Homestead Maze Runner Novels & Stories

The symbols matched those in some books I'd read in the library on ancient witch markings. Hayden continued: "You have exactly forty-eight hours to find your way out. No weapons have been provided. No outside aid will be permitted. The last five to exit will be disqualified from the competition." A beat of silence. Then: "One more thing, while the maze contains many truths, there is one fundamental lie built into its foundation. Discovering it may be your only hope of escape." As the echoes faded, the ground beneath us trembled slightly. Somewhere deep in the maze, stone scraped against stone as pathways began rearranging themselves.

I run as fast as I can without any direction in my mind. Bullets were continuously fired in my direction but I kept on running until all I could hear was my breathing. I have no idea on whose territory I landed. What matters to me is that I am far from those who betrayed me. I am far from everyone who sees me as a criminal. I finally stopped running and hid behind the huge tree. I winced in pain as I pressed my wounded leg to stop it from bleeding. I hadn’t regained my strength yet when I heard footsteps nearing.

“We take them quiet.” They split. Aiden circled left, heart steady, body remembering every drill his father had ever forced into him. He crept up behind one guard and pressed the blade to his throat. A sharp twist—silent, efficient. The man dropped without a sound. Across the yard, Dante did the same, moving with brutal grace. Within seconds, the fence was theirs. Aiden cut the power to the motion grid, and they slipped inside. The lumber yard was vast, all rusted cranes and decaying wood. Beneath it, a metal hatch glinted under the snow. Dante pried it open, revealing a staircase leading underground. Warm air rushed up from below, thick with chemicals and electricity.

“I’m glad to hear that. I’d hate to think someone was that sloppy. Now, did you have a plan for how you wanted to run?” “I found a path we can run through the old resorts gardens. There’s an old maze made of bushes out there. I doubt many will go near it, fearing they’d get trapped within it.” “Not happening. We have half an hour to run out there and then we have space booked to train. I want to test your skills with some of that arsenal you brought with you.” “Really? I’m surprised the emperor didn’t force you to ship them home when you reported to him.”

first challenge in the maze. It was a harpe. She was chained to the ground so she was not able to fly out, but she did have enough to be able to move and get around ten feet into the air. It would allow her to see just over the top of the hedges. Adam had come around the corner and clearly was not expecting something to be in the middle of the path. He skidded to a stop just in time so that he landed backing up on his bottom like a crab. The harpe tried to stretch the chain to reach him, but to no avail. Adam looked back the way he came but the hedge had already melded and closed off the way he had just come from. He know had a choice. Try and get past the harpe to move on, or wait

Plus, time is ticking and we don't have a lot of it left. When we reach the secret hidden entrance across from the water, my heart is in my throat. We have to get in this way or we're going to be shit out of luck. Roberto pulls up to the curb and we all jump out and march over to the well-concealed door that leads into the pitch-black underground maze. Rylan carries a toolbox and Roberto has a sledgehammer.

Above each was a screaming banner: RED STREETS RUN MAZE RUN: HARD MODE LAST STAND: SOLO CAPTURE THE CORE PUZZLE GAUNTLET – COOPERATIVE TOWER ASCENT ONE BULLET Under the names, short, enticing blurbs flickered: *High-speed urban chase. Points for takedowns and style.* *Only one exits the maze. All others: ERASED.* *Defend a single point. Survive waves. Crowd votes on boosts or nerfs.* *Crack the code. Save the team.* *One shot. One target. Big payout.* Screens above some stalls replayed highlight reels—fast‑cut footage of previous players sprinting through rusted streets, leaping over barricades, ducking projectiles; silhouettes falling under a hail of fire; someone dangling from a ledge as t

“What is it?” She looked at him. “A maze.” Kai groaned loudly. “Of course it is.” The wall suddenly split open. A dark corridor stretched ahead. Covered in rust. Dripping water. Low whispers echoed from inside. Tess grabbed Lena. “I don’t want to go.” Lena looked at her. “We don’t have a choice.” The white screen flashed above them. COMPLETE THE MAZE OR REMAIN BURIED Noah looked offended. “That feels unnecessarily aggressive.”

We left the garden half-planted, tomatoes forgotten in their trays. The drive took twelve hours—most of it backroads, old highways stitched across the country like forgotten arteries. The kind of roads only ghosts traveled anymore. We found Reyes in a derelict farmhouse outside Grand Junction. She met us with a rifle in one hand and a blunt in the other. “Well, shit,” she said, lowering the barrel when she saw our faces. “Didn’t think you two were still breathing.” “Surprise,” I said. She led us inside, through a maze of tripwires and signal jammers. The house was wired like a bunker—no signal in or out unless she flipped the switch.