Maze 3 Novels & Stories

He cries in silence while wincing in pain once a while before the anesthesia given to him kicks in fully and sends him sleeping for a long time. --------------- It was 9:00 in the evening when Anna struggles to find the keys to the entrance of her apartment from her light brown bag that contained both necessary and unnecessary stuffs. What she considered necessary included her purse, keys to both her office and her apartment, her personal notepad where she made little notes while trying to analyze the personalities of people around her, her laptop for research purpose and her pink knitted muffler which she got from Josh, last year’s Christmas along with a necklace whose pendant was shaped li

Instead, a tall maze of steel and vines stood at the center, stretching into the trees beyond. A trial of instinct and survival. The rules were simple. Find your way out before sundown. No weapons. No help. The catch? You weren’t alone in the maze. Mara touched my arm before I stepped forward. “This isn’t about speed. It’s about endurance.” I nodded, tightening my ponytail. “I’ve got both.” She smiled. “Then go show them what a rogue can do.” I entered the maze last. The second I stepped in, the shadows swallowed everything. The air was thicker here, laced with magic or memory—I couldn’t tell.

The memory made my cock thicken painfully against my trousers. I poured two fingers of aged whiskey. The crystal glass felt cool against my palm. I carried it to the private office at the back of the suite. One voice command and the wall of monitors flickered to life. The hidden footage loaded instantly. High-definition. Every gasp captured in cruel clarity.

Then I forced my eyes open. The world above me was a blur of shifting shadows and torchlight. As my vision steadied, the shapes sharpened into towering walls of dark stone, carved with spirals and jagged lines that seemed to writhe in the flickering glow. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and old blood. Narrow corridors branched in every direction, twisting away into darkness. A maze. My stomach dropped as recognition set in. The Minotaur’s labyrinth. The infamous maze encircling the fortress of the Triarch Kings—a place from Mama’s stories, where no one ever made it out once they entered…

It barely rang twice before someone picked up, “Hello, Ma?” Amara greeted, beam flashing on her face and voice instantly bright, I watched her closely. I couldn’t hear what the person on the other line was saying, but the way Amara kept nodding too fast and forcing out chuckles told me that whatever the other person was saying—it was definitely not good. Meanwhile, my hand drifted to my stomach again—an unconscious habit at this point whenever I feel stressed. A pang of worry immediately shot me. The rent increase—possible eviction—the baby, and the baby daddy that I haven’t talked to yet piled up on top of me like a stack of bricks.

the mage asked, his gaze sharp. “Yes,” I said, though I wasn’t entirely sure I did. "The first stage of the Maze of Wisdom has five challenges you must overcome. You'd need to efficienctly solve the task of each floor to get to the next one. Your speed, decisiveness, calmness, and resilience would be judged and calculated. If you make it to the top thirty amongst the participants, you'd be able to partake in the next and final stage of the selection test for intelligence. Do you have any questions?"

“Inside, you’ll face illusions meant to break your spirit. You must find the exit without succumbing to the traps within. Only then will you truly earn our trust.” I nodded, stepping toward the maze. The crowd murmured behind me, but I blocked them out, focusing on the task ahead. As I entered the maze, darkness enveloped me. The air was thick and heavy, making it difficult to breathe. Shadows danced along the walls, their shapes shifting and twisting into terrifying forms. “Just illusions,” I reminded myself. “They can’t hurt you.” But the maze was relentless. It conjured images of Damian, his twisted grin haunting me as he mocked my efforts. It showed me my twins, crying out for me as I st

Familiar feeling of excitement and thrill rushed through her veins and her blood pumped with anticipation of fresh hunt. Entering into the mouth of the alley she walked ahead to lead the three deeper enough for them to not get out of there, ever. The stench of the walls and the damp grimy puddles would be the last of what they’d have for their drifting souls to watch. Maya stopped as she reached the dead end, the place reeked of urine and rotting away rat or cat’s corpse, a perfect place for them. To describe in simpler words, Maya was an epitome of death and these three were going to witness it. "Hi." She greeted as they came to an abrupt stop in front of her. She grinned keeping her hood o

" Xandros' granddaughter asks. I sigh I didn't see this coming cause I thought my assassin could kill her. "don't worry the maze will be safe. Maze power will depend on what the person who possesses that power where they want to place their power. And they only put you inside into a big arena where each of you can fight the fighter until how long you can. There's is nothing you can see there aside from the fighter itself. There is no monster this time like you've been saying. Are you sure there's someone who wants to kill you inside the forest? Maybe that was only a creature inside the forest?"

Our eyes met as the door shut behind me. The maze of people that blocked my way earlier to reach room 3254 now were not such a hassle for me to surpass. This time around I just let them swallow me whole. As I reach the doors I can see Leah Meyers, the woman at the front desk, looking at me with the same hazed expression as earlier. I locked eyes with her for just a brief second, before I burst through the glass sliding doors as it opened. The weather is quite hot today, unusually hot. A strange ringing sound started to sound in my ears. How strange?