James Dashner Scorch Trials Novels & Stories

She always did. But the next trial... It wasn’t just a test. It was a graveyard of futures. I crept behind the obsidian ridge, crouched low, my body trembling—not from exhaustion, but from the vision I’d intercepted through the flames. Morwenna’s third trial had begun, and I’d seen it: her scream, my corpse, her blood staining her hands like guilt she couldn’t wash off. It was only a vision, but this place had a cruel way of making fear prophecy.

With trembling hands, he took off his suit jacket and wrapped it tightly around her disheveled form. He grabbed a water bottle from the trunk, soaked a towel, and clumsily began wiping her burning forehead. Just then, a dozen blinding headlights tore through the night. Cars screeched to a halt, surrounding Gavin's vehicle. Dorian leaped from the lead car, a submachine gun in his hands, flanked by dozens of armed members of the Irish mob. A sea of red laser dots painted Gavin’s chest and head. "Let her go!" Dorian's eyes were red, his voice radiating pure killing intent.

I can't do anything, but watch everyone get eaten by the fire. "Fuck you." "I'm sorry," he softly said, his voice has a trace of sadness and worries, but I'm in pain to notice his words, the next thing I knew is getting myself eaten by darkness. "I'll look for you, I promise..." it's the last word I muttered until I lost my consciousness. "Darling, You'll thank me for this."

Anything. What seemed to be perfume came into my grip and I smashed the fragile glass bottle onto his head, causing him to fall straight onto the ground. As a puddle of blood began to form on the marble tiles of my bedroom, coming from his head, I looked down at him with pure hate for the trauma he's caused me over the past decade. That's when I remembered. My sperm donor shitty excuse of a father, Zane, is supposed to be coming here from Italy any minute now. He was supposed to come to the house, probably to criticize my progress in training.

Alpha Asher's Gamma said as he began to talk to an employee. We all then got to pick out what we were gonna wear. We all stuck to black or white for our ensemble. After we paid for our purchases we made our way back to where the girls were. Soon as we got there I saw Alice get attacked by one of the twins. My heart raced and I let out a growl. How dare she attack her Luna! When Tara's foot hit Alice I wanted to step in and rip her to shreds. But Josh reminded me that for Alice this was nothing and let her handle Tara. Alice was a much stronger fighter so this should prove to be easy for her.

I still hadn’t caught her name. “Son, you know what I mean. Look at all these scars. Is it too much to ask for you to think of your mother’s safety? If not my own? I have nearly died to often at the hands of the humans. This can only end in tragedy.” Titus argued with Tadeas. “Son? Father? What am I missing here?” I questioned turning around to Tadeas. “Believing something is easier when you see it first-hand. My mother, Elizabeth.” He pointed to the blue dragon as she bowed her head slightly. “My father Titus.” Tadeas’ voice was more reluctant as he raised his arm towards his father.

As if I ever wanted the chair behind that desk, as if Connor dying on that boat five years ago didn’t prove I destroy everything I touch. I saw the yacht in my head again like it was yesterday; Connor laughing at the rail and me reaching for him when the boom swung wild in the storm. My fingers brushing his shirt and then nothing but water closing over his head. Dad screaming my name like it was my fault the ocean took his favorite son. Like I didn’t dive in after him until my lungs burned and my legs went numb. Like I didn’t almost die trying to drag him back.

Lucian collapsed beside a boulder, exhausted, while Grayson called for the evac team. Elena knelt beside Rose. The girl opened her eyes again. “Am I… one of you?” she asked. Elena nodded. “You’re family.” Rose began to cry. And for the first time, not from pain. **** Later that day, in the ruins of the Blackridge compound, Damien limped through the burning hallways. Blood streaked his arm. His breathing was shallow. He collapsed against a console, hands shaking. From the shadows, a figure emerged.

Alice. I stood up, shaky, and pushed away his hand that tried to help me. "It's too difficult to live without love. "At first, I had my parents' love. Then, I thought your love would be enough for me. "I was wrong. Trusting you cost me so much. "Don't come looking for me, Alexander. It's all over between us." The only sound left in the room was the steady ticking of the machines. I turned away and carefully put the irises into the vase by Mom's bed.

This way you wouldn’t have to put up with me… Yes. You should just lie down and accept that you’re going to get torn to pieces by those monsters, how fitting of an end it is. I mean your family did cut into you and throw you away like you were the dirt on the bottom of their shoes, they wanted you to be bait. They wanted you dead. In their defence I would have done the exact same. That’s exactly what that scar means it’s why you should give up. You were meant to die when they used you. My eyes sting as tears and sweat enter them, I should give up. It would be better for everyone if I just stopped trying. Is that what I should do? Give up? Like a coward?