickering with a desperate, dying light.

Marcus and Alpha Graham emerged from the darkness, carrying a leftover Zunter-tech rocket launcher, which they fired point-blank straight at Silas's chest. BOOM! Silas was hurled backward by the fiery blast, the eclipse stone flying from his grasp and disappearing into the thick snow. "Zane! Get Inka inside! We're collapsing the tunnel entrance!" Alpha Graham's shout cut through the smoke cloud. Without wasting a single second, Zane snatched my body up into his arms, while Hunter and Seth used the last of their strength to crawl through the iron tunnel door. Marcus pulled the emergency detonator lever on the wall, and the next second, the entire ceiling of the tunnel entrance came crashing d

I stepped onto the rusted ladder, my sneakers slipping slightly on the wet metal rungs as I lowered myself into the dark, damp belly of the packhouse tunnels. The air down here smelled like stagnant water, old mud, and rust. It was pitch black except for the sharp, moving beam of Bellamy’s flashlight. Two of Rohan’s elite guard, Marcus and Jace, dropped down behind me, their heavy boots splashing into the ankle-deep water at the bottom of the trench.

-CLEO’S POV- Run! Cleo, run! Fangrymes Survivor had begun. The gates closed. I sprinted down the dark passageway of the tunnel. Staying ahead of my rivals was vital since I was the number one target. There was a tangible black veil of gloom. A reminder of our date with death. The horrifying sound of ripping flesh resounded through the underground corridor. One, two, three, four different utter shrills and pained howls announced their departure from the land of the living.