Maze Runner Gladers Novels & Stories

A second later, a sniper fell over the railing, his rifle clattering to the floor. ‎ ‎"How are you doing that?" Vexa gasped, reloading. ‎ ‎"I can see them," I breathed, the magic humming in my blood. "I can see the paths." ‎ ‎"Keep seeing them!" Kaelen roared. "Move!" ‎ ‎We broke cover. ‎ ‎We sprinted through the maze of slot machines. I was the navigator. ‎ ‎"Duck!" I shouted. ‎ ‎Kaelen ducked. A shotgun blast took the head off a statue right where his head had been.

The sheer drop to our left was a vertical mile of blue glacial ice, plunging down into the jagged, cloud-shrouded rocks of the lower rifts. "Keep the beasts locked down!" Kaelen’s voice carried over the howling storm, amplified by the runic visor hanging at his chest. "The high pass is unstable. If the vibration of the striders triggers the upper shelf, we will be buried before we reach the outer garrison."

"Emma didn't tell me anything, and I haven't even seen her this morning." I smacked his arm and he grumbled. We were trying to stifle our laughter when the leader of the Glaze troop arrived, Chaz Egerton. My father was the overall leader of Glaze while Chaz was the commander of the Hunters. Glaze is a clan or family that has for decades eradicated dark witches who try to cause chaos, spread disease, terror, and so on. Glaze consists not only of hunters, but also healers and people who are committed to fighting magical practices. The Hunters numbered forty-one including Chaz and were divided into eight squads with a commander in each squad. We lined up according to our respective squads with

"Company is coming. THE FIRST WAVE The drilling stopped. Silence returned to the tunnel. Then, a metallic CLANG. A grappling hook shot out of the darkness above, latching onto the stone railing of the ramp. Then another. And another. Ropes dropped. "Here we go," Kai whispered. Figures began to slide down the ropes. They weren't Valravn. They were tactical assault troops. Heavy body armor, night-vision goggles, gas masks. Mercenaries. "Wait for it," Kai murmured. The first trooper hit the ramp. He unclipped from the rope and raised his rifle. He took a step forward. He crossed the invisible line of the first kinetic repulsor. WHOOSH. A pulse of blue force slammed into him. It threw him backwa

Now it was inexperienced pilots like us left to end it. The long-range missiles kept missing and I kept swerving, closing the distance until I blew past Taewi Park's Predator and-was that a Xiezhi? "Hey, Taewi!" I called. "How goes the battle?" "That's as good a distraction as any!" Martin shouted. "Push now!" I continued forward, my one remaining plasma launcher and brand new railgun firing continuously. I heard a loud hum above my head. I snuck a glance upward as I ran and the sight of a helios laser had barely registered when I heard Taewi call out.

The ceiling tiles, made of light-sensitive glass, shattered and rained down in sharp shards. "We have to go! Now!" Xander commanded. They began a frantic retreat through the darkening facility. Moving a multi-ton, reality-warping crystal was an exercise in pure willpower. Marrow and Silas pushed the sled, their feet slipping on the broken glass, while Xander and Virex cleared the way through the automated security drones that were now firing blindly in the dark.

Celeste The east flank answered first. Not with sound, but with motion — a ripple through the snow as enemy shields broke from the tree line in a staggered rush. They came faster there, lighter equipment, fewer mantlets. Climbers. Men trained for bad ground. “Fast units,” Mara said, already moving. “They’re trying to get above us.” “They won’t,” I replied. “Not today.” I ran along the ridge line, boots biting into packed snow, shouting orders as I passed. Shields locked. Spears angled downward. Archers reassigning without being told. They’d learned this terrain the hard way.

But this time, it seemed I might not make it. "Our outfits have paints," she continued. "Mine has it, I don't know if yours do." "Yes, I can see it," someone replied. "Mine is colored white. I'm hoping yours are different." "Mine is pink." "Green." They began calling out colors. "We will use that as our tracker. From the point everyone is at now, spill the paint slowly as you navigate the maze. This will help you see if you've crossed the same path." "Understood?"

20% 40% 8 minutes left shit! I have to fix something else. I put on my other watch that has a small screen connected to the Free Souls system just in case I complete hacking it. I put on my belt that I will use to glide to the other building. I made sure I put it on tight and it wouldn't come off when I glided I looked back at my laptop and noticed its percentage

Alerion took the lead, gliding through the narrow paths. “This is a trap waiting to happen,” Caius muttered. “There’s no way they’ll let us walk through this without something screwing us over.” As if the walls heard us, the ground beneath us started to crack and quake. A loud grinding noise echoed through the maze as massive stone slabs began to slide together, closing off paths. “Shit, RUN NOW!” Lysander barked. We bolted, dodging and running through the rapidly shifting maze. My lungs burned with pain, but I forced myself to keep going. A wrong turn could mean getting crushed between the moving walls.