Novel & Cerita Maze Runner Death Cure Page 250

I ask in a challenge. Ethan grins, then points his arm straight to his left without breaking eye contact. “Wanna bet?” he asks, eyebrow quirking in a challenge, as my eyes land on the shooting game he just pointed at. “Loser buys snacks.” I bark out a harsh laugh. “Oh, you are so on! There are many things I’m good at, but it appears killing zombies isn’t one of them. In the end, Ethan wins and I whine all the way to the snack bar.

“And we have magical reinforcements, many of which will be on their way here shortly. Witches with skills in healing and warding. They will help secure this location.” “That’s good. Look,” Rohan ran his hand through his hair. “We found two… zombies,” he didn’t like using the word. “Wandering around the houses. These ones were more… like people. We secured them. You said that you have a cure?” “Me,” Harry said with a smile. “I believe I am the cure.” “Thank you, Harry,” Talen said with a slight nod of his head. “The vampire blood of my line is a cure for this disease, and Harry is one of my children.”

I'm sure it left an imprint. “How dare you stare into the eyes of your future Luna while you speak? You uncouth bitch!” I finally realized who it was. The lady who thinks she can soften the Alpha's heart. Well news flash, you're about to have a competitor who isn't scared of death. I rubbed my sore cheek and kept my eyes glued to the ground . “I..I'm sorry Luna.”I choked out. “Ohh, you must be the whore Kieran purchased. Let me tell you something swine, your days here are numbered!”

I asked as I looked around in confusion. "Queen Luna, we’ve exhausted every possible option for him. The silver levels in his blood were alarmingly high. However, we’ve heard whispers of a miracle cure in Keladia, crafted by a human. It might just be our last hope. If that fails, let's ensure he spends his final moments surrounded by love and comfort."

“...But when I did, I saw my mother. She told me the only way I could truly die was by the hand of my curse. It has to run its course.” Rykor’s face twisted with pain at my words, and my eyes darted away from his, finding refuge in the shadows of the dim room. I knew I had to stay strong. “The death the curse will give me,” I continued, my voice barely above a whisper, “will be slow and painful. I know I deserve it... every ounce of pain it'll bring. But since coming back, I feel different. I feel the curse inside me, stronger than ever like a storm waiting to be unleashed.”

“There’s no way to tell if it was a side effect of the cure or something else.” “So, there’s no cure, then?” I can’t hide my disappointment. I had really thought I’d find a way out—to return to a normal life, or whatever normal means for me. He looks at me like he’s holding something back. “The seer made two small vials of the cure,” he finally says, still battling with himself. “The werewolf only drank one. The second bottle…” Zane hesitates. “The seer was Maik’s father. If anyone knows where the other one is, it would be him. But after that poor werewolf died, no one wanted it.”

He sat back as the engines began to power up, the bond stretching slightly, aware of movement, of distance, of direction. “The council didn’t bring the relic to negotiate,” he said, “they brought it to confirm something.” I frowned. “Confirm what?” “That the curse has entered its second phase.” My stomach dropped. “There are phases.” “Yes.” “You definitely skipped that in the earlier briefing you never gave me.” His mouth twitched. “I was hoping it wouldn’t become relevant this quickly.” “Define quickly.” “The fact that it reacted to you at all suggests acceleration.” I leaned forward. “Acceleration toward what.”

"Welcome to the Gauntlet Run. Racers will navigate a three-mile course through the Ravine Sector. Only the top four finishers advance. The rest are disqualified." Disqualified. Such a clean word for what really happened. The course map appeared on the screens. Narrow pathways, collapsing bridges, and a stretch called the Killing Floor where the path split into three routes. According to Ash's intel, only one route was safe. The other two led straight into traps designed to look like accidents. I touched my helmet, feeling the tiny camera Juno had installed. It was active. Recording. "Racers, take your positions." I moved to the starting line. A girl next to me was shaking so badly I could he

​Keira steps forward, her silver blade flashing as she slashes the worst of the fungal growths from the walls to halt the cloud, coughing as the acidic dust burns our throats. ​Just as the air begins to clear, the tunnel roof groans. ​A sudden shower of rock and debris collapses directly over Mara. Her yelp echoes sharply as the heavy stone pins her leg to the cavern floor. Torin drops his torch, dropping to his knees and digging frantically. His grounding earth scent spikes with raw panic, the pack link coming alive with cries of Hold on! Dax and Reed wedge their weapons under the largest boulder, straining with everything they have to heave it off her.