Maze Runner Actor Thomas Novels & Stories

“Whatever you’re planning now—it won’t work. Not the way you think it will.” Before Logan could answer, heavy footsteps thudded outside. The tent flap swung open, and Thomas stepped in with a wave of men behind him. He was dressed in black from head to toe, his usual smirk replaced with a cold, calculating expression. “We’re ready,” Thomas announced to Logan without sparing me a glance. “Our men are armed. We march tonight.” I stiffened. “March? No, you can’t!” Thomas’ head finally snapped toward me, his pale eyes narrowing like I was an insect buzzing in his ear. “Sarah,” he drawled. “You’re still breathing, I see.”

It is theirs, and we’re better than that, aren’t we? Thomas thought for a moment and nodded. ‘You people are so weak,’ Marcus spat as Thomas lowered his weapon. Thomas struck him in the stomach with the butt of the MP40 so that the youth doubled over, and then Thomas knocked him out with another blow to the back of his head. ‘And you’re so going to have a headache tomorrow,’ he said. *** Beatrice and Emily raced through the tunnel, spurred on by the din coming from a chamber in the distance. It was the sound of chanting, and the cries of people in agony.

Despite his protests of all kinds, it persisted. "Oh, Mr. Thomas, what brings you here?" Marta greeted, looking surprised to find Thomas in the motorcycle parking area. Usually, the boss was already comfortably seated in his car. However, in the front lobby parking lot, there was no sign of his usual sedan. Marta had actually thought that Thomas had left a while ago. She never expected to run into him here. "Yeah, Mrs. Marta," Thomas just smiles faintly. "I'll go ahead." "Are you riding your motorcycle, Sir?" Marta tries to catch up with Thomas but seems to hold back from making it too obvious that she's following him.

Miranda yells as she continues to break the current spell on us. The rogues start to run towards all of us. I see Thomas quickly approaching Miranda. Before she can finish breaking the spell, Thomas tosses her in the air, and she hits a tree. In a rage, Rick runs towards Thomas to tackle him to the ground. Thomas is stronger and kicks Rick away rolling him ten feet from him.

He had come to crash. Lucas's anger flared. "Thomas! You picked that car on purpose, stayed behind on purpose—just so you could ram into us, didn't you?!" Thomas's voice came through the intercom, laced with mock surprise. "Oh? You figured it out. To be honest, my favorite kind of race is the kind without rules—no constraints at all. It's a shame I rarely find anyone willing to play something this exciting. So I really have to thank you for bringing so many people to entertain me."

He climbed inside, eyes scanning the sea of faces until he called out in a hoarse voice: “Marco!” Marco had pressed himself flat against the floor, blood from a nearby officer pooling beneath him. At the sound of his name, he lifted his head, disoriented. “Thomas…?” Without hesitation, Thomas rushed to him, yanked out a hidden key from his boot, and unlocked Marco’s cuffs. Their eyes locked—brothers in arms, in pain, in purpose. “I’m not losing you again,” Thomas whispered, voice shaking as he embraced him briefly. “We have to move. Now.”

The boys gulped and looked at each other. “Keep eating.” Thomas declared and took a bite of his own burger. He was about to take another bite when the sound of footsteps filled his ears. His heart raced at the thought that it was Nora, his sworn enemy, at the door of the warehouse. He turned and saw an old man, looking lost and confused.

The great army of the rogue king has been split in three parts and in the mess of it all no one notices two girls that were supposed to be supervised, running around, giving a few little orders to a few little people. When Thomas catches up with me, I feel my heart beating out of my chest. If he saw me... "I'm sorry for... Goddess... every word that came out of my mouth since we met actually. I really made you work for that trust, but... if you even want it anymore... I wanted you to know you have it. Wholehartedly." He says and for the first time since I met him, I can feel he is sincere. Which makes it even harder when I look over his shoulder and I see an army of rogues from Damon's resis

My jaws closed around his throat and I felt his life end with brutality. The second turned to face me, managing to block my initial strike. He was skilled, trained specifically for combat against wolves. But he wasn’t prepared for the artifact’s power flowing through me. I struck again, faster than he could follow. My claws opened his chest, blood spraying across the shelter’s stone walls. Three more assassins emerged from the breach. They’d been behind the first two, providing backup. Thomas appeared with shelter guards before the assassins could advance further. He was in wolf form, his grey coat matted with blood from fighting above ground.

“Be careful. If he suspects anything, abort immediately.” Thomas nodded, looking terrified but determined. “If I don’t come back” “You’ll come back. You’re braver than you think.” After he left, the wait was agonising. Minutes felt like hours. I paced the small room, imagining worst-case scenarios. “He’ll be fine,” Maya said, though she looked worried too. “He knows how to act loyal. He’s been doing it his whole life.” Forty minutes later, Thomas returned. He was shaking but unharmed. “I got it. All of it.”