Lawrence Maze Runner Novels & Stories

she half-yelled and I laughed — a laugh that made Lawrence’s legs wobble. “Come on, Luna — Raze’s body is killer. He surpasses me in every way,” he said. Serra gasped and turned to me. “Really, because Lawrence looks veryyyy h—” she trailed, stretching to reach his abs, but my hands stopped her midway.

A few sharp kicks with my boot heel, and we were inside. The warehouse was cavernous and empty, our footsteps echoing off concrete floors and steel beams that disappeared into darkness overhead. Shafts of moonlight slanted through broken windows, creating pools of silver light that reminded me uncomfortably of pack lands under a full moon. I found a relatively clean corner behind some abandoned machinery and settled Eli against my side, wrapping my leather jacket around his shoulders. He was quiet for a long time, processing everything that had happened with that serious way he had of thinking through problems.

The message read: DO NOT LET THE CRYSTAL TOUCH THE WATER. Silence. Then another line. THE MONSTER WILL FEEL IT. Thomas immediately gripped the crystal tighter. Then Henry pushed the boat. The vessel slid forward. Into a hidden tunnel beneath the lighthouse. Into darkness. Then the tunnel opened. And suddenly— they were on the ocean. The real ocean. The raging ocean. The storm immediately attacked them. Waves. Rain. Wind. Everything. Yet somehow— the Night Runner kept moving. Smoothly. Almost effortlessly. Like the sea welcomed it.

I shook my head and turned my back on the mirror to get out of the living room. But Lawrence was not there, so I just turned my gaze to the cordless phone on the side table and typed our house’s landline number to say hello to Clarence and ask Doris some things. Exactly when I hung up the phone, Lawrence came in from the door. He’s wearing his plain white shirt and unusual bleach jeans. Even so, the handsome man in his dress was still screaming. I startled, avoiding my shaking nerves as he looked straight into my eyes. I parted my hair lightly and averted my eyes to hide the redness on both cheeks.

Grace scratches behind my ear, distracting me momentarily as I lean into her touch, a small smile on my snout. “I guess we should be going now. Airia packed this bag with food for us so we will be good to go all night.” Grace states, her hand leaving my ear as she moves to my side. I bend down, allowing her to climb onto my back and relish in the feel of her eight on me while she stretches out. Her hands come around my neck, her fingers interlocking. With a small sigh, she lets me know she is ready and we take off. I allow Amelia to take the lead with Sunny on her head, the little Pixie telling the blonde wolf when to turn in the maze like walls of trees that the Fae have created to protect

She was running and running along the path laid out not knowing where she was going. Eloisa ran all the way to the hospital from the pub, which was almost on the other end of the village. As soon as she heard the news, she closed the pub and ran all the way to the hospital. When she reached her mother's room, she saw her sleep and nurse fixing her saline tube. Eloisa entered the room and the nurse looked up at her. The room smelt so stale and filled with medicinal smell that it made her almost choke. She had never really liked hospitals anyway. She came to the hospital only three times including today. Not once she felt comfortable here. Hospitals always smell of stale and death to her. The

The sound of chains guided her through increasingly narrow corridors, until she reached the depths of the labyrinth. There, the air was frozen. And, in the center of that darkness, there was a cell. Ancient runes covered the black iron. The floor around it was burned, as if something divine had tried to escape and been forced to remain. Behind the bars, Lana's motionless body—or, as destiny called her in ancestral times, Luma, the sister of her soul. Maya's heart stopped for a second. She ran to the bars, her eyes welling up. *

Lawrence took his hand off my leg and moved the chairs out of the way to reveal the “treasure.” Fifteen minutes. We had fifteen minutes left before this place blew up. He came back to me and placed his hand on my leg. “Now, I'm going to remove your leg and once I tell you to move, you're going to run as fast as you can. Do you understand?” I knew it was the worst thing to ask right now but I couldn't help myself. “What about you?” He almost tore his hair out. “Forget me! I need you to run. We can't both leave this place. The alarm has already been tripped off. If I let this rope go, the timer would shut down and this place would blow up immediately. Get out as soon as you can.”

I am Laina Randall-Silvermoon the Luna of Bloodsvain and not the runaway Breeder that changed my life forever. The End

Maya’s POV Descending through the ventilation ducts felt like entering the jaws of a beast made of metal and sulfur. We had left the storm of the southern border behind, but the air beneath the laboratories was suffocating, heavy with runic static that made the hair on my arms stand on end. Lawrence led the way, moving with feline agility uncharacteristic of his imposing military size, clearing a path through the tomb-like silence of the ducts until we reached the grate of the central chamber.