Maze Runner Aris Novels & Stories

“Oh, my fucking Goddess–Maeve, what the hell? Brie? Brie?!” “Get Mom!” Maeve screams. “Get a fucking healer, Aris!” Aris shakes his head, at a loss for words, his dark blond hair falling around his forehead in soft curls as his eyes start to water. “She’s–she’s alive? You’re alive?” His silver eyes meet mine. Aris is only a year younger than Brie, but he’s always seemed so young, like he’s unable to shake his teenage years. He stumbles backward into the shadow of the corridor and whirls, shouting at the top of his lungs for help as he disappears from sight, but his voice carries.

Amaris As I close the distance, I shift back to my human form, smoothly transitioning from running on four paws to two feet. It’s been less than twelve hours since I first got the feeling that something was wrong, but I still fear at what I’m going to find when I make it to the Range Rover. Climbing up between trees, I wind my way over to the driver’s side and lean down, looking into the window to see if there is any sign of life within the vehicle.

The training arena is a vast expanse of turquoise water, marked by floating targets and intricate obstacle courses. Tritan introduces Finrir to Aros, the head of the Merguardians, a wise and weathered merman with a commanding presence. Aros' eyes light up with curiosity as he sees the young Acttegatian visitor. He gives Finrir a warm welcome, eager to witness the unique abilities and techniques he might bring from his homeland.

ang boses ni Liam sa earpiece ay malinaw, isang pamilyar na tunog na nagbigay ng lakas kay Aria. ​"Yes, Liam. I’m inside," bulong ni Aria habang dahan-dahang naglalakad. ​"Okay, Mommy. My micro-drone is already at Level 2. Ang maze na ito ay hindi static. It’s a mechanical clockwork maze. Ang mga pader ay gumagalaw bawat limang minuto base sa agos ng tubig sa ilalim," paliwanag ni Liam. "I’m mapping the blueprint right now. Standby."

Amelia felt a rush of power she has never felt before coursing through her body. “I hereby proclaim Amelia Snow as the Alpha and first member of the Hunter Race, does anyone stand against this?” Lariempi declared to the heavens with a voice louder than thunder, a few seconds passed and then lightning flashed and thunder rumbled violently, at this very instant Amelia felt something change within her but she couldn’t point at exactly what changed.

"I've been in the Archive. I know what it looks like when someone hears something significant." Alina exhaled. "It's decommissioned. I can't run it." "You can run its profile," Aria said. "Elevation. Corners. Surface. The data exists. You can learn it in simulation even if you can't drive it physically." She looked at Alina. "Host Three never lost on Alsen Ridge. You have thirty four races before you stand on that grid. You can spend some of them becoming someone Alsen Ridge has never seen." Thirty four races.

I was slowing down despite every effort to keep pace with Darius. He noticed immediately. The bond told him everything about my condition without words being spoken. Darius adjusted his speed slightly, staying close enough that I could follow but not so slow that we’d be caught. He led us through a narrow ravine that forced our pursuers into single file, buying us precious seconds. We splashed through a shallow stream, the cold water shocking against overheated muscles. On the far bank, Darius stopped just long enough to check if I could continue. I pushed forward before he could ask. We didn’t have time for rest.

I looked around to see Sam look at his cousin in horror and then shift and run. "Hell no" I growled and shifted to follow him. As I ran, I spotted Carla getting cornered by two hunters. In a blind rage and ran at them and literally tore through them as I passed. I paused then to check on the others. Lee and Devon were taking down a couple of warriors and I spotted Dean and James working on a few hunters. They were all winning but then I heard an howl that sent ice through my veins.

The ground cracked beneath her again. Deeper than before. The air warped. The silence shattered. And then— They appeared. Figures emerging from the shadows of the ridge. From behind rocks. From places that should have been empty. Dozens of them. The same as before. Unnatural. Unyielding. Arin’s stomach dropped. “This was a trap.” The messenger didn’t deny it. “Of course it was.” Rage flared. Sharp. Hot. “You think I’ll just let you take me?”

The blue routing indicators of the Aria Initiative were visible on the digital dash of the lead vehicle, ticking upwards as global trade lanes synchronized with our core engine. The past was no longer a shadow, and the enemies who had tried to bury me were nothing but dust beneath the tires of our progression. I slid my hand into Marcus's grip, our fingers locking together with the unbreakable strength of a permanent foundation. We had survived the rain, we had claimed the summit, and now, the entire world was adjusting its coordinates to match our stride.