Homestead Maze Runner Novels & Stories

"It's you being brave!" My chest tightened. "It's beautiful, sweetheart." "Uncle Jack says you're the bravest rider he knows. He says you can outrun anything." If only that were true. Later that evening, after Eli had fallen asleep curled between Sable and Big Mike during movie night, I finally made it to my room to check the package Tommy had mentioned. It was small, unmarked, with no return address. Inside was a burner phone and a single message: "They're moving north. Time to run again. - A friend."

I answered for her. "All part of the plan, make them think they are invincible, then take them down when they least expect it," Maze said. We watched as the bounty hunter made his way toward his prey. He pushed his way through a mass of drug-filled dancers to get to the fat enforcer who was having the time of his life. Maze brought out a small walkie-talkie and spoke one word into it. "Now." The music changed into fast-paced electro dance music and the lights faded revealing the glowing walls of light. The dancing and jumping got faster and rougher, disorienting the bounty hunter.

Pushing me down the route it wants me to take. Jim was panting and his lungs were beginning to burn. He wasn’t in the best shape and the running was taking its toll. Halfway down the new path he saw the grave. He recognised it instantly. The gravestone was unique; Jim knew every inch of it intimately. The moment he saw it he knew why the thing in the ground had guided him here.

It is better to go unnoticed as if it were a shadow. I go through the undergrowth that lines the street, careful not to make noise. I move quickly to go to the head of the caravan. Then we come to a camp with several tents. The marchers line up waiting to be seen. Apparently, Einar is so desperate for the Outcasts to fill his dungeon that even at this hour they have personnel available to recruit them.

She winked at me and I giggled. I heard Hunter let out a frustrated sigh before pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket. "Take Ava to her parents. They've been relocated, and it's safer there than resorting to the outskirts of this town," Reluctantly, Axel took the paper and read its contents. "249 Moonlight Lane, Silverwood Georgia," Axel read, making my brows shoot up to my hairline. But that's already in the Cruelcrest Hounds Pack's territory! "I have something I need to take care of," Hunter said as if in a hurry. And with that he spun on his heel and began to walk towards the door when he stopped

Racing towards my teams trap I didn’t notice when he appeared Infront of me, skidding to a stop I dropped down and narrowly avoided his clutches, I rolled to the side jumped up and got close enough to my team to know that he was surrounded. Our target Prince Dagon was a ruthless killer and thousands of years old, not that he showed it. I braced myself for his attack, but he paused and looked at me, confused. “Why do you run from me? You are my Bride.”

The last hunter that went after the nest took five men with him, and only he limped out of there a few pints of blood short but alive. And like the idiot he is, Blaine was right on my tail. They’ve already managed to shoot out my tail lights. At least I’ve managed to prevent them from taking out a tire. I could see the lights of El Delirio up ahead. It looks like luck is on my side as the sun is setting. Perfect, that means the nest will be waking up. I took the chance and rammed my SUV into the side of a barn at the edge of town driving straight through. My risk at least paid off as it was where the nest was squatting. And like shaking a hornet’s nest, I just pissed them off.

If she could not succeed on her escape, her life will be in danger! Fortunately, Jake took a different path and looked at the other areas. Her shoulders sagged in relief. Then, she looked around again. The garden was like a maze. This is Jane’s house garden, and she’s aware that it is not suspicious that her family owned a huge properties such as this. The trees and bushes are framed perfectly, providing share upon visitors, and even giving sought privacy. But for Maxine, this could be a hellish escape room. ‘Now, I know why Jenny took me here,’ she cried.

Just as more infected burst out from the darkness, their yellow teeth shining like the sun, I get up and run as fast as I can. The hoard chasing after me, I turn around to fire off some shots. My shots not slowing the hoard down at all, I stop only for a second to think which way is out. "This place is a damn maze," I say, looking left and right. "Which way! Which way!" Hearing the hoard as they snarl and get closer, I pick right and start to run again. The hoard following me, I see only more pathways and no exit. With no time to stop, I choose left.

ems civilisation once considered worth transporting across cities. Now it stores Maya, Dex, twelve bottles of water, seven tins of food, one crowbar, and a level of tension that should technically require its own shelf. "Homey," Dex says, looking around. Maya shines her flashlight over the cracked concrete floor. "Yes. Very industrial chic. All it needs is a rug and fewer ways to die."