Lawrence Maze Runner Novels & Stories

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.

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

Morgan and Alice held their breath, watching the monitor as if their lives depended on the game on screen. The Labyrinth Suddenly, the alarm blared. Marcel had successfully breached a side door, using an unexpected route. Alice gasped, her eyes wide. ‘He… he’s inside!’ Morgan exclaimed. Morgan remained calm, but his gaze was sharp on the screen. ‘I predicted this. Team, activate the barriers and isolate the area. We’ll shepherd him into the trap we’ve prepared.’ In seconds, the building’s corridors transformed into a digital and physical maze: automatic doors slammed shut, spotlights glared, and all emergency exits were monitored. Marcel smirked, realising someone was waiting for him, but he

He said. "That's cruel to say, Lance," Zain chuckled. "If I can recall, you were said to be an expert as well." Lance scowled at Zain. "I am not. And the maze changes each year. I haven't been in this level of haunted maze before, and I don't know what might be in there." "But you've been in one before. And you are the only one in a position to help us," Zain pointed out. I snorted, "I thought you were better than this, Lance. I guess I should stop judging people by their outward appearance."

I ran Ice through the entire plan and I told her that I didn't feel right about this whole thing. “You’re right. It was a trap to get you here. A letter was also send to him, treating the life of someone he knew and he has a plan too. The only thing I can do is make sure that no one dies but you will surely have to fight for your life. Because you've already walked into the trap.” Lawrence opened the door and we came face to face with a man in a mask. He threw something at Lawrence which the latter dodged and they began to fight.

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.

“Guess you’re stuck with me.” “Lucky me,” Marcus replied, extending his arm with exaggerated politeness. I slipped my hand into his, ignoring the way Lorenzo’s jaw clenched tighter from where he stood. It wasn’t forever. Just the hunt. Just long enough to figure out what Brandon’s game was. “Ready?” Marcus asked. “As I’ll ever be,” I said, forcing my voice light. The maze was bigger than I thought. The hedges stood tall, thick, almost swallowing the moonlight above. Shadows moved between the leaves, twisting into strange shapes that made it hard to tell if someone was following us or if it was just the night playing tricks.

This is beyond belief. This is not real–it shouldn’t be! There is no way they lost again! Lawrenz is not someone to lose easily. And if he would, then it must be according to his plan! Just like how he lost to the Black Army Organization. If he were to die, then it surely is part of his plan. Lawrenz is smart. He always has something up on sleeves–

Maze smiled awkwardly and anticipated a chance to scold him for choosing such an expensive kind of place to come. As soon as she stepped in the shimmering crystal chandelier dazzled her eyes. She shoved her eyes around, the interior almost left her astonished. The velvety carpet under her feet was so fluffy and rich. She was so busy praising her surrounding that she left behind. She tapped her head as she realized she was lagged behind. She rushed to match his pace. Ryan chuckled seeing Maze gasping for breath next to him,"Did you take part in the marathon? Why are you panting so much?"