Maze Runner Alby Novels & Stories

Lila trailed slightly, her black curls bouncing, Mist urging her forward despite the fear gnawing at her insides. As they neared the outpost, the metallic stench of blood hit them like a wall, mingled with the charred wood and unnatural pulse of the runes. Alya halted, raising a hand, her amber eyes narrowing. "There," she whispered, pointing to the glowing red symbols ahead, the ruins coming into view—huts collapsed, towers toppled, bodies strewn like broken dolls. Emotions surged: rage boiling in her chest, sorrow for the fallen, determination steeling her spine. "Shift now—Ember leads."

“Yeah, your right I suppose.” Alba scrapes her throat, asking for our attention. “Hola muchachas! I am very excited to explain Carrera de la vida to you all, but first we need to be out of hearing distance from the others. So follow me.” She says and gestures us to follow her. She guides us towards the packhouse and we pause in the backyard. It’s all paved in beige slate and all around the big house borders are situated, filled with all kinds of flowers.

I had no time to even process anything. Cael crouched by the central table where a rough map of standard maze layouts had been carved into wood. “Listen carefully,” he said. “The maze changes every sixty seconds. Paths close and new ones open. Somewhere inside are three crest tokens. Each token returned to center earns points. Defensive constructs guard them.” “Constructs meaning?” I asked. “Stone wolves,” Jessie said. I stared at her “Wolves?” She smiled. “Big ones.” Roran, who rarely spoke, grunted. “Hit hard too.”

We practiced hard for a few hours. Thanks to Atea and Kayra's help, I can land some shots and dodge others. Kieran keeps knocking me down from time to time, sure, but I manage to do the same too. I feel less aching all over and more satisfied with my progress. "Practice these movements well and you can even beat him," Kieran's mother tells me, “After all, you have alpha blood. Only one alpha can beat another." "Somehow I feel betrayed, mother," he says through her teeth, although we all know it's a joke.

13 - Ruby Fridays — ۩ Racers, you have reached the final mission of your game - Midday Mile. This racetrack is full of danger and deception, with death awaiting at every turn. The Midday Mile racetrack awaits the final challenge for the eight racers competing for freedom. The racers have been provided identical high-performance racing cars for the ultimate test of speed and endurance. The track is one mile long and divided into six laps. Each lap contains different obstacles designed to slow and fail racers down to doom. If you wish to escape this arena of doom, you must cross the finish line first and claim the missing piece of the map that will show you the exit.

"Remember the Valkyrie drones? Remember your 'accidental' stock trade that crashed the Council's finances? You've got something inside you that breaks the rules. We need that tonight." Haley's panic slowly subsided. "You want me to fight an assassin?" "I want you to be unpredictable. That's literally your superpower." The alarms blared. "Perimeter breach, south entrance!" Alia's fingers flew across her keyboard. "He's not alone this time—I'm reading multiple hostiles. Cleaners. At least a dozen." Jack's claws extended. "They're not taking any chances. Marcus, can you—" "Already moving." Despite his injuries, Marcus drew his weapon. "I'll hold the corridor. Buy you time."

He didn’t give her a chance to protest as he yanked her along, his eyes locked on the escape route he had already mapped out in his mind. The two sprinted down the pier, the wooden planks creaking under their weight as the figures gave chase, their shouts echoing in the cold, early morning air. Alysha’s breath came fast and ragged, the panic building as she glanced over her shoulder, seeing the shadows getting closer. Armin led her through a maze of abandoned crates and dilapidated structures, his grip firm as he navigated the narrow pathways. “Keep moving!” he urged, his voice sharp as they weaved through the debris. The wind howled around them, mixing with the sound of approaching footstep

he said. "But I already know your na..." "My name is Fenris Covel," he cut her off. "The lady among us is Zayna Amar. She is our medic." "Good for her," Catori mumbled. Fenris heard her but chose to ignore the comment. "The guy with the white hair and tattoo on his neck is Alaric Berwoulf and the other guy whose hair is the same color as your eyes is Valentino Calvary. He is our tracker." It was after his statement that he realized he talked about her eyes. Turning away sheepishly, the man blushed. Catori just stared at him and rolled her eyes.

"Albert, watch out!" Hearing the warning cry, Albert turned his head. The Alpha looked at his worried-looking Luna. Ryn pointed at the oncoming enemy. Albert was not unaware that three Alphas were heading his way. He knew, but there was not the slightest intention to run. Albert nodded to Ryn and then looked back at the three Alphas approaching him. The Alpha's howls echoed in all directions, preparing to fight the three attacking Alphas.

The green trees start spinning around in circles, and everything goes completely black as my arms lose their grip and I slide onto the floor mats. Lyra Nightbane POV The truck tires bounce violently over the deep ruts in the dirt road. Abbot just pinged our dashboard map with the location of a small, abandoned logging village right past the Moonshadow Infirmary boundary. There are no other cabins out here for miles. Alistair has to be hiding there. Abbot’s jeep is already trailing right behind our bumper with three scout cars. “Stop shaking, Lyra,” Kaelen says, his voice deep and steady as he keeps his eyes glued to the dark mountain path. “Orion has the blood of alpha warriors in his veins.