Homestead Maze Runner の小説・ストーリー

My wolf was shocked and at a loss, even though I was rather uncomfortable, I still quickly got up in pain and rushed to the forest where he was. Along the way, I comforted him while driving and almost crashed into big trees several times. Finally, I arrived at the lawn between the trees. There was no moon. His electric torch was dim. On the ground lying a female warrior, blood flowing all over her body. Darcy sat on the lawn, staring blankly at the corpse on the ground. His hoarse growl trembled slightly: "Ginger, what should I do? I don't want to go to jail. Can you help me?"

She's weak from silver exposure but mobile. We run. Up the stairs. Hunters appearing from everywhere. They were waiting. The illusion wasn't enough. Mordaunt knew. But we're committed now. Tom throws a flashbang. UV light. Blinds the vampire hunters. We push through. Out the west entrance. Into the street. Vehicles screeching. More hunters arriving. "This way!" I lead them into the warehouse maze. Using terrain. Buying seconds. We make it three blocks before they corner us. Twelve hunters. Surrounding us in abandoned factory.

Unlike the White Forest plumbing was simply not a regular feature out here, too rustic and too easily damaged, pipes frequently stolen by thieves. Hearing the tiniest sound of footsteps Halo dropped our small brown and white body to the floor. Hidden by the thick coverage of corn stalks we were downwind and relatively safe. Clanking pails and female humming soon caught my attention. Creeping forward, as slowly as possible, trying to move with the wind’s rusting of the trees we finally spied activity. My heart leapt to see the familiar brown eyes of Martha. Martha herself! Her face remained worn, her expression just as sad as the Cage. Why wasn’t she happier?

Damien. He was already on his way to her house, he could feel the sting from the knife as it plunged into her, it was like he could feel her pain. He knew he was too late for her mother but he wouldn't be too late for her child, Grace. He knew he could get to her, it was as if her last thought came rushing into him, run Grace he heard her voice rush through his head. Slamming on the breaks as he saw her child, about to rush across the road. Grace, she just kept running.

I claim out loud. I sound insane, but I feel like one! The sun is barely rising. It must be no later than seven in the morning; my mother must be serving coffee and freshly baked bread. She’s going to kill me. I run my hands through my hair, which is messy and full of grass. I hastily take it off as I start walking home. As if by magic, my future husband comes to mind: his cold, steely gaze. Today is my wedding! I drop the delicacy and make my escape, desperate, running to my home to shower and try to go unnoticed. I run through the trees, who seem to judge me. The squirrels see me, furious. The birds sing a melody of prejudice and infidelity.

Thorne. He trotted through the maze at a steady pace, ears flicking as he paused to assess the shifting paths. Ember’s eyes widened as she realized parts of the maze moved, not all of it, but in sections, open pathways sealing off while closed ones opened at random. No wonder he has this here. It’s a challenge, a mental exercise. Dorothea quietly put away the dresses and accessories, stealing occasional glances at Ember. When she finished, she approached hesitantly.

"Smash it all!" In the chaos, Gaius instinctively shielded Michelle, snapping at me. "Donna, what are you doing?" Nikki marched over and tossed a deed at him. "Gaius, are you insane? Get out of my house with your mistress!" Michelle's face drained of color. She had moved in assuming everything was set. Yet the property deed on the floor bore Nikki's name.

With everything cleared up, Matt gently pulled away and cleared his throat. "But I didn’t come here to question why you kissed me. I came to bring you this." Matt handed her an envelope he had been carrying. "What is it?" "See for yourself," Matt said with a satisfied smile. Helen pulled out the documents inside. They were the official government records declaring Reynolds LM as a registered company. And she was listed as the sole owner. The dream was finally coming true. "No! Seriously? The company’s legal documents? Finally! Now there’s a legal figure that supports us as a company—and above all, as a social initiative!"

Runes were scratched into the floor, dark and crooked, like they’d been carved by a shaking hand. Inside, candles burned in a rough circle. A half-finished summoning. And a trail leading out the back. “She ran,” one of my hunters muttered. “Or she wants us to think she did,” I said. Either way, we followed. We followed the trail out of the farmhouse, through a stretch of land no one had touched since Jaxson rose to power. The trees here were dead things stripped of bark, clawed as if something had tried to climb out of them.

Midnight Deal The floor below us shook before he could answer. He pushed me behind him and pulled out his gun. He yelled, "Move!" and pulled me toward the secret exit hatch. "What is that, Lucian?" He said, "Tracking beacon." "Damien's drone must have found our trail." As we went down into the cave, a blast behind us shook the ground. The ceiling dusted off, and the tunnel lights flickered, making my ears ring. He grabbed my hand and said, "We're not safe." "He knows."