Maze Runner Book Covers Novels & Stories

There were four shelves filled with books, two shelves at either side of the room with a reading space in the middle. There were two tables, each one had four chairs. A curtain blocked the sunlight from entering the room from the windows. I looked at the shelves eagerly, wondering the books I'll find. I love reading and reading e-books on my phone but nothing could beat paperbacks. I fought the urge to take a book and continued my exploration. The other rooms I found were just bedrooms. I looked at Byron's side and saw a room right by his own. I turned the knob and realized it was locked. I didn't pry and went to the last room.

"They'll use you." Mara let go of me abruptly and turned to one of the shelves. Her fingers moved quickly, pushing aside jars and bundles until she found what she was looking for. A book. Old. The leather cover was cracked, edges worn like it had been handled too many times. She brought it over and set it on the table. Dust lifted when she opened it. The pages were yellowed, fragile. Covered in ink that had faded but not disappeared. Drawings filled the margins. I leaned forward despite myself.

Her words barricaded my mind, kept it from exploring the options that would come from rebelling. I need to think of something, failsafes, a way to protect Zara from how terribly wrong this whole thing could spiral into and staying idle in my room would not help. I pushed myself up from the bed, my leg landed on something thick as I hit the ground. It was not the regular hard tiled surface but a rich, hard book cover. Half of the book was hidden under the bed. On the front, it read nothing. It was just a plain, faded pink, thick covered book or so it appeared to be until I started flipping through the pages.

If Karen Milburn could do anything for her parents and kids, then Alpha Ramore could do anything for the forest. That forest was his twenty years of toil, hard work, and sweat. To break him apart, she was to ruin everything that was dear to him, the exact way he broke her. She had promised herself not to rest until all the forest turns to ashes, which would be easy enough to be carried away by the wind. She believed it would be a matter of time before the news spread throughout the entire pack. Soon enough, everyone will be crowded there, moaning at the destruction of the forest, which meant the world to every member of the pack. She wanted to demean Alpha Ramore, and the best way would be t

The cover of the third book was a silent declaration of victory. Where the previous ones had carried dark and uncertain tones, this one displayed a watercolor in golds and deep blues—colors that evoked sunrises over the ocean, promises kept, and horizons that had finally revealed themselves within reach. The title, engraved in handwritten letters like an intimate confession, was simple and revolutionary: “To Live.”

Who knows what we'll run into? The End

Nyra’s POV I sat on the bed and placed Elaine’s book in front of me. For a moment I did nothing else. I just looked at it properly. In the library it had felt old and important. Here, on my bed, in this room, it felt stranger than that. More private. More dangerous. Like it did not want to be mistaken for a random old text preserved for curiosity’s sake. It was thick and heavy, yes, but now that I was alone with it I noticed more. The cover was not ordinary leather at all. Up close, the texture was wrong in a way that raised the hair on my arms. It had a faint pattern under the dark surface, not visible at first glance but there when the light caught it sideways. Not wolf hide. Not cow leath

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Then I noticed the cover of the book, it has a hole round shape in it and an anchor then ship wheel in it. I look at the three objects in my hand and the book. I put two and two together and realized something. I connected the dots and placed the three objects into the holes in the cover of the book. I was almost blinded when it shined so bright. I let out a surprise gasp when the book floated and automatically flipped the pages. It stopped at one page. The book slowly landed back down on the bed. I let out a deep breath and decided to read what the book was showing me.

Grace scratches behind my ear, distracting me momentarily as I lean into her touch, a small smile on my snout. “I guess we should be going now. Airia packed this bag with food for us so we will be good to go all night.” Grace states, her hand leaving my ear as she moves to my side. I bend down, allowing her to climb onto my back and relish in the feel of her eight on me while she stretches out. Her hands come around my neck, her fingers interlocking. With a small sigh, she lets me know she is ready and we take off. I allow Amelia to take the lead with Sunny on her head, the little Pixie telling the blonde wolf when to turn in the maze like walls of trees that the Fae have created to protect