Maze Runner Flare Novels & Stories

Don’t let her have to endure more, not because of me. “Ready?” we all nod at Braydon, crouching with our fingers in ears a few feet away from the gyms back door. “3...2...1...” the door is blown off its hinges and Ranger pulls the pins from a couple of flash bangs and tosses them through the hole in the wall. “Go, go, go.” Ryder slaps Ranger, Braydon and Jackson on the back and follows them in, leaving me to bring up the rear.

But now Mara could feel each one, their vibrations radiating in waves she could track without sight. “There,” she said, pointing into the maze of containers. Reese didn’t argue. They ran. Every turn they took, the cube adjusted their path, feeding her real-time predictions: which routes would collapse under pursuit, where the hosts would try to cut them off. For a moment, Mara almost felt untouchable. They burst from between two container stacks into a wider aisle. Floodlights flickered on overhead—white, blinding. Shadows leapt in every direction. A dozen hosts were waiting.

But after Ray smashed through so many walls, chunks of broken masonry and shattered bricks were scattered everywhere, giving him endless ammunition at his feet. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—brick after brick shot toward the flamethrower. The flamethrower didn't dare take the hits head-on and kept dodging. Ray seized the moment. When the flamethrower dodged again, Ray appeared right in front of him. Ray threw a punch. The flamethrower's mind screamed with a sense of imminent crisis. But sensing danger was one thing—being able to avoid it was another entirely. More importantly, Ray shamelessly used Exile on him, making it impossible for him to dodge at all.

Flashes of light—so damn fast. “Position!” I yelled. We dropped into a tight circle formation, backs to each other, eyes scanning, rifles raised. But the bastards were everywhere. Shots rained from every side like we were in a damn blender. Couldn’t pinpoint them. The ringing was too much. I reached for my flare gun, pulled it from the strap and fired—fzzzt—POP! A red stream split the air, burning against the cold as it shot into the clouds. Five cracks answered.

My eyes burned, and lungs clawed. “More!” Daniel barked somewhere from the dark, and half a dozen Blue Moon warriors rushed into the clearing. Two warriors lit magnesium flares, and threw them toward us turning the night into a blistering white sheet. We were not ready for this cheap attack. Shade had to move back. Razor took advantage and crawled away, shifting into his human.

“Another signal, Luna. A scout flagged it in the valley — small flare, northern sky. Hard to see, but intentional.” Warren stiffened. “Color?” “White.” My pulse jumped. “White is Mara’s emergency code.” Warren was already grabbing gear. “Send three riders. No banners. Keep their distance from the main path.” Grayson rushed out. I stepped closer to Warren. “This is worse than a delay.” “Yes,” he said quietly. “Do we follow?” He looked at me long enough that the silence became its own language. Finally: “We might have to.” “It’ll leave Red Moon exposed.”

I said abruptly. Ryan ignored me and pressed the accelerator, speeding toward Aiden. My heart raced as I realized his intent. “Ryan!” I shouted, but he slammed the brakes just in time, stopping mere inches from Aiden. Aiden raised an eyebrow, clearly amused as he stepped closer. I rolled down the window. “Get in the car,” I said firmly. Aiden’s smirk widened. “Why do you care so much, Amira? Relax. I’m not going to die from a scorpion bite.”

Shade rumbled beside him, his black-and-red fur ruffled, the sunlight reflecting in his amber eyes, the clearing a sanctuary, the warmth a shared future. Mara grinned, her brown eyes blazing with fire, her voice bright, the sunlight illuminating her face, the warmth of the clearing a mirror to the joy in her heart, the air thick with their shared legacy, the clearing a sanctuary, their bond a radiant flame. “And you’ll kick ass doing it!” she shouted, her laughter echoing through the clearing, the flame pendant catching the sunlight, the sunlight dancing on her face, the clearing a haven, the warmth a shared joy. “Right, Kael?” Ember raced around her, her russet fur ruffled, the sunlight ref

Mell saw a tower of rainbow flames erupted in the distance, and he just knew something bad happened to Flare Fox. He had been enjoying himself fighting against the humongous Prime Chimera Varanus, but if something triggered Flare Fox to such extent, nothing good could come out of it. Varanus, who was by then had turned so large his shoulders brushed the top of most buildings, rampaged across the streets and swatting away every manmade structures he came across. Mell kept landing his blows with Balor but nothing seemed to get through Varanus' thick skin.

intensity. When it was Ethan’s turn, the first "Sovereign" sled appeared on the ridge above. The scout didn't fire a "Kinetic" weapon; he launched a "Data-Flare"—a "High-Frequency" magnesium light that "Indexed" the entire gorge in a "Vain" white glare.