Janson Maze Runner Novels & Stories

Would they? “And yes, watch your steps and body parts of Wolfsbane.” Mr. Hale added at the last before blowing a loud horn to mark the onset of the round. Gianna occupied her set track and barged into the maze instantly. “She was fast.” I heard Noah mutter. My lips curved up. She had to. All the students kept hustling inside the maze protecting their bodies from Wolfsbane, but it wasn’t that easy. Was it?

"To what end?" Jason's voice was cold. "To assassinate Mara before she testifies." My hands tightened on my blade. "This is war now," he said. "No," I whispered. "This is justice." And as I stepped into the moonlight, Mitchell on one side, Jason on the other... I knew what I had to do. We moved before the sun rose. No war drums. No banners. No warning. Only silence, blades, and vengeance. Jason led us through the southern ridge, avoiding the fire paths and signal traps. Mitchell rode beside me, her hood drawn, the dagger strapped to her thigh like a second limb.

“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.”

Tap. Pause. Tap. Tap. Tap. "Zain." Mason snatched the door open without further proof it was his cousin. "Bang." Zain fired his bionic fingers at Mason, the prosthetic lighting up like some strange toy. "You're dead." "This isn't a fucking game." Mason stalked across the room back to the windows that looked out on the side street to Cruz's building. Zain, Travis, and Luke entered the former office suite and stashed their gear along the walls. For them, this was business as usual, even though it was Hannah they were going to rescue. For Mason, this was a new circle of hell.

Jason continued shakily, “I waited. I pretended to be unconscious when they came for me. And when they opened the bars… I fought off the guards with everything I had, stole the keys and fled. Damon’s eyebrow rose slightly. “So you were the only one who managed to escape?” “Yes, Alpha,” Jason answered quickly. “I don’t know what happened to Hector and the others, but I just ran as fast as I could without turning back.” Damon gave him a short nod of approval that made him look relieved enough to cry. Jason inhaled shakily. “The moment I got out, Draco’s guards chased me. I ran through the forest for almost two days. I kept feeling like something was right behind me, and that I thought I was go

“We’re outside! We’re at the extraction point, waiting for you! Get your asses out of there, the timer is ticking!” I looked at Jason, the walls suddenly feeling like they were closing in on us. “Fuck,” I muttered, my voice cracking under the weight of the suffocating heat. “We can’t die here, man. We’re too close.” Jason squinted down the maze of corridors, his eyes darting frantically. “Hold on... I almost remember the layout map of this place. There’s a secondary exit, a service tunnel right through here—” He pointed toward a heavy metal door on the left, but before he could finish the sentence, a sharp crack shattered the air.

“You’re mine. Don’t forget that.” “I know.” Hazel lay back down, staring at the same ceiling. Inside her head she was counting exits, memorizing the weight of the gun he kept under the pillow. The new snake tattoo pulled tight every time she moved. It itched like hell. Back at the Iron Sons compound, Jax paced the strategy room like a caged dog. Maps on the table. Empty beer bottles everywhere. Dagger watched him from the doorway. “Prez, sit the fuck down. You’re wearing a hole in the floor.”

Name the enemy before you defeat them; sell the name afterward. Jason’s body snapped between me and them with infuriating, necessary speed. He took a dart in the shoulder, yanked it free, and slammed it into the shooter’s thigh in a motion that was all drill, no show. The camera man lifted the rig higher, as if resolution equals safety. Jasper hit him like patience finally choosing a target. The equipment cracked. The man folded. Thorn scrambled for the bolt-gun’s magazine with the useful panic of someone who has finally been given an obvious job.

Jason stood up straight and grabbed her arm and led her through the door way like nothing ever happened. Amaris tried to look back at him, but her held her upper arm out and in front of him like he could not wait to get rid of this thing he disliked. Once inside the huge doors, Amaris could see that they led to an enormous underground cavern. There was a large staging area directly inside the doors, and then it opened out to another large arena, but this one held a maze of large hedges and vines. There were three sets of seating areas, one on either side and at the far end there was more seating with a raised box in the middle. Even from this distance, Amaris could tell that the vampires

Taking a deep breath, I continued after I straightened my back, “Those are what I was able to find so far. There is a blueprint of the mine, a couple houses that look more like torture locations and the tunnel system Jared had.” “Tunnel system?” Jaxson asked, much calmer but still strained. “Yes, there are tunnels that snake out from his packhouse and move around. One even ends up at the mine.” I pointed to the blueprint that fell on the floor. Jaxson bent down and picked it up. I noticed his hand was clenched on the table and his whole body was tense. He was feeling anxious, strained and restless. Something happened in the cells that isn’t sitting well with him. “What’s going on?”