Maze Runner Beetle Blade Novels & Stories

He pulled his blade, whose blue energy swung in the rain and sprinted towards the Sick station. Two hybrids, huge beasts with modifications from old mine work, presented into his way. They no longer moved with the merciless precision of the old guards, but with a raw, fleshy wildness. One of them jumped with fried teeth on him. Raven slipped on the wet mud under the jump, turned flowing and drove the energy blade into the exposed joint of the rear leg. The Bestie woke up and kinked in. Without losing a second, Raven drew his

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

Raven called out. The chase was on. We tore through the underbrush, the branches clawing at our clothes. Miller was fast, but he was carrying weight. I moved with the raw power of the Enforcer, my boots pounding the earth. Raven was right beside me, her hybrid speed making her look like a blur of grey and white. Miller reached the entrance of the mine. He pulled a silver-tipped bolt from his bag and turned, aiming a hand-crossbow at us. "Get down!" I lunged for Raven, tackling her behind a fallen log just as the bolt hissed through the air and thudded into a tree.

Therin stands guard, blade drawn, watching the walls ripple. Maeven gasps and rushes forward. “What happened?” Renna’s lips are pale. “The Maze… it bit me.” She isn’t exaggerating. The teeth marks are unmistakable, jagged, and wrong. The wound pulses in rhythm with the Maze’s heartbeat, bleeding far too fast. Maeven drops to her knees, hands already glowing faintly blue. “Hold her still.” Therin kneels to help, but his voice trembles. “Can you fix it?”

I caught a glimpse of something moving in the beams, figures draped in heavy armor, moving with a mechanical, jerky precision that reminded me too much of the labyrinth. "We have to make the ridge line," I shouted over the rising wind. "Then move faster," Maya replied, her eyes burning with the old, wild hunger of the hunt.

Then I grabbed my sheath for my waist and inserted my seven inch parkerized blade. “Holy Moon Goddess! You look like you are going to war.” Rory squealed. I laughed at her energy. I look over at Aiden who is looking at me with some emotion I cannot name. The last thing I grab is my Kukri Machete. It’s eight inches long and completely black. There is only a thin silver lining along the edge. It’s great for combat, but I am going to slice through some of the targets. “Okay, I’m ready.”

I ran straight at the edge and leapt into the air, tucking into a somersault as the blades whirled mercilessly below. I watched the bear as it tumbles end over end, stuffing flying, until it wedges into a gearbox with a metallic crunch. The blades shriek, causing them to grind to a shuddering halt mere inches from slicing me to ribbons. I landed hard on the other side, bruised and battered but triumphant. I had made it through the Labyrinth of Woe, though at great cost. I collapsed to the platform, breathing heavily. The adrenaline coursed through my veins while the lingering threat of what almost happened still hung thickly in the air.

Her heavy breathing echoed through the tunnel. Every atom of her body ached, but the devastating pain had relented. Liv's chin rested on the clammy cave floor, but she didn't feel the grit and small rocks she had before. Slowly, she allowed her eyes to open and was surprised at what she saw. It was like looking through night vision goggles minus the green glow. She could see details of the craggy walls, and noticed an industrious spider weaving a web across a large crack. Did the bump on the head improve her vision? It was so strange.

They instead replaced them with the colors of the Ravens - a matte black with hues of blues and greens and purple under the right angles. All of them still had the shield and machine pistol combo, except Raijin had an Unranked Multi-beam Plasmacutter on her shoulder. It was purely utilitarian and industrial in nature, but she wasn’t there to fight in the first place. Max on the other hand, had a C-ranked Ragnarok Armaments Grenade Launcher. It was simple, effective, and devastating. “Want us to bring down the pain?” asked T-Rex. “‘Coz we can. And we want to. Nothing crazy.”